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Lionise
02:54
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I miss you
I probably shouldn’t say it but it’s true
I miss you
It’s too soon
I shouldn’t see you for my own good
It’s too soon
But with every passing day
I feel you slip further away
Now when I call your face to mind
What I can conjure’s less defined
So I can’t help but lionise
Adore him like some golden prize
But when I put him up to light he's see through, he’s see through
Now I can barely visualise
The parts I thought I’d memorised
And when I put him up to light he's see through, he’s see through
When I get the feeling I want to hold you again
Tell myself to stop and I shut my eyes, count to ten
When I feel the memory of you fading away
All I want to say in the moment’s "Stay, baby stay!”
So I can’t help but lionise
Adore him like some golden prize
But when I put him up to light he's see through, he’s see through
Now I can barely visualise
The parts I thought I’d memorised
And when I put him up to light he's see through, he’s see through
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Body Language
03:52
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Feather boa on Friday night
The tempo of the music’s right
I’m making sure I’m in your sight
Syncopated and stumbling words
The rhythm of your speech is slurred
I’m second guessing what I’ve heard
Inches apart and throwing shapes
I wonder how to escalate
And get away from this crowd
Without escaping this sound
Inches apart and throwing shapes
I know that I don’t wanna wait
I feel your hand on my side
I feel a message implied
Your body speaks to me
A language fluent and free
Should I listen?
Your body speaks to mine
With words that curve from your spine
And I listen
Yeah I listen
I know the next morning when I wake up I’ll remember the curve of your lips
But through the fog and throb of a hangover I won’t know whether we kissed
Every time I write lyrics about you the phrases I use are the same
Is it because you are unique remarkable or are my ideas just plain?
The message I’m withholding
Is on the tip of my t-tongue
But I’m not gonna scream it
From bottom or from top of lung
There’s nothing gone unspoken
That can’t be told through swivelling hips
It’s only body language
That could ever say as much as this
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It's been six whole minutes since I checked the time
I stare into my drink, gin and tonic with lime
I wonder where this night is going
And if my nervousness is showing
I hear people talking but not what they say
I stand; arms are folded, I've shut myself away
Friends of friends of strangers
Private jokes, they last for ages
I can't keep up, I'm feeling down
My seven drink, I think I'll drown
But I tell myself: maybe I can turn this night around
Don't wanna stay, but I can't leave
I close my eyes and try to believe
Yeah I tell myself: maybe I can turn this night around
Ten colossal speakers blasting music through the club
People dancing hip to hip as if they're all in love
Songs blend together, oh so porous
Somehow I only know one chorus
I can't keep up, I'm feeling down
My seven drink, I think I'll drown
But I tell myself: maybe I can turn this night around
Don't wanna stay, but I can't leave
I close my eyes and try to believe
Yeah I tell myself: maybe I can turn this night around
Catch my reflection while I'm standing at the bar
I've come this far
I can't keep up, I'm feeling down
My seven drink, I think I'll drown
But I tell myself: maybe I can turn this night around
Don't wanna stay, but I can't leave
I close my eyes and try to believe
Yeah I tell myself: maybe I can turn this night around
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4. |
I Am Here
03:58
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Foreign city, fading light
Not sure what to do tonight
Forget logic, try my luck
For now I don’t give a fuck
I spend my weeks kicking up dust
But I’m not trying to kick up a fuss
I’m swinging in between love and lust
And I’ll keep swinging from dawn till dusk
I could be
Anywhere in the world
Tripping diamonds and pearls
Watch the starlight unfurl
I could be
Paris, London or Spain
This come-up so insane
I’ve still got you on the brain
But tonight I am here
Five day weekend, not much sleep
Saw a chance and took that leap
Orange sunset, purple moon
Technicolour afternoon
I spend my weeks kicking up dust
But I’m not trying to kick up a fuss
I’m swinging in between love and lust
And I’ll keep swinging from dawn till dusk
I could be
Anywhere in the world
Tripping diamonds and pearls
Watch the starlight unfurl
I could be
Paris, London or Spain
This come-up so insane
I’ve still got you on the brain
But tonight I am here
I know one day this will all just be a blur
I won’t remember him, I won’t remember her
But I’ll try to keep the faces in my mind, crystallised
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Foreign city, fading light
Not sure what to do tonight
Forget logic, try my luck
For now I don’t give a fuck
I spend my weeks kicking up dust
But I’m not trying to kick up a fuss
I’m swinging in between love and lust
And I’ll keep swinging from dawn till dusk
I could be
Anywhere in the world
Tripping diamonds and pearls
Watch the starlight unfurl
I could be
Paris, London or Spain
This come-up so insane
I’ve still got you on the brain
But tonight I am here
Five day weekend, not much sleep
Saw a chance and took that leap
Orange sunset, purple moon
Technicolour afternoon
I spend my weeks kicking up dust
But I’m not trying to kick up a fuss
I’m swinging in between love and lust
And I’ll keep swinging from dawn till dusk
I could be
Anywhere in the world
Tripping diamonds and pearls
Watch the starlight unfurl
I could be
Paris, London or Spain
This come-up so insane
I’ve still got you on the brain
But tonight I am here
I know one day this will all just be a blur
I won’t remember him, I won’t remember her
But I’ll try to keep the faces in my mind, crystallised
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6. |
Consumed By A Beat
03:23
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It could be half past one or quarter to two
Just wanna dance until the roof falls through
I’ve slipped away from my friends, they’re in the smoker’s section, I lost them in the throng
Between a drink and a cigarette we changed direction, but here’s where I belong
I’m just a body consumed by a beat
A body consumed by a beat
I’m just a body consumed by a beat
A body consumed by a beat
Can’t make out the moon for the steam on the windows
The only discernible light is what comes from above
I want to feel love
Crawl under my skin, feel it within
Something’s about to begin
Just remember to breathe
A moment’s rep reprieve
Open my eyes and I see your
Body consumed by a beat
A body consumed by a beat
I’m just a body consumed by a beat
A body consumed by a beat
I’m just a body consumed by a beat babe
Into oblivion can’t feel my feet babe
I’m just a body consumed by a beat babe
I’m just a body consumed by a beat
Moving in motion and it’s just us two
Not gonna leave until the sun burns blue
Crawl under my skin, feel it within
Something’s about to begin
Just remember to breathe
A moment’s reprieve
Open my eyes and I see your
I’m just a body consumed by a beat
A body consumed by a beat
I’m just a body consumed by a beat
A body consumed by a beat
I’m just a body consumed by a beat babe
Into oblivion can’t feel my feet babe
I’m just a body consumed by a beat babe
I’m just a body consumed by a beat
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Just Shy Melbourne, Australia
Just Shy lives based on a philosophy first laid out by a pop prophey 2003: god is a DJ, life is a dancefloor, love is the
rhythm, you are the music. Electronic pop music specifically, in this case.
He's been highlighted by EQ Music as a strong “tunesmith and melody maker…an engaging storyteller," and has been compared by to Pet Shop Boys and Robyn by Pilerats.
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