This is a tree, where is the sun?

by The Mentalist Collective

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released October 1, 2008

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The Mentalist Collective Dunedin, New Zealand

A group of musicians with a philosophy of experimentation with different instruments, styles and timbre.

The Mentalist Collective originally formed in 2008 under the name The Mentalists.

Brendan Christie joined the two enthusiastic song writers Scott Campbell and Seamus McCarthy and shortly after released this EP "Here is a Tree, Where is the Sun?" and are currently working on further material.
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Track Name: Train Song
The train is running, and I'm chasing it down the track
I could be waving both my arms but it won't be coming back.
It's been a while, I can't believe, since I could say that you were mine,
but like the train is never late, I am always out of time.

When those around us keep saying how we've changed,
why do we feel as if we're just the same?
And after all the time we've spent it is still as good as the first day.

I'm feeling sweet to use my feet and pretty soon I'll lost my mind,
as the swelter of the sunset will soon bend all the lines.
It's been a while, I can't believe, since I could say that you were mine,
but like the train is never late, I am always out of time.

When those around us keep saying how we've changed,
why do we feel as if we're just the same?
And after all the time we've spent it is still as good as the first day.
Track Name: Fly On By
Check your telemetry, as we fly on by our home,
familiar skyline opens.
Taste lack of oxygen as we climb on higher,
familiar faces guide us on.

And we're coming in fast
and we're coming in hot
and we're coming in fast
and we're coming in hot.

Watch over little things, gravity defying,
6 million pieces in harmony.
Going down easy is not the way you fall from the sky,
a billion pieces of all of us.

And we're coming in fast
And we're coming in hot
And we're coming in fast
And we're coming in hot
And we're coming in fast (but I'm never coming down)
And we're coming in fast (but I'm never coming down)
And we're coming in fast (but I'm never coming down)
And we're coming in fast (but I'm never coming down)
Track Name: Baby
(Don't rub it in)
It's 4am and I know what you're thinking.
All I know is that someone else has spat poison in your ear.
I guess that's why we always end up this way;
reveling in madness just like Lear.

Baby I know you love me now (x4)

(Don't rub it in)
Can you hear the thumping of my tell-tale heart?
It is telling me we should never ever be apart
and I guess that's why we always end up as you know,
wallowing in the winter winds that blow.

Baby I know you love me now (x4)
Baby I know you love me now (x4)
Track Name: Symond Street Cemetery
Got Symond Street Cemetery on my right,
The bridge a half cut tunnel under light.
There's a shrieking hear acoustic brake light
Post forward falls some oxygen in spite.

Got Symond Street Pet Cemetery if you earn enough
I promise I will turn my face away
Look at me from the other side of the road
Push on to make yourself some green.

Don't go home.
Don't you go back home.
It's time for you to face up to what you have done.
Don't go home.

Got castle street vomit team on my ride,
Broken glass and bottles in my sight
Intransigent transience is popular
Push on with another face of grey.

Don't go home.
Don't you go back home.
It's time for you to face up to what you have done.
Don't go home.
Track Name: Edge of a City (Momma Song)
I live in a house at the edge of the city in a small town.
The people I see, they wave to me as I go by.
The forest creek with the valley so deep is so wild.
Tell your friends, tell your lovers, tell your brothers, tell your mothers
get in four lines.
Four lines.
Two times.

Momma, I'm drinking myself to death
Momma, I'm smoking myself to death
Momma, I'm toking myself to death
Momma, I'll be ok.

Momma, I'm drinking myself to death
Momma, I'm smoking myself to death
Momma, I'm giving myself away
Momma, I'll be ok.

Sunday morn has come and gone as it goes by
In a voice that ring and taught us to sing and love our life
Said "Hey my son, put down the gun before you die
Tell your friends, tell your lovers, tell your brothers, tell your mothers
get in four lines.
Four lines.
Two times.