Written by Allie Lefever
Produced by Elaurability

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Joy To Be Alive by Allie Lefever

Destination Unknown

Second half of Candy

Written by Anna Cordell, Produced by Marty Brown

Lyrics... 

I'LL WAIT AROUND FOR YOU, 
JUST AS LONG AS YOU WANT ME TO,
AND ALL THE VOICES IN YOUR HEAD,
 LIKE THE WAKING DEAD,
I KNOW THEY SCARE THE HELL OUT OF YOU.
SO JUST KNOW, 
WHEREVER YOU GO, 
I'M HAPPY TO WAIT HERE,

I'LL WAIT HERE
I'LL WAIT HERE
I'LL WAIT HERE

IT'S NOT FOR LACK OF LOVE YOU RUN,
YOU NEVER STOP FOR ANYONE,
AND IT'S NOT, THAT YOU WANT TO LEAVE ME HERE,
IT'S JUST YOUR GOD FORSAKEN FEARS,

I CAN SEE THE ACHING OF YOUR HEART,
I SAW IT FROM THE START,
IT'S WHAT CAPTIVATED ME,
THE WAY YOU WORE IT ON YOUR SLEEVE,

SO YOU KEEP RUNNING AROUND,
YOU'RE NEITHER LOST NOR FOUND, 
THIS THING IS DRIVING YOU, 
YOU'VE GOT TO MOVE WITH IT,
WHAT ELSE CAN YOU DO?

I'LL WAIT HERE
I'LL WAIT HERE
I'LL WAIT HERE

I'll wait here

About when two people stop talking. For good.

We Don't Talk Anymore

This is a song about Breaker Morant. I'm not going to get into the whole history of his life, but suffice to say I find his story pretty interesting. Hope you dig it.

Famous Last Words

Last night I think I travelled, in the deepest hour of sleep,
To a side of your fence unfamiliar, but exactly how it would be
The driveway meets me, two arms outreached
And the house a stone in the hand
And I stand in the mist that I make from my breath
And my moon-made tinder of skin


Will you take me down to the river
Of icy depths unknown,
Our bodies afire, but we’ll have no fear,
For people destined to burn can never drown
For people destined to burn can never drown


I hear your feet in the hallway, treading beneath every sound
Your gaolers scraping, turning in their linen, like silent snakes over ground,
Matchmakers who sleep with torches to keep
Every shadow aware of its name,
Do they know love has found you by how lately the walls
Have been throwing your cast away?


Will you take me down to the river
Of icy depths unknown,
Our bodies afire, but we’ll have no fear,
For people destined to burn can never drown
For people destined to burn can never drown


But last night I believe that I travelled, awaking all furrowed and cold,
Laid on a crude mess of timber and strewn above me our tangles of cloth
I hear in the mist that hangs like a kiss, unrequited above your mouth
A parting of water and the call of some traveller
Who will turn all my norths into south


Are you taking him down to the river
Of icy depths unknown,
Your bodies afire, but you’ll have no fear,
For people destined to burn can never drown
For people destined to burn can never drown
No people destined to burn can ever drown



Picture By Gianni Cumbo


Will You Take Me to the River? (demo)

Jesse Rudd-Schmidt – Acoustic Guitar, Bass guitar, Vocals
Steve Nicel – Drums
Jason Vorherr – Backing Vocals
Steve Vertigan – Piano
Audio Engineered by Steve Vertigan at Soggy Dog Studios
Mastered by Amy Marie at Yes Master studios
Original artwork photography by Kevin Murphy

Lyrics:
Although we’re one, are these days numbered too?
Hearts do break free; we both know that’s true…

It’s taken time, to let your heart absolve mine
But now with every day that goes by, just gotta wonder will we survive?

You’re talking ‘bout leaving, talking ‘bout going far away
I’m thinking ‘bout staying, I’ve thought about making those same mistakes

Or maybe don’t

And if you fly, into another life
I’ll be holding tight, to the love you’ve shown me those nights

You’ve given me glimpses of how I thought my life should be
I’ve given you reasons why I’m not ready, why you should leave (Why should you leave?)

Or maybe don’t 


Or Maybe Don't

A cover of Sean Keanes song Home. Some great lyrics in there. My footsteps carry me away but in my mind I'm always going home.

Home

Second EP from Melbourne based folk singer-songwriter Greg Steps, backed with The Not For Prophets.

Trying To Wake The Dead

Greg Steps is an indie-folk singer songwriter living in Naarm/ Melbourne. Teaching himself guitar as a teenager on his dad’s Yamaha acoustic, he developed a love for singing, ultimately revealing a distinctive, homespun voice. Aided by his inherently watchful eye and vivid imagination, he has forged a body of songs that are sophisticated, poetic and timeless.