Inflatable pool

INFLATABLE POOL (D A D G A E, capo 3)

You could have floated away and I wouldn’t know what to do. Into the clouds, say goodbye. Hope you come down before the sun. I hold out my arms.

 

You could have caught yourself a cold. Up in the air with no coat. I only went inside for a minute. Didn’t think I had to ask you not to leave. So, come home soon, please.

 

You could have landed anywhere. But fell straight back down in the yard. Its lucky we’ve got the inflatable pool. It was never not going to catch you. And I had the towel.

What did I say?

WHAT DID I SAY? (D A D G A E, capo 3)  

 

What did I say? I’m not trying to make a point; I really can’t remember.

Where did you go? I just thought of the funniest joke but didn’t have anyone to tell it to.

Now I can’t remember. Maybe it wasn’t even that clever, but I sat laughing on the lounge for like half an hour.

And I thought how you’re the only one who would’ve thought it was as funny as I did.

A good day for tea

A GOOD DAY FOR TEA (E A D G B D, capo 2)

Blowing gently. Falling softly. The grass is green and damp.

Magpies set free. It’s a good day for tea. This is where the world starts and ends. We don’t need to do a thing.

 

Multiplying. Air upon air. Wind blows from the sea.

Thoughts move slowly. We can catch them. Follow ones that call after you. The others are of no use.

 

Waves like houses. Sailing through the ocean. We’ve been lost for years.

In the moonlight the sea glows so bright. How could we not know that we’ve got everything we need?

There was a rain

THERE WAS A RAIN (D A D G A E, capo 1)

There was a rain that fell, it didn’t stay for long. I felt the wind propel and push me to the sea.

There was a wave that broke, it spat into the air. I could’ve sworn it spoke to me.

 

There was a crow who cried and flew into the trees. I waved my arms and tried to follow it back home.

There was a sun, at least, I think that’s what it was. I felt it looking at me.

WWTWD

WWTWD (D A D G A E, capo 3)

I didn’t see a thing. I just heard the rain pissing down. I went straight back to bed. Didn’t have anywhere to be, anyway.

I think the heat is getting to us. Those afternoon blues are creeping in. I’d be worried we were losing the plot if I wasn’t sure we’d already lost it.

Couldn’t be tighter and we couldn’t be torn. Fit for a king, is it fit for a pawn?

 

These things are delicate matters. These things seem to fall into patterns. These things follow everywhere we go. These are things we should not know.

I want to know, what would Tim Winton do? Somehow, I think it’d make me feel better. He comes across so sure and knowing. I come across whichever way the wind is blowing.

Couldn’t be sweeter if I were a bee. Couldn’t be more lost if we swam out to sea.

 

Sat around all day just to go back to sleep. Hide in the shade among the dirt and the leaves. Holding to something you found in a dream. Knowing it’s there even though no one else sees.

Softness

SOFTNESS (E A C# F# B E, capo 1) 

Softness like streams running downhill. I felt the street topple and spill.

Softness falls dense like afternoon rain on a 35-plus degree day.

I saw a bird I’d never seen, its shadow marching up the beach.

 

Softness like waking with the sun. No garbage trucks or terse alarms.

Brushing your teeth without the light. Out on the street it’s Oh, So, Quiet.

I felt a hand I’d never touched. It pointed to the clouds above.

 

Softness like knowing where you are. Arriving after hours in the car.

Stretching your legs, eating good food. Something is looking out for you.

I found a road I’d never been down. I watched the horizon turn inside out.

I know why

I KNOW WHY (E A D G B E)

Only if you don’t believe me. No one else can even see me. No one else will let me leave.

Only if you think it’s over. I trust you and I have hope and even if it all goes wrong you are here.

 

Maybe today went too quickly. I don’t know if it’s a good thing. I don’t know if I deserve it.

Maybe every now and then the world shuts down and stars again. It’s always what they recommend as a rule of thumb.

 

Do you ever think you’re seasick? Do you ever think you’re falling? Are you ever tired for no reason?

Do you every cry all day for reasons you cannot explain? You don’t ever need to explain. I know why.

Old path white clouds #6

Old path white clouds #6 recorded Sunday morning, 2 Jan 2022 by Romy and Noah.

Knowing

KNOWING (D G D G B E, capo 5)

Now that I think about it I hardly feel anything. Now that I know I’ve been thrown and I’m hurtling through the air.

It’s hard to tell if I’m laughing or screaming. Hard to know who is staying or leaving. And never knowing is the worst thing. Never knowing is the worst thing.

 

Let me know when you plan on leaving. I may as well go with you. I don’t want you to but I won’t tell you not to.

If this could be your last afternoon I think we should take a walk. See that sun through the trees? It’s the same one. That sun through trees is the same sun we saw stand on the sea this morning.

 

I’ve always known that but I only just thought about. I’ve always seen it but I only just started watching it. And I only just realised how bright it is. Have you ever thought about how bright it is?

And if you know then what is there to worry about? Because if you know, you know it’ll all work out. Maybe when we’ve been around the block you might feel like going to bed and tomorrow we can do the same thing again.

Two moons (buck meek)

TWO MOONS (E A D G B E, capo 5) 

(words and music by buck meek) 

 

Eyes behind eyes behind her eyes
I know them from before
Maybe night skies golden
Maybe desert doors
Two moons rose today
And we slept until eight in the morning

Mind behind mind behind my mind
One seed in the soil
Maybe white apples glowing
Maybe apple cores
Two moons, full I'd say
At least full enough for saying

Time behind time behind our time
I've hеld her before
Maybе wildfires moaning
Maybe summer storms
Two moons show the way
Through the wood early morning