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SOMBRE EST LE JARDIN
02:00
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INSTRUMENTAL
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MINE IS A WORLD
04:03
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MINE IS A WORLD ONE MAN WIDE AND SIX FEET DEEP, AND THE WALLS ARE AS BLACK AS COAL
SING YOU CANARY, SING YOUR SONG BEFORE THE AIR RUNS LOW AND LIKE HOUNDS WE'LL HOWL AT THE MOON, AND THE HAZE WILL CALL OUR NAMES. THE SEASONS WILL CHANGE ALTHOUGH WE'RE NONE THE WISER SO HERE WE'LL STAY, RIGHT HERE FOR JUST A LITTLE LONGER
ALL MEN CARRY BUCKETS AND SPADES, TOWING GRIME BEHIND THEM THROUGH THIS DARK MAZE AND IN THE LOW LIGHT, THEIR SKIN LOOKS TANNED THE COLOUR OF GOLD
FORGET THE DAYS AS THEY CHURN DEEPER DOWN, FORGET THE DAYS AS THEY LAY DEEP IN THE GROUND, AND THEIR EYES ARE WIDE AND WHITE, SPOOKED LIKE THEY'D SEEN A GHOST
SING YOU CANARY, SING YOUR SONG BEFORE THE AIR RUNS LOW AND LIKE HOUNDS WE'LL HOWL AT THE MOON, AND THE HAZE WILL CALL OUR NAMES. THE SEASONS WILL CHANGE ALTHOUGH WE'RE NONE THE WISER SO HERE WE'LL STAY, FOR A LITTLE WHILE LONGER
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ORCHIDS
03:30
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SEE THIS ROW OF ORCHIDS WHERE FLOWERS GROW
THERE I SAW A WOMAN WHO I'D SWEAR WOULDN'T HAVE KNOWN
LEANING ON THE FENCE AND HOLDING ONTO THE WORLD
THE LEAVES SWAYED IN THE WIND CALLING HOME, WE DIE BY DAY AND LIVE BY NIGHT AND WE LIVED BY NIGHT AND DIED BY DAY
ROW OF ORCHIDS DIES BY DAY, ROW OF ORCHIDS LIVES BY NIGHT
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PALE IS THE MOON
05:00
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PALE IS THE MOON ON NIGHTS LIKE THIS AND OUR BROAD BRAWLING VINES CURL UPWARDS, WHILE OLD WAILING WINDS CALL FROM HOME AND OUR BODIES STAY PLANTED IN LOAM
WHEN WE GROW WE CYCLE DECIDUOUS, SHEDDING LEAVES AND FLOWERS IN STORMS. WE'LL STILL STAND TOGETHER THROUGH AUTUMN'S CHILL AND WINTER'S COLD
PALE IS THE MOON ON NIGHTS LIKE THIS WHILE BROADENING OUR ROOTS IN THE SOIL, WHILE EARTH WORMS AND CRITTERS STIR, THE SKY DARKENS AS CLOUD CURTAINS FALL
DARK IS THE GARDEN ON NIGHTS LIKE THIS
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OUT BACK THERE'S TALL GRASS THAT MUST BE OF A SHOULDER HEIGHT AND HIDING ROSES AND PLUMS. A ROW OF VINES LEANING ON A TIRED FENCE WITH RUSTED GALVANISED IRON
WE DON'T GO WANDERING ALONE THROUGH THE GARDEN WHILE BIRDS CIRCLE AROUND, AND IN FEAR OF THE TRIFFIDS WE STAY 'TIL DAWN AND DON'T MAKE A SOUND
WE WAIT THROUGH THE NIGHT FOR THE SUN TO RISE AND WAIT THROUGH THE DAY FOR NIGHT TO FALL
WE'D BURIED A BOX OF TRINKETS WITH MARBLES AND PENNIES, THEY'RE THE SEEDS OF SOME OLD MEMORIES. BUT NOTHING WILL GROW IN THE CLAY WITH THAT DRY DIRT STREWN ON TOP
WE DON'T GO WANDERING ALONE THROUGH THE GARDEN WHILE BIRDS CIRCLE AROUND, AND IN FEAR OF THE TRIFFIDS WE'LL STAY 'TIL DAWN AND DON'T MAKE A SOUND
WHILE BIRDS CLOUD IN THE SUN AND SURROUND PLEASE DON'T GO WANDERING ALONE THROUGH THE GARDEN
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GARRETT R. COOPER Adelaide, Australia
Songs written and recorded as abruptly as possible between 2009 and 2016.
All music now written and released under the name MULE
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