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Into Thin Air
04:04
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Into Thin Air
Written by Brea Robertson
Step by Step
Hoping I don’t fall
Down to the raging river
Between the rocky mountains tall
A promise of faith
A pure heart to find
I persist among danger
Losing concept of time
Slowly Slowly
Gaining height
Away from all the mess I made
And all the old life’s lies
As I journey ahead
Memories slowly left behind
Freeing my heart for the truth
And my soul for the divine
Renewed, my mind stills
Breathing in clean air
I will never go back
To the darkness I’ve been spared
Slowly Slowly
Gaining height
Away from all the mess I made
And all the old life’s lies
Lifting my high
Into thin air
High above the clouds
Where the birds don’t dare
The hills spread beneath
A patchwork of dreams
And hearts that I once knew
In an old life that’s been
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2. |
Dead Autumn Leaves
04:38
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Dead Autumn Leaves
Written by Brea Robertson
The wind…whispers over the waves
Carries secrets away
To lovers across the sea
The wind…Takes this pain away
Tells my love it ain’t easy
Did I leave before my time?
And I…will soar from this place
High above the clouds
With the wind in my face
And I…will fly with the breeze
Dance with dead autumn leaves
Till I am home
This life…brings tears to my eyes
Too many flowers pressed in the ground
Where its fragrance will never be found
This life…brings me to my knees
Shows me I’ll never be King
Still we fight over the crown
And I…will soar from this place
High above the clouds
With the wind in my face
And I…will fly with the breeze
Dance with dead autumn leaves
Till I am home
The flame…will burn all that is false
Will be turned into dust
The flame…will reveal its shining gold
The ones who claimed they held it
Will be left with gritty stones
But I…will soar from this place
High above the clouds
With the wind in my face
And I…will fly with the breeze
Dance with dead autumn leaves
Till I am home
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3. |
Swimming in Blue
03:48
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Swimming in Blue
Brea Robertson
I looked up
I saw you smiling
Through the clouds in the dusk
You were there
I let go, I was rising
Towards the sun, just to meet you there
Just to meet you there, Just to meet you there
But you, like you always do
You faded into the blue
And dispersed in bright colours over me
So then I ran
My heart faster
Into the dark night ahead
You said you’d be there
Not knowing if I’d last long
And your face in the dark
Beckoned to me so I ran
I ran I ran
But you
Like you always do
You faded into blue
And dispersed bright colours over me
And you
Like you always do
Left me drowning in blue
With nothing but light to guide me
And I
I grab what I find
But I’m left swimming in blue
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4. |
Hillcrest
04:41
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Hillcres
Written by Brea Robertson
He’s by the fence humming peace to his herd
No soul to be seen, just him and the birds
The dry grass blows wild as he limps up the hill
Blessing sunburnt land over years he’s tilled
He sings..
On Hillcrest, the place where I call home
Our spirits run through long grass free to roam
Hideaway houses and bellowing souls
Perched high up on haystacks while the sun sinks below
Outside in the dark, I see a flickering light
Bouncing among pine trees on a cold winter’s night
That’s her with her children searching for new life
The bleating of a young one needing warmth to survive
She sings…
On Hillcrest, the place where I call home
Our spirits run through long grass free to roam
Hideaway houses and bellowing souls
Perched high up on haystacks while the sun sinks below
Best of all was a hot Christmas day
While the roast crackled, aunties laughed, cousins played
Cricket in the dust and Santa skidding on his bike
Those days on Hillcrest were the best of my life
We sing…
On Hillcrest, the place where I call home
Our spirits run through long grass free to roam
Hideaway houses and bellowing souls
Perched high up on haystacks while the sun sinks below
And now, tired, he lies in a bed far away
His body worn out from those hot working days
From nothing they sowed and sixty years they did reap
The memories of Nan and Pa in those fields I will keep
I’ll sing
On Hillcrest, the place where I call home
Our spirits run through long grass free to roam
Hideaway houses and bellowing souls
Perched high up on haystacks while the sun sinks below
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5. |
Blackforest Song
04:12
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Blackforest Song
Written by Brea Robertson
Let’s get out of this place
Just you and I
Leaving behind
The trains and the buses
The faults of our fathers
Our endless minds
I’m tired…
I can see the sun going down
Past the mountain tops
In a purple sky
Where the buzzard flies
Above where we sit drinking wine
With the sound of the river below
Must we go back?
To the race of the rats
And the streets void of joy
Let’s stay where the fields are full of green
And cows, and flowers, tranquility
I’m alive…
I’m alive…
I can see the sun going down
Past the mountain tops
In a purple sky
Where the buzzard flies
Above where we sit drinking wine
With the sound of the river below
And with you I could stay here forever
And with you I’m happy by this river
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6. |
Hold Me Forever
06:27
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Hold Me Forever
Brea Robertson
Looking up at the clouds in the sky
Thinking bout life, bout just you and I
Have you ever thought about the day we’ll die?
Come take my hand, we’ll be like birds and fly
The full moon lights our way through the night
Together we’ll walk, just you and I
The howl in the darkness gives me a fright
But in your arms, I know, I’ll stay alive
Hold me forever, my love
Hold me forever, my love
And in return I’ll give you my heart
So walk with me, my love
The forest hides away the darkest dreams
And in between the leaves I see you and me
The path alights by the glow worms plea
Forever is now, and I want you to be
Hold me forever, my love
Hold me forever, my love
And in return I’ll give you my heart
So walk with me, my love
So, come take my hand
Come take my hand, my love
Footprints in the sand
Footprints in the sand, my love
Twirl me in the dark
Twirl me in the dark, my love
Walk with me, my love
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Brea Robertson Berlin, Germany
ARTISTBIO
Brea Robertson is an original singer songwriter from the mountains of Maleny, in
the Hinterland of the Sunshine Coast. Brea's style fuses heartfelt soul with folk rhythms and bluesy tones. Her voice is the centre-piece of her songs, reaching from rich depths, to angelic heights, stirring the hearts of her listeners.
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