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A very scattered lyric written on a long bus ride home to Melbourne. All I tried to do was rhyme whatever came into my head. Later, I tried to make some sense of it but gave up. I've left it in what I'd like to think is an enigmatic state! Beautiful accidental orchestration - the pedal steel, the horns, the octavided trumpet solo. Love this.

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The lark ascends, some distant land
Quiet green, the sleight of hand
Bombs descend, mysterious island
Giant beasts race through the sand

Hardy souls, stiff upper lips
Lovely girls, sweet fingertips
Driving down to the river's edge
My heart of glass, no bets to hedge

If you see her passing by
Cross your heart and hope to die

Across the fields and faraway
Lightning strikes, here comes the rain
Go down to the river's edge
Giant steps don't leave a trace

If you see her passing by
Cross your heart and hope to die

Finally calm, no pain today
Free from harm, no words to say
Three words unspoke, my gaze averts
Dream my dreams, my aim perverts

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from DAY OF THE DOG, released April 18, 2014

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Jack Howard Melbourne, Australia

Jack Howard played trumpet with Hunters and Collectors and for the last 20 years, he's been releasing his own highly- regarded music. Along the way, he's also played with The Living End, The Violent Femmes, Rodriguez and a host of others. In 2017, Jack toured the world with Midnight Oil as their trumpeter/multi-instrumentalist. He released his memoirs, Small Moments Of Glory in 2019. ... more

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