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Daisy Chains
02:44
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Black coats, blue lips, we’re going out for the night
To creepy crawl the minds of those who never question
We watch them live and laugh in brightly coloured lives
Blonde hair, red smiles, lips that stay frozen
Lalalala so lovely
So fucking delicate, so picturesque
Lalalala so lovely
Better find a daisy chain to hang yourself with
This haunted house belongs to the dusk so silent
Our smiles tainted with violence seem strange and out of place
Early spring flowers were growing on the banks of the river
You stopped to take a picture
Caught us laughing, caught us leaving
Blue hearted singers burned that bridge across the river
And on this side the grass turns grey and the daisies die
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Penny For a Kiss
02:49
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He gave her a penny for a kiss
Just a taste of her innocence
He didn’t think twice, why would he think twice?
She gave him a fist full of marigolds
A sign of her love, or so she’s been told
She doesn’t know why, how could she know why?
I’m not made from plastic
I’m flesh and blood and bleed, bleed, bleed
Whether I whisper or scream
You never seem to listen when I plead
I was taught to be seen but never heard
Stared at until my skin itched
Bribed for my love until there was nothing left
Eyes closed, lips stitched
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Fangirl
03:53
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All alone in my bedroom, stare at the ceiling
Way back when, when the sky was falling
And all your songs would make me dizzy
I liked the way your eyes felt on me
Took the long way home
Sore heart and feet
Aching to be alone
With that same song on repeat
Heart is racing, hands are shaking, can’t describe how you feel
I swear it’s completely irresistible, that suicidal sex appeal
And all your teenage heroes disappointed you in the end
They sell out or they fuck up or they don’t live past 27
You are my whole world
Made me laugh until my stomach ached
Lost like a little girl
Do you know how many hearts you break?
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4. |
Dear Martine
03:29
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Dear Martine,
I hope the weather’s treating you well
Down there in hell
Are you looking up and laughing at me?
I’ve been hearing stories about the place they took you
Does the sun never set? And is it true
That the ice cream tastes like rotted flesh?
Cos I’m headed that way soon
With pockets filled with dust and gloom
Pretty teeth and ugly soul
Pity me and take me home
And I started singing “don’t stop me now”
(You said I was a poser who probably didn’t even like Queen)
And I just kept singing “don’t stop me now”
(You were acting so self righteous, you were being so fucking mean)
Dear Martine
Dear Martine,
I’ve been to blue Carolina
I was looking for your laughter
I found it deeply buried in a daydream
They locked me in a windowless bathroom
I could hear they’d gotten their hands on you
The blackout saved my soul x2
But it didn’t save you
What was I supposed to do?
Far too little, far too late
My stupidity sealed your fate
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5. |
Flailing
03:48
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Daydreaming, saw the seasons change
Stop staring, stop staring into space
Do you, do you, do you see what I see?
Silly, sad thoughts catching up with me
Isolated stranded on my feet
Flailing on the edge of sleep
Wait for another daydream to carry me away
Flirt with motivation, lie down with apathy
Write a love song to blue January
Blink and it’s suddenly grey February
And I felt the rain before it fell cold and thick
Now there’s no way to tell am I sad or am I sick?
Given up, stuck in a daydream
This soaring high note rises to a scream
Found my way and then I lost my mind
Misheard you say “come Thursday I’ll be fine”
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6. |
Pretty Horses
01:32
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Sun falling down in my eyes
Took the long way home at moonrise
The sun never sets and is it true?
You’re out for the night, lips painted blue
Now you’re stuck in the basement doing a seance x3
For all the pretty horses x4
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7. |
Cry, Cry, Cry
02:38
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Sports a pale blue apron and a gruesome grin
She’ll laugh half hearted at all your bad jokes
Watched her children kill their siblings
Wash their bloody hands in all her waters
Takes a quaking breath, stretched and aching flesh
Burnt and blistered from all their stubby cigarettes
Unable to satisfy, unable to close her eyes
She’s forced to watch, watch it all
You can cry, cry, cry with all your tears
But they won’t hear, they won’t hear you
Sports a red lace bra and her guts are filled with tar
Exploited, overused, overwhelmed and disappointed
Watched her children tear out her organs
Pollute her priceless, precious blood
Unable to forget, unable to close her legs
She’s forced to endure, endure it all
You can cry, cry, cry with all your tears
But they don’t don’t care, they never cared for you
You can cry, cry, cry with all your tears
But they don’t change, won’t change a thing for you
You can cry, cry, cry with all your tears
But they never lifted a finger till it was too late
Too late
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8. |
There Go the Geese
02:41
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Asleep with your eyes wide open,
Lips silently moving
Telling me things I don't want to know
So count count all your sheep,
I'll sing until you sleep
And there they go, there go the geese
There they go
A signal to move along,
But how I want to know your name
And every one of your secrets and sins
God I want to know your name
Your name
She came with the cold weather, I was trying, I was trying to get better
Trying to forget her
Because you can't always get what you want
I used to always get what I wanted
And what I want is this
You sit there and smoke your cigarettes
Tell me your name
Tell me you love me
Tell me your name
I bet it’s so pretty
Tell me your name
Your name
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Wake up in a house, standing just beneath the skylight
Walking circles in the dust, repeating “Something’s wrong and something’s right”
They all think that you’re a freak, and what’s done is done
I think you’re kind of enthralling, but maybe I’m the only one
Panic over, we’ve reached our conclusion, now I know I’m someone else
You’re all happy, smiling, laughing, and I know you can’t help yourself
The backyard is overgrown with ghosts
This is just one of those situations, I’m gonna have to make the most of
What do I do?
Now we’re all screwed
And if you’re dead, then I’m so dead too
What’s over is never over, let’s untangle the tapes for a better view
What do I do?
Now we’re all screwed
This could get messy, as far as I know
Violence is likely, I’m pretty sure we gotta go
As soon as we step on the street, chaos ensues
We’re trying to complete an impossible task, but no one knows what else to do
A little girl slowly approaches, my friends don’t have much to discuss
They say, “B, try the tape of The Little Mermaid! I’m pretty sure she’s here to help us”
But her mother stops before we can, and she doesn’t like what she sees She has much to say about our lack of experience, so B just laughs and backs down, and agrees
The backyard is like a loaded gun
J thinks he can prove them wrong, I’m guessing he’s not the only one
The backyard is a forest that’s clouded with doubt
S thinks he can find an answer, but he doesn’t know what this is about
The backyard is waiting with its hook, line and bait
R thinks that the worst is over
But even he can’t escape his fate
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10. |
Walk Away
03:25
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There goes the weather changing again
My mood changed to a deep, dark blue
It's not as if you’d miss me at all,
But do you miss the way you felt when I met you?
You had this burning hate inside your soul
Which you took and made your own
You wore it everyday with a smile on your face, think it made you feel less alone
(And even on the rainiest of days, I always wanted to say)
Honey, honey won't you run away with me?
We could make a home in the deep blue sea
You've got no money, I've got no dreams
You know this world isn’t ever what it seems
(You hate everyone)
You wore the title of best friend like a medal around your neck,
You were so, so proud
But I never really got the way you talked, how you'd throw words and names about
You were everything to me and I was just a way of passing the longest summer Sundays
(And even though you're walking away, I still sort of want to say)
I'll be there to hold your l hand
I'll say I'm sorry in advance
For when your heart goes and breaks
I'll put it back together with cello tape
I won't be there to hold your hand
Say I'm sorry in advance
For when your heart goes and breaks
I think it's time to walk away
(I hate everyone)
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11. |
You Are My Heroine
03:39
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This world isn't big enough for all your secrets and there's nothing I can do to hold you down
But I'll hang onto your arm all the same, let you lie to them, take the blame there is nothing I can do or say to make your change yourself or change your ways
Feel the tides change, feel me drift away with them, feel you in my veins, you are my heroine
The radio plays songs that make you think of me, I'm just your distant, desert fantasy
Fact or fiction, truth or dare, I'm losing my mind but you know I don't really care
When you’re out there on the run
I run, run, run down to the ocean
What is the point of reality? When there’s no you and me
Tell me about the sun falling down in my eyes
If you're going down, go down slowly
Just like a plane we’re spinning out of control
If I'm going down then you're coming with me
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12. |
Childhood Amnesia
03:38
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There goes my rose tinted heart,
Missing people who can't remember my name
Oh how quickly home sweet home becomes a cage
I miss you x4
Woke up and realised, I'm not the person I’m meant to be
You're all busy moving on and I'm still wondering if you ever think of me
I miss you x4
Maybe it was just my childhood amnesia distorting things
Swallowed my pride, bitter like nostalgia
It rose like bile
I think I'm dying x3
Curiosity was killing me
Everything that I didn't know
I'm still sleeping with a hatchet I should have buried forever and ago
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Arsenic Annie Aberdeen, UK
“There goes Arsenic Annie, never fully dressed without a restraining order.”
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