Loose Magic - Jen Cloher

Standing side of stage

Watching people

Watch the Dirty Three

In one woman’s face

I can see it’s the air she needs

She needs to breathe

These songs were the only thing

That got her through seventeen

When life felt like a high-pitched scream

The boy from Clifton Hill

Who escaped to New York

Conjures up a rhythm no-one could dream of

Like some kind of sorcerer

He turns the drums

Into feeling

Loose magic slowly tumbles out

Feels like your dreaming

Everything slows right down

Nothing in the world

No, nothing could ever feel

Like the first time

Sue’s Last Ride

Messed you up for real

Everything’s fine

Everything’s fucked

No-one knows

I’m gonna lay down

Look around

Sea above and sky below

The boy from Ballarat

Who could play violin

Arcs back kicking

Like some wild thing

Horse hair fraying

And then the release

Into feeling

Precious tender melody

Can’t help but weeping

Everything slows right down

Nothing in the world

No, nothing could ever feel

Like the first time

Sue’s Last Ride

Messed you up for real

The boy from Black Rock

Playing Ocean Songs

Plucked and droning

Anchor in the storm

Each note spaced out

Like stars in the sky

Where it’s needed

Placed there with a painters eye

Easy as breathing

Everything slows right down