B i o g r a p h y
 (by Andy Kellman)

Cardiff, Wales native Cate Le Bon matched her slightly spooky, fragile voice with dark lyrics -- she confessed to being death-fixated -- and a sparse, spindly guitar sound. In 2007, she opened for Super Furry Animals' Gruff Rhys, with whom she occasionally collaborated, during a tour of the U.K. That same year, she self-released her first single, "No One Can Drag Me Down"/"Disappear," and recorded an album, Pet Deaths, which was shelved. Edrych yn Llygaid Ceffyl Benthyg, a Welsh-language EP, was issued on Peski in 2008, the same year she contributed vocals to "I Lust U," a song from Rhys and Bryan Hollon's Neon Neon album Stainless Style. Me Oh My, Le Bon's first album to actually be released, came out on Rhys' Irony Bored label in 2009 and was hotly tipped by Uncut magazine. Her sophomore release, Cyrk, which paired the spooky, folk-tinged timbre of Nico with the experimental, Nuggets-meets-Krautrock attack of Os Mutantes and Faust, arrived in early 2012. Arriving in 2013, the well-received Mug Museum saw Le Bon relocating to Los Angeles, and featured a guest appearance from Perfume Genius on the track "I Think I Knew." Hermits on Holiday, a collaboration with American singer/songwriter Tim Presley under the moniker DRINKS, arrived in 2015, followed by an all-new studio album, Crab Day, in early 2016.




Me Oh My
- 2009-10-12 -



Me Oh My
Sad Sad Feet
Shoeing the Bones
Hollow Trees House Hounds
It'
s Not the End
Terror of the Man
Eyes So Bright
Digging Song
Burn Until the End
Out to Sea

Cyrk
- 2012-01-17 -



Falcon Eyed
Puts Me To Work
Cyrk
Julia
Greta
Fold the Cloth
The Man I Wanted
Through The Mill
Ploughing Out, Pt. 1
Ploughing Out, Pt. 2

Mug Museum
- 2013-11-12 -



I Can't Help You
Are You With Me Now
Duke
No God
I Think I Knew
Wild
Sisters
Mirror Me
Cuckoo Through the Walls
Mug Museum

Crab Day
- 2016-04-15 -



Crab Day
Love Is Not Love
Wonderful
Find Me
I'
m a Dirty Attic
I Was Born on the Wrong Day
We Might Revolve
Yellow Blinds, Cream Shadows
How Do You Know
What'
s Not Mine

Non Albums Tracks
- Misc -

January
Seaside, Low Tide
That Moon
The Eiggy Sea
What Is Worse

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Me Oh My

Me Oh My

Me oh my
My oh me
I fought the night and the night fought me
Knocked on the door
Used its key

He and I
I and he
Locked in one piece but he slept and I screamed
Put on his shirt
Pretend he's me

I saw a light and I carried my head
Put out the dawn when she crept in my bed
Broke my heart
Stopped me dead

Why oh why does the dark knock on me
I fought the night and the night broke me

Sad Sad Feet

Did you wake in the morning with the sun in your eyes
But you don't have a song to sing for your love
I rock the beat, but I don't have time
And I don't have a song to sing for my love

Sad sad feet and sad sad eyes
I'll go blind to save you
Not gone looking to take it back
It's just, baby, I'm headed for the black

Well I like what I like and I like what I know
Even when the day starts humming
I like the fields but I just can't go
'Cause there's a dark cloud coming

Sad sad feet and sad sad eyes
I'll go blind to save you
Not gone looking to take it back
It's just, baby, I'm headed for the black

Sad sad feet and sad sad eyes
I'll go blind to save you
Not gone looking to take it back
It's just, baby, I'm headed for the black

Shoeing The Bones

I've got a love, I've got a love
Open my hand and make a jump
I'm on a train, it's overrun
I fought like it's not the only one

Where could you go, where could you stay
I'll die on my feet, not pass away
Gripping the rope in days just gone
And shoeing the bones for everyone

And these are hard times to fall in love
These are hard times to fall in love
These are hard times to fall in love
These are hard times to fall in love

Oh, I fell upon a hard hard mine
Shoed me some bones to stake my time
Then I gunned for your love right through the sun
Shoeing the bones for everyone

And these are hard times to fall in love
These are hard times to fall in love
These are hard times to fall in love
These are hard times to fall in love

And these are hard hard times
These are hard hard times
These are hard hard times
These are hard hard times

It's Not The End

Get out and run like a street fight is on
And I'm willing to see what you have
It's not the last time I've looked at him
And it's not the end

Kid on the run, sounding off, letting on
Gonna wait for a hell of a beating
Swallow the town like a vitamin
And it's not the end

Kids on the run and the kids on the run
Gonna wait for a hell of a beating
I'm not around with it anymore
But it's not the end

Terror of the Man

Make frightening plans
And see them with your hands
It's the measure of the man

The weight of these words
Falls like feathers in the sand
And so till me from the land
Till me from the land
Till me from the land

Spread fire through the grounds
Obliterate the towns
But spare us from the sounds
Snows of the summer
Fall like ashes in the hand
It's the terror of the man

Terror of the man
Terror of the man
Terror of the man
Terror of the man
Terror of the man
Terror of the man

Make frightening plans
And tear me into strands
And then wake me like a man
Weigh me in the wind
Cocoon me in the sand
It's the terror of the man

Terror of the man
Terror of the man
Terror of the man
Terror of the man

Eyes So Bright

Beauty rare I don't want to share
She says that hands fill holes
Eyes so bright, they just steal the night
And she rows where she rows

My sister young, my sister strong
She sparks in ebbs and flows
I ride behind, keeping hounds in line
But I cast my shadows low

For all the time it takes to learn
No further can I ride
Eyes so bright, they just steal the night
And I'll come for him

Mark its time, it's a terrible time
My ???
I'll see you write in your branches high
And I'll come for you each time

When the day arrives to loan
Must every ???
Eyes so bright, they just took my life
And I love you

I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you

Digging Song

I don't ever wanna dig your hideaway
I don't ever wanna find them in the ground
If I could die, we could get so far away
I loved the sun and we loved to sun

And oh, I dig all night
With tired eyes

The dogs are dead and I'm getting older
I don't ever wanna put them in the ground
I get to thinking that I live too far away
I loved the sun, yeah we loved to sun

And oh, I dig all night
With tired eyes

Oh, I dig all night
Oh, I dig all night
Oh, I dig all night
Oh, I dig all night

Burn Until the End

I wanna burn until the end
See all my friends tie up loose ends
I'll find asylum in the sun
Feel the light when she comes

Find another ghost
Go settle down but love me most
Split the time in two
Half for me and half for you

And when it's gone and lights come on
Is there nothing more that I could do for you

I wanna burn until the end
I wanna burn until the end

Make yourself a home
Go settle down and let me go
Stream your sorrow through
Cry for me and cry for you

And when it's gone and lights come on
There's nothing more that I could do

I wanna burn until the end
I want to burn until the end
I want to burn until the end

Out to Sea

When the tide comes in
And splits the land between
My love counts on me
But skip the land and row
Where it's bound to blow
Colder winds I know
Out to sea, out to sea
Skip off forevermore
Always pining for
My love left on the shores
And if I head for ground
Fearing I may drown
Will I let my love down
Out to sea, out to sea

Cyrk

Puts Me To Work 

Washed up on the low side
The crock locker drained my eyes
You're so fine but you didn't know how

You play like you've seen too much
Smoke like you'd fight enough
Callouses show we're both feeling it now

Baby, I said myself
There's nothing the dark would shelve
That's okay 'til the money runs out

You kill me with empathy
Crave solidarity
And that's fine but you don't sing out

?? don't remember
The time we took on your broken face
I'll get so, so little effort
But I know that you're there
'Cause you're making it hurt

Baby, I said before
It's all that I'm searching for
Now we're together, we need never grow old

And one day the seem will change
And we'll slip beyond the range
It's our day, tomorrow is already sold

?? don't remember
The time we took on your broken face
I'll get so, so little effort
But I know that you're there
'Cause you're making it hurt

It puts me to work
You put me to work
It puts me to work
You put me to work

Cyrk

Now is not a good time to leave me on my own
And neither will then be a good time
I've always loved the movement of the trees
Find me a place where I can watch the breeze

I'm counting the minutes, one, two, three, and four
Keeping good company so what are you crying for
I've always loved the turning of the screw
Find me a place that I can mold into

People, they change and often come and go
But I'm waving flags for the long haul
I'll always love the summer 'til I die
Find me a place where little birds fly by

Julia

I was foreseen
Think of means to pass the light
I can't get to her
Can you teach me how to come

Can you teach me how

Oh these ???
Till new year comes another stunt
I can't think along
And Julia looks round and round
Julia looks round

And he moves along
I could see this channel grow
Now I count the times (?)
And Julia looks round and round
Julia looks round

Greta

A playground, a courtyard are out of this world
You can realign light but you can't tame the girl
When her eyes are the size of lagoons, all dreamy and white

The universe shines from under her skin
The delicate pattern of places she's been
A baby daze coiled up inside her like ribbons of time

Greta, be good to yourself
For goodness sake

You existed in moonlight before you were born
On the turn of each calendar, inside and outside
Observatories clocked you and stars, they were holding so dear

Greta be good to yourself
You've always been here

Fold the Cloth

I'm in the seems (?)
Like clouds of Greeks
The mouldings on the ???

I know these walls
I've loved them all
We can't forget the house

When you hear the sound of all the people on the ground
It's too late to come around, tuck your belly in your chest
And see how close we are

Seven shades of brown drip from the bannisters
And now you know you need to come around
Put your belly to the crest and see how close we are

Your face, so sweet
Not bones, not meat
Just ?? of the shore

Oh priestly pray
The ash has died
We can't forget the house

When you hear the sound of all the people on the ground
It's too late to come around, tuck your belly in your chest
And see how close we are

Seven shades of brown drip from the bannisters
And now you know you need to come around
Put your belly to the crest and see how close we are

Fold the cloth
Oh cut the cloth
Fold the cloth
Oh cut the cloth
Fold the cloth
Oh cut the cloth
Fold the cloth
Oh cut the cloth

The Man I Wanted

Grow your hair longer
It's easy to in summer
When the days fold under

If it pours in the daytime
We'll have to stay indoors
I'll milk the time you sat with me

What I hoped for most
Was to be his greatest host
He'd make my hands his home
The man I wanted

Where is the payout
How does the opposite feel
Well, you'll never show me

Autumn was so nice
We're rolling in to enter
The pleasure is all mine
Still it is more than twice

The man I wanted
The man I wanted
The man I wanted
The man I wanted
The man I wanted

Through The Mill

When I saw you died a death
Whilst mating on the moor
I ran to approach the poacher's nest
To strip them of their epaulet

You really are the maddest beast
I've ever seen before
Three hundred pounds wrapped in my cave
We're going to an island

I propped you up with trophy bones
And perched you on the peak
We stayed to watch the ships come in
And drank to when the chase felt good

I really could not leave him there
They put him through the mill
I wrote back home to tell my friends
The moon it makes the wine taste sweet

Ploughing Out, Pt. 1

Once I had a reason
To fall outside off season
A gentle, gentle coast
Towards the look-out post

On the last day of the year
I'm just happy to be here
Looking at the leaves of time
In my mind, in my mind

Plans are real
Ploughing out across the fields
Holding court for miles around
Finding out it's only sound

Once I heard the handle
But sparks shot out in tangles
The gentle, gentle shift
Sent all intent adrift

And on the worst day of his life
He'd still love more things than I like
Taping melodies of times
In his mind, in his mind

Plans are real
Ploughing out across the fields
Holding court for miles around
Finding out it's only sound

Ploughing Out, Pt. 2

When it goes off
We'll be the last boat out of here
When love is wrong
You'll be the ringing in my ear
Steering me why

When it goes off
We'll be the last boat out of here
When love is wrong
You'll be the ringing in my ear
Still we never say die

When it goes off
We'll be the last boat out of here
When love is wrong
You'll be the ringing in my ear
Steering me why

When it goes off
We'll be the last boat out of here
When love is wrong
You'll be the ringing in my ear
Still we never say die

Mug Museum

I Can't Help You

I wanted to pave you an endless summer
To cut into the fabric of your fallacies
Good faith is on the turn

What good could ever come from being cruel
I haven't seen you in the longest while
Our hands locked in the bag
We own a broken hat

I can't help you, I can't help you
I can't help you, can't help you

I took a backseat in my heart and laid low
I watched the duel unfold through blown-out windows
The night was on its knees
And everyone agrees

I can't help you, can't help you
I can't help you, can't help you

And after the fact
We were out of steam
Time to cut my time
And split me like timber
Spilled me like water
Bend me like elbows
Beat me like egg yolks
Beat me like egg yolks

I can't help you, can't help you
I can't help you, can't help you
I can't help you, can't help you

I can't help you, can't help you
I can't help you, can't help you
I can't help you, can't help you

Are You With Me Now

Oh, the sinking spell
Caught at tiny heels
Pinned a notice to posts
Then crawled in my mouth

There is a feeling I love
Buried in my brow
I have no reason to run
I see no reason

Are you with me now
Are you with me now

It's not impossible
It's not unfathomable
It's not unusual, baby
To feel a shadow in kind

There is a feeling I love
Buried in my brow
I have no reason to run
I see no reason

Are you with me now
Are you with me now

As she knows me now
As she knows me now
As she knows me now
As she knows me...

Are you with me now
Are you with me now
Are you with me now
Are you with me now


Duke

On Market Square
We were carried away
We studied entire empires
When you were Duke
We landscaped our legacies
And thought about wars

I don't know how we have come to function so far away
Drifting in directness with the compass we've made, you know
It's our best work, I'll see you here, here, here

Where the weather licked your face, dry
The weather licked your face, dry

I am half-bitten
You are half-hidden
Until the arms close
Scheduling tides
Pitching up in our paths
Will never grow old to me

I don't know how we have come to function so far away
Drifting in directness with the compass we've made, you know
It's our best work, I'll see you here, here, here

Where the weather licked your face, dry
The weather licked your face, dry
The weather licked your face, dry
Where the weather licked your face, dry

I don't know how we have come to function so far away
Drifting in directness with the compass we've made, you know
You know it's our best work, I'll see you here
Here, here, here, here, here

No God

There's an old light on
Pulling at the wheels
Hammering the bell
He'll fold the metal folds
I'll wear it well

Wear it well for you
Rule it out for me
And lose your selfless doubt
Hands throw me out

I, I saw a face again
I pulled it from my head
No looking, I know it well
No God

When the lead is good
How'd you make a deal
How'd you break thirst
He'll fold the metal folds
I called it first

Call it out in twos
Crying out in threes
When leading lambs lose track
Hands pull me back

I, I saw a face again
I pulled it from my head
No looking, I know it well
No God

No God
No God
No God
No God
No God
No God

I Think I Knew

(Feat. Perfume Genius)

There's no talking to him
His eyes are upon dust, steam, and tepid water
I am home just to sit with him
Aging at the notion of a life time on earth whim

There's no working it out
My wanting is beyond all fears of formula
There's no boundary to devotion
No territory to handle and cut neatly into three

I wish I knew, I wish I knew, I wish I knew
I wish I knew, I wish I knew, I wish I knew

No sign on the door
No title to the deeds I'm digging for
A pun you wade into that ocean
Blot out all uncertainty
And call it as I be

The air is all ribbons of ice
Softening the corners of my eyes
I was bold, I was the author
Doubt crept in like sickly dogs
And dragged me through the freeze

I wish I knew, I wish I knew, I wish I knew
I wish I knew, I wish I knew, I wish I knew

I think I knew, I think I knew, I think I knew
I think I knew, I think I knew, I think I knew

What did you want
Everything
How would you have him
On my knees
There is no one that can't be opened
This one to cut the heart in two
The other one to choose

I wish I knew, I wish I knew, I wish I knew
I wish I knew, I wish I knew, I wish I knew

I think I knew, I think I knew, I think I knew
I think I knew, I think I knew, I think I knew
I think I knew, I think I knew, I think I knew
I think I knew, I think I knew, I think I knew

Wild

Yesterday I saw you
Drinking from my bowl
On an island of hypocrisy
It's light was not that kind to me

Now I dream of horses
Grazing on box wood
Like bastions of self-sabotage
Like bastions of self-sabotage

Wild, wild

Oh you've seen much better days
Drop them through the hoops
Knitted scarves for Christmas
Signed up again through January

Now the days are falling
Through absent episodes
We leapfrog at life's strangers
But we are not inseparable

Wild, wild

Sisters

Aunty Rita in my life
Making tracks for me to find
Wheel a running's never done
With Aunty Rita in my eyes

She will find a buried song
She will set my hands on fire
Hands on fire, over again
Her to me, and me to them

And the feeling stops short
I won't die
I'm a sister
I won't die

When we were driving in her car
Fence between found furniture
And clean clothes
Singing "I've Just Seen A Face" to her

I know well this space I fill
I've seen both sides
I know the drill
I hold the button

And it plays on
I won't die
I'm a sister
I won't die

Mirror Me

Clocking on this endless work
I ought to put a ladder down
Honestly I pan the kindest lines
And then some

If I come to teach you every night
Then love gets lost in loops
Honestly it's my ??? beneath my hold
Is not so

Mirror me
Like you want me to be
Like I want you to see me
Like I want you to see me again

Now kisses for sisters down avenues
No loose lips and no good nights
Be forever in the bad (?) but not in my bones
If I have to trace for you every line
Then angles lose their urgency
Trickle down my skeleton like hunks of honeycomb

Mirror me
Like you want me to be
Like I want you to see me

Cuckoo Through the Walls

I will not sing your name
And tie my heart to Jupiter
And watermelon dreams
I felt the fear of change

I washed the metal down
I toiled for hours
Never leave the house
Cuckoo through the walls
Lay still on the ground
Exhale the sound of symphonies

She did not use the door
She did not leave the table
She spread out like a fan
And then burst into tears

And I watched the dinner drown
I drank for hours
Never leave the house
Cuckoo through the walls
Lay still on the ground
Exhale the sound of symphonies

At the drop of a hat
I am scaling a hill
Stealing dots in a world (?)
Where your heart can stand still

Mug Museum

In my mug museum, I grow
Company from echoes, in my walls

I forget the detail, but know the ones
Tailored to the letter, till it becomes

In my mug museum
In my mug museum

I forget the detail, but know the ones
Tailored to the letter, till it becomes

In my mug museum
In my mug museum
In my mug museum

In my mug museum
In my mug museum
In my mug museum

Crab Day

Crab Day

It doesn't pay to sing your songs
It doesn't pay to sing your songs
It doesn't pay to sing your songs
It doesn't pay to sing your songs

I saw you see me on Crab Day
Speak your eyes to me on Crab Day

The bottom line is in the how
The bottom line is in the how
Words like glassy beading
Will decorate for now

Swim across to greet me on Crab Day
Spend a lovely dream on Crab Day
Lend your voice to me on Crab Day
Who am I to judge you on Crab Day

Sing your heart to me on Crab Day
Put your love in me on Crab Day
I'm a coronation on Crab Day
Who am I to love you on Crab Day

Love Is Not Love

Ah, whistle me a windmill
And talk me to the sea
Can't be forever in your summerland
Feeling like geometry
Takes me over, takes me underground
Leaves me writhing in the reeds
Hiding somewhere in the chorus
I won't let you, I won't let you

Sing my name again, love
Sing my name again, love
Sing my name again
Love is not love
When it's a coat hanger
A borrowed line or passenger

Ah, fix a lid on sodden dreams
Throw disintegrating melodies
Into the silence between
Keep me dancing in your wet yard
Where no eye could ever reach
Call me over for the chorus
I won't let you, I won't let you

Sing my name again, love
Sing my name again, love
Sing my name again
Love is not love
When it's a coat hanger
A borrowed line or passenger

And the bar is go
And it keeps me high
But I don't know how to love you
And I part your head
Like the coat is mine
But I don't know how to love you
And I made the air move in arrows
But I don't know how to love you
And your bread is warm
And it fills my nights
But I don't know how to love you right

Wonderful

Met on a meter
Leant over to seat you
Stopped by a red box
To write you a letter, a letter
I'll write you a letter

Call for a picnic
A merciful salt lick
Bad television will keep us together
Together, together
My heart's in my liver

Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful
Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful

Of all of the weather
I like you much better
Snow made me sad
But your face on rotation
Rotation, rotation
My heart's in the station
copy paste robots kill the internet
Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful
Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful

I wanna be your motion picture film
I want to be your ten pin bowl
Sport is the colour my nebulous lover
Circle the gutter
My heart's in my supper
My heart's in my supper

Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful
Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful

*** Thanx a lot to Pull_to_bits for this one ***

Find Me

Mindful of the host
Colouring the cookbooks in with love
Shimmying your tree
Looking for my morning breakfast cup
Emptying the lock
Piling all the debris on your lip
Mining in your shoes
Waiting for the morning cowlick

Well I might be somewhere in the house
Somewhere in the house
I might be, might be
Sighing in your tomb
Sighing in your tomb
Find me

Mithering the ghost
Fearful of the handprints on the glass
Sticking like a bolt
Swollen in the sand dunes of my mouth

Fixing up a suit
Glossing all your dirty furniture
Dining on a lamp
In the corner of your council building

Well I might be somewhere in the house
Somewhere in the house
I might be, might be
Sighing in your tomb
Sighing in your tomb
Find me
Find me
Find me

I'm a Dirty Attic

What's so good about hungry hearts
Beating on the table when your plate is full
I'm a body of dreams for you
I'm a dirty attic

Milk warn monuments fill me up
If you don't paint the ruin in the background
I was thinking about truth
Oh it's not automatic

This night drive me wild, ah row away
It's like I'm untied, ah row you say
Well I want to make sense with you
And I want to make sense with you

You say something like "stop the bus
And I'll see you in the morning when the light's up"
I was drinking the dew
It's just automatic

Take care golden hair, draw me a sky
Paint me in a picture with a new face
I'm a body of dreams for you
I'm a body of dreams for you
I'm a body of dreams for you
I'm a dirty attic

This night drives me wild, ah row away
It's like I'm untied, ah roll you say
Well I want to make sense with you
And I want to make sense with you
And I want to make sense with you
With you
With you

I Was Born on the Wrong Day

Nice seams, no doubt
Please fifteen for your money
Dream of copper calendars
And laughter in the drive

I was born on the wrong day
I met my mother and I dressed her windows

Oh teach me words like faith
Put all your details in the ground
As if you don't believe in stones
I'm gonna cry in your mouth

I was born on the wrong day
I met my mother and I dressed her windows

Revisit passages
From foreign papers in the class
Oh take it back to milk
And the fluttering of hands

I was born on the wrong day
I met my mother and I dressed her windows

We Might Revolve

I wasn't even in my room without reason
I wasn't even in my room without reason
If I wasn't even in my room
I wasn't even in my room

All the towns are miniature
All the girls are beautiful girls
All the towns are miniature

We might
Revolve
We might
Revolve

Mither me
I'm in your road
We might revolve

I was a humid satellite with open arms
I was a humid satellite
I wasn't even in the room
I wasn't even in the room

All the towns are miniature
All the girls are beautiful girls
All the towns are miniature

We might
Revolve
We might
Revolve

Mither me
I'm in your road
We might revolve

Yellow Blinds, Cream Shadows

I'm alive in your window
Yellow blinds, cream shadows
I'm a dog, I'm a big dog
Pulling string from your wheel

I will evaporate the count
I will not tell you that
The clocks have all gone back
Escape the cold cement of time
And be so hard to find
Impossibly behind

Night spots
Light filler
Call it lunch, call it dinner
Play paper piano
Your string, my wheel

I will evaporate the count
I will not tell you that
The clocks have all gone back
Escape the cold cement of time
And be so hard to find
Impossibly behind

How Do You Know

How do you know
Light gets through
How would I know
You really swim in me
How would I know to stay

How would I know
To stay
How would I know
To stay

Your keen eyes look back through mine
But anyway

Book me a suite
With a view de la mer
When you put your necklace on me
I would not know to pay

I would not know
To pay
I would not know
To pay

I would not know
To stay
I would not know
To stay

Your keen eyes look back through mine
But anyway

What's Not Mine

Dirty water in my beard
In my salt marsh tears
I'm not crying for myself
But I'm riding close

I was hiding in your disguise
I was looking through your dead eyes
I don't even know what's not mine

What's not mine
[x8]

Climbing, climbing
Tip the boat
Put the dish on [?]
I was opening your door
To my nightly sauna

I was lounging in your disguise
I was reading through your dead eyes
Now I don't even know what's not mine

What's not mine
[x16]

Non Albums Tracks

January

(Cyrk II EP)

And moving kills me
And it sets me on fire
And I cannot imagine
How to qualify too

When the seas are calm
We come out like eagles
But carry the weight for too long
We fall from skies like seagulls
Although I say don't be great
You'll fall apart from the view
And most of the time gliding's fine
But flagging posts is fine, too
Fly, fly

When seasons change me
But they don't show me flowers
It's more than I can handle
Heckler (?) storms came from showers

When the seas are calm
We go out like eagles
But carry the weight for too long
We'll fall from skies like seagulls
Although I say don't be great
You'll fall apart from the view
And most of the time gliding's fine
But flagging posts is fine, too
Fly, fly

And now you know you've got it made
When the days are yours alone
Go out, employ the country

January's coming back
I don't know if I'll be here for that, but
I'll still love something
I still love something

When the seas are calm
We go out like eagles
But carry the weight for too long
We'll fall from skies like seagulls
Although I say don't be great
You'll fall apart from the view
And most of the time gliding's fine
But flagging posts is fine, too
Fly, fly

Seaside, Low Tide

(Cyrk II EP)

Good night, goodbye
When he goes, I always cry
Trickling from the corners of my eyes

It breaks in heatwaves
We holiday but never stay
Rainy seasons far too long to write

Seaside, low tide
Oceans rolling, lands subside
They're secretly important all the while

It makes me nervous
The wind alone is not enough
I'm watching for a change now in the ???

It tastes just like sunshine
Sweeter than the day is fine
You patiently correct my oxford (?) line

The seaside, no why
We haven't ??? side by side
I'm watching for a change now in his eyes

Good night, goodbye
When he goes, I'll surely die
I'm watching for a change now in his eyes
In his eyes
In his eyes

That Moon

(Cyrk II EP)

Will we ever see that moon again?
That moon again?

You say you want to
And still we fall far
It clouds over
All of the field far from my lunar life
When tripping for a while I lost the light

And for his eyes
I scan the skies
Now there's no reason why

Pulling fences is a sound I know
The sound I love

I fill up my boots
And still I stay out
To climb over
All of the field far from my lunar life
When tripping for a while I lost the light

And for his eyes
I scan the skies
Now there's no reason why

I fill up my boots
And still I stay out
To climb over
All of the field far from my lunar life
When tripping for a while I lost the light

And for his eyes
I scan the skies
But now there's no reason why

So far away (x4)

The Eiggy Sea

(Cyrk II EP)

In the morning I am gone
In the morning I am gone
In the morning I am gone

Locking it's to linger on
I might drift in mind as one
In the morning gone

On singing sand she waits for me
Drinking from the eiggy sea
In dissolving sun
Milky valleys coming, too
Our journey ends well overdue
And in the morning gone

Oh when I see her
Wolfing around
I fall over myself
Just to bask in the wealth

Oh sail me over
The eiggy sea

There's nothing you can bring
We'll gather ants we're gathering
To attract us home
There is little you can say
To make the yearning fall away
Now the seeds have grown

The rocket curves so beautifully
Making a berth for you and me
To rest our laurels on
With milky belly, arm-in-arm
We are feasting on the calm
And in the morning gone

Oh when I see her
Wolfing around
I fall over myself
Just to bask in the wealth

Oh sail me over
The eiggy sea

Milky, it makes me so sad
It makes me so sad
It makes me ah ah ah ah

Milky, it makes me so sad
It makes me so sad
It makes me ah ah ah ah

Milky, it makes me so sad
It makes me so sad
Ah ah

What Is Worse

(Cyrk II EP)

How can you love it
But not yourself
You are far lovelier
Than twelve of this together
And what is worse
What is worse
I'm a terrible mirror
I'll model all the colour in you
And now I am brimful
And living back home

You always tell me
Not to stop in the day
But how could they know
Day sleeping is good for me
And what is worse
What is worse
I have no money
But I live like royalty

And that was September
Now I'm feeling the cold
And that was the end of
A familiar phone call

You come to my room
To tell me I'm so cruel
'Cause I have no plans
To settle down, down

What is worse
What is worse
When the face is all we see
It's the sounds that unease me

And that was September
Now I'm feeling the cold
And that was the end of
A familiar phone call

You come to my room
To tell me I'm so cruel
'Cause I have no plans
To settle down, down
Down (x6)

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