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What You Choose

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lyrics

You better put out the light and close the window, I’ll go put something on
The 3am bell chimes, and from the next door room I can hear your baby cry
If I don’t waste any time I can make it down for the last round
And walk that child to the dawn

And there’s nothing going on, at east that I ain’t already told you
It’s just the restless tide of the street night life below
and the breathless sigh of a ghost from another time
playing on my mind

Sometimes I get caught up in my own thoughts, and lose the conversation’s flow
Like do you remember last December when you told me you were leaving
Well I didn’t know why, so I thought I ought to try and ask you
But you just sighed without revealing your thinking

I got upset and said I really didn’t like the design that you’d drawn
On the label of the bottle of wine that you bought and we’d been drinking
Later when I apologised, and blamed it on the codeine you smiled and said more likely mescaline
I said why don’t we do it all again?

Soon, can’t always make it on time
When my feet fill my walking shoes, the passing hours pay me no mind
And sometimes a tiny shiver can remind me, of the dark and lonely path my heart’s defined
All I ask is to feel you light beside me, as I leave that life behind

And Amelita, she thinks she’s flying at least that’s what she told me with her eyes
As we walk along with the forlorn and weary on the golden mile, in the colours of the sunrise

There’s and old man walking up and down the street reading “Shop Closed” window signs
Seems to me if he’s got a bed to sleep in it hasn’t seen clean sheets for a while
A dressing gown and a broken polystyrene cup in his hand
Sandals on his feet make him seem like Jesus to me

As he comes in closer I can see, the yellow-whites of his teeth as he asks me, please?
Please can he see the child, and before he takes his leave and walks on by he says, “You know she’s got your eyes.”

Well don’t that go to show you, it ain’t always what you choose
But it might be what you need
It ain’t always what you choose

credits

from Upwey, released July 7, 2016
What You Choose
Written by Bill Hunt

Bill Hunt: guitars, vocals and harmony vocals
Alex Burkoy: violin
Ash Davies: drums
Grant Cummerford: bass guitar
Kris Schubert: Piano, Hammond organ

Produced by Matt Walker and Bill Hunt
Recorded at The Shack, Upwey, Victoria; engineer: Rowan Matthews.
Mixed by Matt Walker and Rowan Matthews at The Shack.

Additional recording at The Boat Shed, O'Connell NSW.

Mastered by Rick O'Neil at Turtlerock Mastering, Leichhardt
NSW.

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Bill Hunt is a musician, songwriter and performer who lives in Sydney, Australia.

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