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Some Other Morning

by Khristian Mizzi

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I’ve been waiting for you Like a moment of TRUTH Now you’ve made it And I’m nervous for words I wanna sing to you You came here for something And so did I For a way to unplug And to free ourselves from these troubling times So switch off the T.V And put down the phone Come and dance with me babe Hold me close while I sing you a song Cause’ the night is still young And we are where we belong I wanna be honest with you And you want something real So in this beautiful room Maybe together we could make a deal If you open your heart and I open mine Who knows where it goes We could turn these waters into wine I’m so glad to be here So happy to feel this way Wanna sing to the sky Just for being alive another day Thank you for being here, for being here with me Thank you for coming out in the rain
By the Yarra bank sits a pretty little town There’s a golden, sunny glimmer on the waters of the river Through its streets there is a trickling sound It’s old and it’s romantic and I’m told there is still magic In its trees there to be found It was settled in the sixties by some artists who had fixed These little cabins up from their chimneys to the ground The men and women here built this town. They were just looking for a little space Looking for a pretty place to breathe again These days, inner city livings getting pretty hard Their doing million dollar bank loans for these little urban pack homes And you don’t even get a hills hoist and a yard All stacked up like tuna cans and the soundtrack is the traffic jams Best get a miKi card to get around It’s time to uproot, hire a mover, commute and buy a scooter You can move a little further out of town We’re all just following that little river down. We’re all just looking for a little space Looking for a pretty place to breathe again This country is as rich as it is vast There’s a lot of people saying how good it is to be Australian Saying, whatever made it great is fading fast So they’ve zoned off all the waters and they’ve shut down all the borders To ensure no one gets past who don’t belong Rounded up like criminals, these undrowned men and women All but die upon our shores before too long Crying out the chorus of a song They are just looking for a little space Looking for a pretty place to breathe again
What am I so afraid of? Is it that we’re so alike? Or is it seeing what you’re made of And finding something I don’t like? It seems to me we want the same love But love don’t always wait for time. What am I so afraid of? Why can’t I make you mine? I’m not looking for some pure thing I know nothings perfect all the time And there’s nothing less assuring Than when we don’t see eye to eye But I know it’s worth enduring Because I miss you when you’re gone What am I so afraid of When I know that you’re the one? Cause’ letting go Is so much easier to do When hanging on It means seeing hard things through I’m not afraid of being alone I’m more scared of being wrong Cos you and I both know love is a gamble I get so tired of concealing And I get too shy to ask But it’s that terrifying feeling When happiness is in my grasp Well I guess it’s just my way of Protecting who I am But what am I so afraid of When I know that I’m your man.
I step outside my cosy little kingdom Skip down the stairs to meet the Melbourne grey haze And the clouds are hanging low beneath the morning With the threat of one more lost and forgettable day And the students move like drunks along the footpath Hypnotised or mindless, dragging sleepy feet behind Oh, our little ones, so obliviously blissful The worlds young soldiers falling into line But who am I to look upon this morning With judgement or concern, who am I? Have I come to offer love, Or am I the bringer of some kind of warning Or am I simply mourning some other morning gone by A songbird floats a tune across the daybreak A lovers song that could drag tears from any eye That like a snow flake in the air, Dissolves in to the noisy highway Just another tired voice sending its song of love Into a world that won’t reply The old man sweeps the dead leaves down the driveway From a tree he planted so many years ago And as the double storey town houses keep rising up around him So many brand new neighbours, Still he wonders why nobody says hello Still who am I to look upon this morning With frustration or despair, who am I Am I that songbird from above Sending words of love into the new day dawning Or am I simply mourning some other morning gone by.
The Bouquet 05:01
Well I heard from a friend of a friend of mine That you and Gary got married last Valentines Well I just choked down a breath, ordered more wine As the news settled dark on my day And I was thinking, surely you can’t know him too well It’s been less than a year, as far as I can tell Cause I can still feel you there, in the air of each day Since I danced with you after you’d caught that bouquet That night when the lanterns burned low and the feelings were high And the sun went down over a lavender sky You just kicked off your high heels and I loosened my tie As the newlyweds both lead the way We were so filled with romance and sparkling wine And we slow danced as the old band played time after time And right there, all my cares just unravelled away To be dancing with the girl who’d just caught the bouquet I never asked for your number, it never felt like the right time And I don’t recall you ever asking for mine But you held me like home, so brave and so fine As the party just faded away And all the glasses raised up, praising the fortunate groom Still I was the luckiest guy in the room To be moving so close in a three four sway In the arms of the girl who’d just caught the bouquet Those dreams that come in the night and disappear with the dawn As I closed my eyes to your shimmering light, you were gone The very next morning. Now I’ve replayed it thousands of times in my mind How does magic like that ever get left behind Cause now you’re long gone, the ring’s on and the papers are signed And you’re carrying Gary’s last name I knew when you caught those white roses it was all meant to be Still I believed somehow it would turn out to be me Who would stand at your side to steal you away And dance with you after you’d thrown your bouquet.
Every now and then I need a day of sleeping Just to catch up on my dreaming And to let my body lay And it seems to happen when These thoughts that keep repeating Catch me on the edge of weeping Until’ I cannot face the day Every now and then I hear the angels speaking From a sunbeam shyly peaking Casting silver onto grey And it only happens when I can stop my world from spinning And I listen for the singing As they sing my dreams awake And the light from my eyes Can’t help but turn from grey to blue They do what they’ve learned to do And they return to you But every now and then I can feel a darkness calling As though the sky is slowly falling Landing tangled and entwined And it’s never, ever meant To cause this much confusion Though I know it’s an illusion it feels so real inside my mind It’s not all the time Just every now and then.
Sparrows nesting in the awning Winds are whistling through the wall And the rains run like a fountain Through the plaster in the hall The ivy vines have breached the shingles Their leafy tendrils, peeling back the tin Sometimes it feels as though the outside Is slowly creeping in. I walk the grey soaked streets of Ringwood In the forgotten parts of town Where the old men still meet for coffee And watch their old haunts being torn down A wrecking ball slams through old memories But these old guys you know, they just take it on the chin Their hardened hearts have known the outside Was always slowly creeping in. Our house, so quiet in the evenings We move in separate circles round’ the floor Before she calls the children home for dinner And they come bustling through the door Spilling noisy stories from the schoolyard And while we listen, we share a secret little grin Both so thankful for the outside That’s ever slowly creeping in. It may not always be so welcomed, But well, at least it keeps things interesting When in the empty hours, the outside Comes slowly creeping in.
Sunrise comes bursting through the windows this morning Gently coercing us, cursing and calling Cause the whole world is working well into the day And I’m here laying with you And the traffic rolls back and forth, keeping its pace Tries to distract me from your beautiful face And like some great, ancient painting from some light years away I lay and gaze into you And I just want to be here with my whole body and mind Time, just let me be here Somewhere out in the street there’s people reading the news They go on tapping their feet to keep from feeding those blues And while the world sings along, my hands just don’t want to play They wait here praying with you. And I just want to be here with your whole body and mind Time, just let me be here Whatever is out there, where our bedroom ends It’ll be there tomorrow to call us again And I will spend the day dreaming in my usual way That I’m here laying with you.
The Plan 05:18
Who in the world knew a secret revealed, That escaped them on their very first birthday? It flowed through their bodies like water through sand As we fell from our mothers into cold doctors hands And then cleaned off and pinched so their lungs would expand Oh but who in the world, remembers the plan? And into the shadows of our fathers and mothers And the heroes of our human achievements But who inspires the masterpiece? Was it he who orders the firing to cease Or she who conjures the sermons from priests Oh who in the world, remembers the plan And we’ve grown to hear stories about heaven and hell And of the reincarnation of loved ones We’ve learned to abide by the judges advice Cause he’s gonna find out who’s been naughty or nice That a sin is only sin if the sinner sins twice But to work hard cause idling hands are enticed Oh but who in the world, remembers the plan In the dawn of the day, while the people are dreaming You can hear the pulse of the planet As a child I would sing to her sweet refrain Over and over and over again In my youth I would listen as she screamed out in pain Now as a man I hear nothing, though I try to in vain Oh but who in the world, remembers the plan Is it in the keeping of a happy home Or in the teaching of all young children Is it waiting by the phone for emergency calls Is it helping your brother to his feet when he falls Is it keeping all the evil behind prison walls Is it whistling a tune while you’re busting your balls Is it drawing the short straw for yourself every time Is it knowing about your bible, every word, every rhyme Is it standing for those beneath the poverty line Or is it kneeling before some almighty divine I don’t know.
Water 04:10
Slow we go in to the world Arms round me, round her Only love can save us today Only love can send us the way Come into the water You’re never alone Make my heart your home


released October 10, 2019

Produced by Kalju Tonuma
Mastered by Don Bartley at Benchmark Mastering
Artwork, Photography & Concept by Kristy Arthurson
Graphic Design by Emma Thornhill

Khristian Mizzi - Voice, Guitar, Words
Megan Bernard - Electric Guitar, Bass, Piano
Jason Bunn - Viola
Lucy Warren - Violin
Matthew Hassall - Violin
Josephine Vains - Cello
Ben Franz - Pedal Steel
All String Arrangements by Jason Bunn


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Khristian Mizzi Melbourne, Australia

With a warm, lilting voice and an art for weaving beauty and truth into the words of each song, Khristian Mizzi  reaches the hearts of his audiences. Poetic lyrics, meandering melodies with a unique picking style.


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