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The Sheep
02:24
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Recline and panic
As the cabin lights go black.
The noise the jet made -
JFK to Auckland in one day -
The sheep don't like that.
We skipped the service.
You got too overwhelmed.
Because you'd flown all this way to see the city
And meet the family
And now they're dying,
And the downtown noise show
Just sounds so alive.
Flights back home.
Head on the window.
Ear plugs, eye masks,
But the noise keeps coming back.
Ba ba ba ba ba ba.
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2. |
Whiritoa
02:05
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Running wires, clean white room.
Clean white room and you.
Brothers, sisters, grass pant stains,
Out at play without you.
The nurses know you here.
Whiritoa, spare machine.
New wires but the same clean.
Brothers, sisters, now middle-aged,
Out at play on a wedding day
You knew would come.
But would you live that long?
For a while, the nurses all said no,
But here you are -
An oar in each hand, rowing your daughter up.
I guess you showed them all!
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3. |
Pigeon Trap
02:56
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You know me, and I know you.
We could entertain ourselves all afternoon.
Imitating geese - the height of comedy.
South Island - finally.
Old Bolex camera clicking,
"It's just noisy that way."
That's what I always say to the TSA.
We gotta get up, the sun's setting now,
Inexplicably the whole city's closing down.
Hagley Park is empty, all the cars are dark.
The riverwalk's deserted, all the geese are gone.
Canterbury Garden, and Tūranga too,
The pigeon trap is just scaffolding and shockproof.
They rebuilt this city from the ground up.
They rebuilt this city, but it's never done.
Seven thirty and the whole square's hushed.
I was filming at the fault line, at the hole.
You were imitating pigeons,
And I gotta say they all looked right at home.
The birds don't mind the Bolex wind -
What's new when you're always due for repair?
Coo.
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4. |
Hoiho
01:45
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Fuck, I love penguins but they're dying.
Fuck, they need caring and attention in Dunedin.
Just hold on, I'm coming down.
You are safe now, please be strong.
Just hold on.
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5. |
The Surf
01:48
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Full force wave breakneck tuck
Further in the surf for warmth.
Shivershiver like capi froth,
Like we don't already live in New York.
Learning how to dive from
Imitating your mother's form.
Writerwriter, the line is done.
Margin's maxed, and I've already released it.
I am coming in
With my whole head wet.
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