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Dreams Are Just Movies

by Rosie Catalano

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1.
Consider my heart beating before you Holding a tune, singing it to you You gave me your heart beating before me Holding a tune, singing it to me Once we were strangers walking alone Each other’s names we’d never have known And even with words I can not say What led me to you on that fateful day And I say oh, oh If I am a dreamer you are my dream And when I wake up you’re here with me Let’s take a ride to the end of the sea And keep going ‘round just you and me And I say oh, oh Consider my heart beating before you Holding a tune, singing it to you You gave me your heart beating before me Holding a tune, singing it to me
2.
I dreamt of Elvis last night He was young and kind of quiet All the girls went wild I made eyes He noticed me for a moment I wanted to be special But I got lost in the crowd Woke up and realised he was dead and old Dreams are just movies To entertain the ghosts My dreams are their horror flicks and Nik’s are their pornos Dreams are just movies To entertain the ghosts My dreams are their horror flicks and Nik’s are their pornos I dreamt of a body It was in my house I had to bury it It was a hundred kilos Don’t know how it got there Didn’t ask any questions I come from Sicily you see We don’t ask these things Dreams are just movies To entertain the ghosts My dreams are their horror flicks and Nik’s are their pornos Dreams are just movies To entertain the ghosts My dreams are their horror flicks and Nik’s are their pornos
3.
This Town 04:35
The air is thick with dirt and debris The cars wear leaves for jewellery The heat is staying up with the moon I don’t think we’re getting clean too soon And everyone says And everyone says And everyone says Oh this town is going down, down, down Every man and his boat has claimed it No saint bone can cure its cancer When it coughs up its dirty tricks The church is lined with skulls and bones It eats my coins like all its clones Its neighbours crumble to the ground Once was lost, never found And everyone says And everyone says And everyone says Oh this town is going down, down, down Every man and his boat has claimed it No saint bone can cure its cancer When it coughs up its dirty tricks And everyone said And everyone said And everyone said We will not go down We will not go down We will not go down We will not go down No this town will not go down, down, down Every man and his boat has claimed it Her saint bone once cured its cancer When it coughed up its dirty tricks We will not go down We will not go down We will not go down We will not go down
4.
Ginger 03:22
Faraway now dropping crumbs on a trail Don’t want to end up on a dinner plate ‘Where have you been?’ my mother said to me When I returned without my brother Timothy Faraway now looking for the witch’s key Little brother, why were you so greedy? In the end we will all be empty Don’t go fishing in someone else’s stream Faraway now won’t be long ‘til we are free Light the oven, push her in and run with me Through the forest, don’t know which way is home Darkness falling, say goodbye Faraway now dropping crumbs on a trail Don’t want to end up on a dinner plate ‘Where have you been?’ my mother said to me When I returned without my brother Timothy
5.
Daemon 01:17
Paint the walls another colour Dye your hair the deepest red But you can’t run away from the daemon in your head Move to where the grass is greener Throw matchsticks upon your bed But you can’t run away from the daemon in your head It will catch you in the end, it’s already run this race ‘If you can’t beat them join them,’ says the daemon in your head
6.
I want you for supper I want you for tea I want you forever Come this way with me Or I will stitch you up Pour you out And you’ll never be free I want you my lover I want you with me I want you forever Come this way with me Or I will stitch you up Pour you out And you’ll never be free
7.
There was red There was yellow too but There was no rainbow There was no blue You dreamt of circles The perfect kiss But in the end There was nothing to miss Fly away Lonely Blackbird Into arms You can caress Everything You thought you had Was not here Was not here… They say for life They say forever They gave you hope To never say never You saw a future A golden egg But you were dreaming It lived inside your head Fly away Lonely Blackbird Into arms You can caress Everything You thought you had Was not here Was not here…

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ABC 702 "Album Of The Week"

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released October 1, 2013

All songs written and performed by Rosie Catalano.
Produced and arranged by Sarah McCallum.
Recorded and mixed by Richard Belkner at Free Energy Device Studios.
Mastered by Michael Lynch at Free Energy Device.

Cover photography by Butterfly Bones.
Album artwork and design by Nikki Catalano.

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Rosie Catalano Sydney, Australia

“Her sugar-syrup vocals and rolling finger-picked guitar melodies made us sigh deeply before breathing in the fresh air of new music that comes without pretense or one-uppery.”
- Frankie Magazine

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