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Saltwater Veins

by Finn Pearson

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Effortlessly waiting, the ground has started shaking, A mist over the sea and the sand begins vibrating. The raw untempered power liquifies the hours Thundering, and thus the bravest begin to cower. It takes away the pain, For we've got saltwater veins. For we've got saltwater veins. Over to the jungle From the broken urban tumble Where the cracks in the street show a town about to crumble Down around Where we don't make a sound Five am running down the beach that we've just found It takes away the pain, For we've got saltwater veins. It takes away the pain, For we've got saltwater veins. It takes away the pain, For we've got saltwater veins. It takes away the pain, For we've got saltwater veins.
2.
Magpie Child 02:38
The face in the reflection tells you lies Self assured and self ignored, it's there behind your eyes You're far too sober for this, don't you think? Swelling up with righteousness on a Friday night. You can run all you want You could grow some wings and fly, Paint yourself with black and white And tell me you're a magpie You can keep your head stuck in the sand And suffocate before you cry How long will it be Before you drop out of the sky? I'm not trying to insult you, girl, I swear You've got to see things my way, there's just something I can't bear You've been dragging on that death stick all night long I should've phoned ahead so you could act like nothing's wrong. You can run all you want You could grow some wings and fly, Paint yourself with black and white And tell me you're a magpie You can keep your head stuck in the sand And suffocate before you cry How long will it be Before you drop out of the sky?
3.
I'm not going to try to explain The thoughts don't come out the same way I'd express it through colours, through music, through words But in the end I've got nothing to say. These rooms in my head, they're smudges on a spectrum Heartstain a name on my plectrum I'll lock all the doors, but they'll creep in through the window A shell of this home, lost in the snow. Changing my tactics, lighting up autumn leaves But the smoke burns my lungs and that makes it harder to breathe I'll have to choke down my lies before they reach my lips Like consuming acid, you've got to take it in little sips. I'll write you a song, I'll never play it or share it around And if you leave me too long, this snow will swallow me down. These snowdrifts and secrets will swallow me down. These snowdrifts and secrets will swallow me down.
4.
Foreboding skies rumble up ahead And this coastline of the dead Has come to life. Horizons fading from blue to angry grey And I've been sitting here all day, Always waiting. Timelines slipping past the watchdog in the night As if the weatherman saw the light, This page is ripping. I never thought that rain could fall as hard as this And the ghost who lives in my head tells me what the struggle is Alone we sit and wonder, there's a certain time to run And everywhere I seem to look, the rain keeps pouring on. It's a storm warning, written on your skin It's a storm warning, we felt it from within It's a storm warning, the wind is picking up It's a storm warning, and words just aren't enough. Your favourite colour is a blue with a lonely tint Waste my time, don't take the hint, I've slammed the shutters. Days spent sinking out of sight and into mind Without a single last goodbye, Keep on blinking. Nights spent staring, not at the stars but down Mind control my town, Blind, but glaring. I never thought that rain could fall as hard as this, And the ghost who lives in my head tells me what the struggle is 'Sorry' doesn't raise the dead, just another jewel on the crown Like taking back the soldiers once the city's been burnt down. It's a storm warning, written on your skin It's a storm warning, we felt it from within It's a storm warning, the wind is picking up It's a storm warning, and words just aren't enough.
5.
The crunch of gravel on the drive Retreat, its my retreat From these backstreets of crow's feet. The lie of the land; a scratch on my hand again. Woodsmoke, as the woods they spoke, to me My mind slips down, tired of this town. Take the time, take it from me As I trundle out the days Take the time, take it from me Wait for me to outgrow this cage. It's heavy, this weight of the truth Getting ready for a fleeting night, a phone booth as the loneliness crept in, the clothes I slept in. Take the time, take it from me As I trundle out the days Take the time, take it from me Wait for me to outgrow this cage Take the time, take it from me As I trundle out the days, Take the time, take it from me Wait for me to outgrow Take the time, take it from me As I trundle out the days Take the time, take it from me Wait for me to outgrow, Wait for me to outgrow, Wait for me to outgrow this cage.

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released May 7, 2017

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Finn Pearson Fremantle, Australia

Finn Pearson is a singer-songwriter and folk-rock artist Western Australia.

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