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Astound

by Mick Hazelman

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A tale about meeting someone at a music festival, falling for them and telling them so - but ultimately falling short.

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When I’m singing on stage
I never look at anyone
I would never lock eyes at the risk
of losing my tongue
But I’m not sure if you saw me
throw some glances your way
As my guitar quietly died
in the Supper Room that day

On the way back to the campsite
and I saw you again
And all I could say is
“Hey, you look just like my friend”
Now that’s a seriously pathetic excuse for a line
But it was all that I could think of
at that point in time
So I just spat it out, before I went
and changed my mind

You were astounding
And I was a boy
And out in the main street
You’re spinning your poi
But I can be a man sometimes
And yes I fell for you
I have tried everything
But I cannot astound you

Papa Chango blew the roof off
the Drill Hall that night
It was so hot inside that the roof was on fire
Or maybe it was the way
that you just lit up the floor
And the hipflask went around
and my mind went to war

So we sat and told stories
in the community garden
With some Stones ginger wine
and a bagful of almonds
And the moon lit the clouds up
and the hours just vanished
And suddenly I wished
that I’d learnt to speak Spanish
And suddenly I wished
I was really good at this

You were astounding
And I was a boy
And out in the main street
You’re spinning your poi
But I can be a man sometimes
And yes I fell for you
I have tried everything
But I cannot astound you

So I sat next to you
And you sat in front of him
My hand was on the bottle
And his hand was on your shin
And even with this
An extraordinary sense of freedom
If I think something of someone
I’ll tell them when I meet them

And the Agwa in the hip flask
It had stopped us from yawning
And we sat there like teenagers
until four in the morning
And I told you the truth
That you just blew me away
I won’t see you again
So I might as well say it

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released August 22, 2018

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Mick Hazelman Melbourne, Australia

A story-teller of old, writing about his immediate surrounds, and the lessons, fears and desires of life. He transforms everyday happenings into conversational stories, underpinned with a strong melodic sense and layered harmonies. His music spans intricate modern folk through to complex rock and chuggy tuned-down metal tones - all backed by some deliciously off-kilter time signatures. ... more

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