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by Barton Hartshorn

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A music and song cycle to accompany the novel 'Necessary to life' by Louisa Leontiades.

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released June 4, 2017

All music and lyrics by Barton Hartshorn.

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Track Name: Mother love - Deerswim - It's a start
It’s a start

I’ll let you into my heart
If you can find me in the dark
I shine but I’m made of tin
Lots of empty space within

I need somebody, you need someone
If there’s a lesson to read up on it’s
Open your heart, it’s a start…

I’m the centre of my mess
Cleaning up is common sense
The reigning in of my excess
Goes against all evidence

I need somebody, you need someone
Hang all the grammar, it really don’t matter
How this comes to pass, It’s the start…

Cry ballistic over the love on the rise, on the tide
My crimes are listed, open me up, look inside
Choose a wire, be careful which you cut.
Track Name: Come to me - ECG - The dust
Drive your moped across the sea (Come to me)

Come to me,
oh lay your body down
the island is sleeping
but I’m here keeping it real
Come to me
Oh let me hear the sound
the click of the engine
that’s building the tension I feel

Come to me
I’m helpless I declare
I’m hooked on this feeling of love
and I’m reeling I swear
Come to me
Oh trade your set ‘o wheels
for something the ocean
can set forth in motion for real

Throw your chemistry
Throw your chemistry in with mine
Drop your anchor in place and time
Drive your moped across the sea to be with me

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The Dust

I’m the one to say what you mean to me
You can only choose how to feel
Take away your words and you’re hard to read
Take away your love and I’m lost

On the dust…
the dust
the dust
the dust

Summer dialect in for a warmer clime
Autumn finds me walking on steam
Drying out my lust over winter coals
Breaking out in sweat when I dream

Of the dust
the dust
the dust
the dust

Where do you get off coming home alone?
Don’t you know that two’s company?

In the dust…