painfully reclusive, overly lonely, forever sleep-sick.
still alive, and writing.
i create music;
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I’ve been drinking a lot, here’s a cover of manchester orchestra’s leave it alone. I hope you like it, ah x
Lady Luck - Karl-Christoph (live - supporting Matt Corby @ the secret garden)
Theres something about safety in numbers,
whether it’s money friends or lovers.
Somewhere safe to keep your treasures,
diamonds, trinkets, chains and feathers.
I keep the road in sight as everything around me dies,
and the owls are all placing their bets.
I wouldn’t bet on me,
all i’ve done is cost you dearly.
I’ve never held the hands of lady luck.
I never was a man to gamble,
though there never was much on my table.
Sometimes the juice is in the laughter,
in the sunshine on a summers afternoon.
I keep the road in sight as everything around me dies,
and the owls are all placing their bets.
I wouldn’t bet on me,
all i’ve done is cost you dearly.
I’ve never held the hands of lady luck.
Now the story’s lost it’s binding,
stretched and torn all of it’s meaning.
But i’ll dance within the pages,
to the tune of lady lucks fingers.
On her old flute, she plays a tune
that keeps my worries on the move,
as everything passes in and out of insight.
And theres not much i can do,
a puppets strings are firmly glued
as i dance around her will and lullaby.
I keep the road in sight as everything around me dies,
and the owls are out placing their bets.
I wouldn’t bet on me,
all i’ve done is cost you dearly.
I’ve never held the hands of lady luck.
Spiderweb Embrace - Karl-Christoph
I just uploaded this for the Harvest competition on Triple J Unearthed.
If you enjoy this please pass it forward or reblog it or share it like a newly labelled coke.
Take it Easy (Love Nothing) Bright Eyes Cover.
Hey, I recorded this last night at 3am. Waste 5 minutes with me?
I sort of made my own version of it.
If you like it, i would love it if you re-blogged or showed your friends. xo.
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Caravan (Passenger Cover) - Karl-Christoph
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Photographer - Nirrimi Firebrace
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Toast - Karl-Christoph (live - supporting Matt Corby @ the secret garden)
I’ve got a TV set of silhouettes and a girl that don’t run dry,
and this mystery of identity gives meaning to this life.
If there’s a city street with someone new to meet, then I guess I’ll be alright.
The morning always follows the darkest nights.
I heard a strike at the break of light, from a nearby neighbours lawn,
and the forest pain is my pain, when the branches break and fall.
The diamonds in your cutlery, had never shone so bright,
until you made me Toast after I’d been throwing up all night.
There’s a never-ending staircase in the pocket of my jeans,
and the bag inside’s half empty, but this substance carries dreams.
I’ve got a paycheque in the mail, I’ve been waiting for, for weeks.
the mailman must be missing, or still asleep.
So this generations fucked off pills and depression soaks their shoes,
And I’ve tried to get them walking but their blisters are still new,
And our ham bones are so bare, I guess we’ll have to make a soup.
Or gnaw in the awe at what we cannot chew.
Haunted cages like bird cages, black out my eyes in a hurricane of sweet surrender.
There is no escape as far as the eye can see
And I can see that sweet seduction would be a rope around my neck as I hold hands with gravity.
Tell me where to U-Turn, I got so caught up in this small-town talk that I’ve been lost without rapport.
Lost without repair, like a punctured tire that can only take you so far,
before it starts to be shaped by the rocks and cracked gored gaps in the tar.
What a waste of time, of effort, of love and of spine.
I’ve never seen a girl shake so much within the guidelines.
Though the effort of my intentions are nothing but bitter sweet,
nothing but nerve and animosity, walking the wrong way down a one way street.
I ache for the collision as I’m dreaming of the headlights,
like angels with golden eyes and auras as pure as happiness.
Oh I wish I could blend in with them, I wish I had something worth giving,
even something of small beauty as trite as an antique silver ring,
something marred by soul and memories even if just only so slightly.
Golden cages are like bird cages that light up my eyes in a breeze of sweet surrender,
as the impact of the archaic light brings an escape as old and as tender.
Here comes the moment when we talk about our old town.
Five torches went right up in flames as you walked in and out.
Here comes the moment when it pains my lungs.
Too much smoking in the hallways with the dangerous stuff;
And the tunnel of light, Is stretching out.
Count all my blessings on my fingers that I have worked out.
Here comes the laughter on our lips when we bathe like birds.
Situations, expectations and the weight of hurt.
Got my bags packed they’re in the hall.
Give me a reason to stay; shit, give me anything at all.
I’m heading south…
Got my white flag all dirty just trying to work you out.
My bones are worn, my colours off;
I think about you way too much.
I can’t sleep unless you’re in my arms.
I’m anchored down like a diamond ring
I’m broke, a joke, with nothing to give.
Even my eyes won’t shine for you.
So i best be on my way now then
Now that you know the truth
Here comes the pirate ship of broken dreams and memories
Poured all the emotion i had left into the deepest of the seven seas…
Got a price on my head…
There’s holes in my hull dear and i’m too tired to give a shit.
My bones are worn, my colours off;
I think about you way too much.
I can’t sleep unless you’re in my arms.
I’m anchored down like a diamond ring
I’m broke, a joke, with nothing to give.
Even my eyes won’t shine for you.
So i best be on my way now then
Now that you know the truth
My bones are worn, my colours off;
I think about you when I’m drunk,
I can’t sleep unless you’re in my arms.
I’m a flightless bird with a broken wing,
I’m broke, a joke, with nothing to give.
Even my eyes won’t shine for you.
So i best be on my way now then,
Now that you know the Crystal Truth.
I’ve been drinking a lot, here’s a cover of manchester orchestra’s leave it alone. I hope you like it, ah x
Spiderweb Embrace - Karl-Christoph
I just uploaded this for the Harvest competition on Triple J Unearthed.
If you enjoy this please pass it forward or reblog it or share it like a newly labelled coke.
Haunted cages like bird cages, black out my eyes in a hurricane of sweet surrender.
There is no escape as far as the eye can see
And I can see that sweet seduction would be a rope around my neck as I hold hands with gravity.
Tell me where to U-Turn, I got so caught up in this small-town talk that I’ve been lost without rapport.
Lost without repair, like a punctured tire that can only take you so far,
before it starts to be shaped by the rocks and cracked gored gaps in the tar.
What a waste of time, of effort, of love and of spine.
I’ve never seen a girl shake so much within the guidelines.
Though the effort of my intentions are nothing but bitter sweet,
nothing but nerve and animosity, walking the wrong way down a one way street.
I ache for the collision as I’m dreaming of the headlights,
like angels with golden eyes and auras as pure as happiness.
Oh I wish I could blend in with them, I wish I had something worth giving,
even something of small beauty as trite as an antique silver ring,
something marred by soul and memories even if just only so slightly.
Golden cages are like bird cages that light up my eyes in a breeze of sweet surrender,
as the impact of the archaic light brings an escape as old and as tender.
Here comes the moment when we talk about our old town.
Five torches went right up in flames as you walked in and out.
Here comes the moment when it pains my lungs.
Too much smoking in the hallways with the dangerous stuff;
And the tunnel of light, Is stretching out.
Count all my blessings on my fingers that I have worked out.
Here comes the laughter on our lips when we bathe like birds.
Situations, expectations and the weight of hurt.
Got my bags packed they’re in the hall.
Give me a reason to stay; shit, give me anything at all.
I’m heading south…
Got my white flag all dirty just trying to work you out.
My bones are worn, my colours off;
I think about you way too much.
I can’t sleep unless you’re in my arms.
I’m anchored down like a diamond ring
I’m broke, a joke, with nothing to give.
Even my eyes won’t shine for you.
So i best be on my way now then
Now that you know the truth
Here comes the pirate ship of broken dreams and memories
Poured all the emotion i had left into the deepest of the seven seas…
Got a price on my head…
There’s holes in my hull dear and i’m too tired to give a shit.
My bones are worn, my colours off;
I think about you way too much.
I can’t sleep unless you’re in my arms.
I’m anchored down like a diamond ring
I’m broke, a joke, with nothing to give.
Even my eyes won’t shine for you.
So i best be on my way now then
Now that you know the truth
My bones are worn, my colours off;
I think about you when I’m drunk,
I can’t sleep unless you’re in my arms.
I’m a flightless bird with a broken wing,
I’m broke, a joke, with nothing to give.
Even my eyes won’t shine for you.
So i best be on my way now then,
Now that you know the Crystal Truth.
Caravan (Passenger Cover) - Karl-Christoph
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Re-blog it and I’ll take you for icecream. x
