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Dorothea [EP]

by David Lawrie

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Dorothea 04:30
In the hazy grey light, when the lines are good and blurry; on the affluent peninsula baboons are robbing purses filled with baby sharks are hiding in the tide is pulling back along the broken stones are breaking less than the moon is keeping secrets. Terrified by what they'll find If the moon might spill the beans when all the planets have been realigned and the earth becomes a circus; make-up artists are making up, all the animals are waking up, behind the scenes the lion tamers are being tamed by tigers. Locks are good, but woe betide, by pushing through the key inside, and peeking through the little gap a secret is dispelled. You see, the circus folk are working hard, with make up running down their faces; busy canning oxygen for the astronauts and divers. Something's getting closer, I can feel it. Something's coming nearer, but I can't see it. Something's getting faster, I'm running, and running, and running, and giving all of my nerve away. Underwater, under all the silly circus people, next to little monsters on the beach: A frothy, curtained bay. Inside: The bigger sharks are angry at the apes are getting braver in the water is inviting them to take a quick look under. Now inside the pantomime, innamorate dolphins hide above, below, behind their masks, enlightened by the moon. In the coral forest, the brighella clown fish start to tell their arlecchino sisters' plans for taking back the ocean. Soon the moon is getting tired, and bored with all the actresses are acting up because they know it's getting past their bedtime so, the orca with her panda eyes, and orders from the moon, arrives to tell them all to get to sleep; or on the three count, leave. Doing what we've all been told, and scattering for fear of all the consequences we've in store for swimming off the shore. And now: The surface is approaching, near, and Dorothea's waiting there. Though, on her boat, she looks away, she smiles, and sails me far away.
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You followed me back in time, When the light shone brighter. A linear path, unfurling. In time. Veering to the right I lost my way, With pacifiers stacking high. I was waiting for an offer, An offer. Waiting for the opportunity To arise. You've heard enough of Me telling you of The lies The lies I had, I had endured Because I had to be sure Endurance wasn't an issue at all. "But that was then, And now is now, And we are still young" You told me. "Turn it around, Or build from the ground. Just do it, do it, Do it for yourself; Or me; Whomever, just be Who you can be, As hard as it seems. I'll help you off the ground So maybe you can fly." So thank you for the offer, The offer. Thank you for the opportunity. Thank you for the offer, The offer. Thank you for reminding me that we are still young.
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Mid-night, mid-flight I stop And I pull over. Mid-night, mid flight I stop; Red-light cripples, Alzheimer's and drivers. Mid-night I stop; Not a soul, nor the devil to keep me still. The sane man - he passes me by And the red light won't even care, or remember. Mid-night, mid-flight I stop And it's getting me down. Mid-night, mid-flight I stop And I can't come around. The in-flight film is atrocious - It's out of sync, it st-tutters and bugs me. The outside temperature's falling And everything looks much better without the frost. Everything looks much better without the frost, And everything gets much better when I Look at the clock, look at the clock, look at the clock, Look at the clock, look at the date. Pick up the pace, pick up the pace, pick up the pace, Pick up the pace, pick up the time. Mirror behind, mirror behind, mirror behind, Mirror behind, mirror your face Mirror the time, mirror the time, mirror the time, Mirror the time, mirror the place. Everything looks much better without the frost. Everything tastes much sweeter without the cost. Maybe I'm not making much sense at all, Either way I won't make it stop. Mid-night, mid-flight I stop Paying attention to signals and warnings. In my head I'm unbreakable If I'm already broken in pieces. Acceleration and hand break turns And long term aviation, And stationary traffic, I'm passing by With imaginary turrets and land-mines. Middle of the night and it's terrible That no-one's around to witness the things That I couldn't do in the daylight When the red light might gun me down. But the star-light is silent; The moon keeps smiling down and he flicks me a wink, And the red light is feeling less angry Because I made a deal with her brother. And she shouldn't really care because it's quiet, anyway. And I never really cared because I know it's best to Look at the clock, look at the clock, look at the clock, Look at the clock, look at the date. Pick up the pace, pick up the pace, pick up the pace, Pick up the pace, pick up the time. Mirror behind, mirror behind, mirror behind, Mirror behind, mirror your face Mirror the time, mirror the time, mirror the time, Mirror the time, mirror the place. Everything looks much better without the frost. Everything tastes much sweeter without the cost. Maybe I'm not making much sense at all, Either way I won't make it stop.

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Dorothea, taken from album Dorothea's Boat. Also includes "The Opportunity" which is featured as the opening theme to the docu-film Of Shark And Man.

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released August 21, 2015

Produced by David Lawrie*
Mastered by Andy Wilson

Artwork by HARUKO

*Track 3 produced by Nearer. Nearer is Jonathan Mulroy - jonathanmulroy.co.uk

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