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Maddy, your daughters are so kind
Maddy, but your son needs help for his heart and mind
Your son needs help for his heart and his mind
Maddy, you only met me twice
Maddy, you couldn't have stopped him even if you tried
I forgive you it's alright
Maddy, can I say your home was nice?
Maddy, the sandstone walls and the modern way you did the kitchen
Oh but Maddy, I wish you'd gone downstairs
Maddy, I wonder how things would change
Open your eyes, open your eyes
Maddy, I hope your husband is alright
Maddy, you couldn't have stopped him even if you'd tried
But I wish you'd opened up your eyes
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Jude's Red Head
05:55
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August came early, September 1995
Must have been hurried, spring was barely alive
You watched us grow, you watched us grow
Jude came late, September 2002
The womb was warm, skin had aged and life was new
Had no time to grow, no time to grow
Jude would laugh at their stories, not knowing why her fingers bleed
Dripped onto white cotton, onto white cotton
White flags turned, white flags turned red
Jude's head turned red, Jude's head turned red
Jude's head turned red, Jude's head turned red
Jude
Jude's head turned red, Jude's head turned red
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Last Night
05:07
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The smoke took the sane out of my head,
And it spread, through the cracks of my personality
And understanding, logic, and need
Passed the black and white curtains and onto the breeze,
The breeze
But the thunder it rose in my chest,
Like a baby woodpecker trying to leave the nest,
A mirage not filled with desire - but my very worst fear
Feeling like a stranger in a room of my closest friends
But after last night, I need a rest
But after last night, I need, I need a rest
Need a rest
Home felt so far, already off the breaks
Dented Sarah's car, apologised, and drove away
With my Dad's bag in hand a case full of beers,
Greeted at the party as I smiled through my tears
But the thunder it rose in my chest,
Like a Cygnet born child with a tambourine
And we danced to Ben Folds until the early hours
And I was here thinking you were my Zak without a C
But after last night, I need a rest
But after last night, I need, I need, I need
A rest
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I love the way you hold my head,
You cradle it like a child, like a child
You fall asleep to industrial punk, volume eleven
I don't know how you do but you do
Now you're awful at compliments but I wanted you to know
I know it's selfish but I wanted to be
I know it's selfish but I wanted to be
Yours, for a little while
When you wake, your eyes a red
Bringing out the turquoise in your head
I love the way you listen with intent,
Always remembering what I said and why I said it
But I wished you'd say more to me
Now you're awful at compliments but I wanted you
Now you're awful at compliments but I wanted you
Now you're awful at compliments but I wanted you to know
I know it's selfish but I wanted to be
I know it's selfish but I wanted to be
Your favourite one
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Hobart Upside Down
05:41
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Walking George Street, wondering why the sky is red and brown
The music is too loud, in my ear
And it rings, and it rings
Like tinnitus and screams
Vibrance all around us, but we can't feel a thing
No we can't feel a thing
I'm so glad that we live right near the hospital,
Helicopters fly over my room
I'm so glad that we live right near the hospital,
Triple zero ready on my phone
Recognise a number plate, and my throat feels like I've swallowed a grenade
But it's okay
Cause I'm made of water, not a spark in my stomach or a smile goin my way
It'll just sit there until the very next day, until the very next day
I'm so glad that we live right near the hospital,
Helicopters fly over my room
I'm so glad that we live right near the hospital,
Triple zero ready on my phone,
On my phone, on my phone, on my phone
I'm so glad that we live right near the hospital,
Helicopters fly over my room
I'm so glad that we live right near the hospital,
Triple zero ready on my phone
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Bye!
03:58
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I'm so excited, that I can drive onto a boat and over the water
See ya later, to the things that I know
To this town we call a city, a city that will always be home
But I will cover my eyes
It'll be a goodbye, it'll be a goodbye, it'll be a goodbye
Goodbye
Inside is my mattress, red lamp, clothes and coats
The mirror you made out of shells when I was born
With the paintings of Liffey, the boys and the bus
I'm gonna miss you guys, but it'll be so sweet when we're all together again
But I, I, I will open my eyes
It'll be a goodbye, it'll be a goodbye, it'll be a goodbye
Goodbye, Goodbye!
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Billie Raffety Hobart, Australia
Ever-since picking up a guitar at 13, Tasmanian-based singer/songwriter Billie Raffety has been writing. Her compositions are often powerful ballads, utilising vivid imagery to share personal stories and emotions. All together she creates an immersive and personal experience for the listener, somewhat reminiscent of artists such as Phoebe Bridgers, but with the vocal stylings of Lianna La Havas. ... more
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