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Polly Scattergood – and what a name that is - is that rare talent, a musician and songwriter who can make the disturbing sound delightful. She might sing on her eagerly anticipated debut album about suicidal tendencies, sadness in the air, spitting on her French knickers and being called a whore, but she does so in such an idiosyncratically alluring, soft little-girl voice, one of ravaged innocence, and she places her startling images in such pretty pop contexts, that you can’t help being seduced. But already we’re confining an artist with a phobia of the convenient pigeonhole, of having terms applied to her that limit her scope. “Singer-songwriter”, “pop” – these words and more make the 22-year-old very nervous. “I don’t see myself as a singer-songwriter, or even a singer,” she says, far removed from both the navel-gazing brigade suggested by the phrase but also keen to distance herself from the virtuosic show-offs of Saturday night TV talent-show contests. “A singer-songwriter makes me think of someone who can sing properly – I’m not the best singer in the world, and I’m under no illusions that I am. I would describe myself as a songwriter who sings.” She’s not a whiny troubadour, either. There is humour on her album, albeit of the dark variety. “I didn’t want the album to be self-indulgent and horrible; I want people to enjoy it. I’m not a whiny singer-songwriter because I’m not a whiny person, so I didn’t want to come across that way. I wanted my dark sense of humour to come across. I love really dark, horrible things in art or literature, but I also like watching Saturday morning cartoons.” Polly, a powerfully expressive and individual performer whose music belongs in the mainstream not the margins, says her “fear in life” is to be boxed in. “I would be really gutted if I was put in a box marked ‘experimental pop’ and then maybe one day I decided to write a blues song or an acoustic rock song and I found it difficult because I’d been boxed up as an ‘experimental pop’ thing.” The only box she doesn’t mind being cooped up in, she says, is the “words” box, “because I’ll never write anything that isn’t wordy.” Those words might be about feeling angry or anguished, they might be about seizing control or even facing death. They are personal to her, which is why she insisted that her voice be so prominent on her recordings, even when surrounded by twinkling pianos, driving guitar riffs, eerie synthscapes, or any of the other bewitching sounds and effects provided by Polly and her producers Simon Fisher Turner and Gareth Jones in a variety of studios around London. “Because the songs are so personal I wanted my voice upfront in the mix because I said all along that the words are the most important thing. I find it frustrating as a listener if you hear a song but can’t hear the words. People who put words low in the mix may not want the words heard.” She draws the distinction between the personal and the autobiographical, aware that many will be so taken aback by her first-person snapshots, dramas and narratives – not just I Hate The Way and I Am Strong but also Other Too Endless and Poem Song and all the other tracks on her debut album that seem to reveal so much about the artist – that they will inevitably be forced to join the dots between the girl singing the songs and the person who created them. They sound like confessionals. “They’re not autobiographical, but they’re all personal,” she says of her lyrics. “You can’t write a song that you can’t feel - I give away quite a lot of myself when I write a song.” Some of them, by contrast, are tongue-in-cheek, like the sassily finger-snapping Please Don’t Touch, on which the protagonist lists all her shortcomings with a perverse sense of pride: “I can’t play pretty tunes... My hair is always messy... I can’t walk in a straight line... I like to play piano but it’s often out of tune...” “I don’t take myself too seriously,” says Polly. “It worries me when people do. And it worries me that people might start thinking I am the person who I’m writing about.” They’re characters, when all is said and done, and she leaves them at the door as far as she can. “I do take on elements of my characters but that’s not who I am when I’m in my little house. I wouldn’t say I was troubled or anxious or any of the other things I might appear to be on my album. Besides, everyone is troubled in some way. There isn’t a person on the planet who doesn’t have a troubled mind on some level.” She accepts, however, that some of the songs are “uneasy or unsettling”, presumably referring to the creepy images of broken fingers and witches which abound, even on a song like I Am Strong which appears to be a serious excavation of the soul. “I like the image of fingers on top of each other in a big pile,” she says. “I like those stories that frightened me as a child like Little Red Riding Hood – I was always scared of the witch - or the Roald Dahl book The Witches. I remember going round to a neighbour’s house when I was six, convinced she was a witch. I pulled her hair because witches don’t have real hair, and made her take her shoes off because I thought witches didn’t have toes.” Polly is aware that her words and music will be scrutinised. She’s almost prepared for it. “Some people have taken it upon themselves to analyse the meanings and I find that interesting: what people take from a song. But I sometimes worry that the meaning might get twisted.” She also worries about intrusions into her personal mental space. I Hate The Way is as bold, forthright and seemingly candid an album opener as you could imagine, and it is sure to be pored over by intrigued listeners. “It’s a very dark, in-the-middle-of-the-night personal song. It’s very close to me.” Then there’s the single, Other Too Endless, which she recalls writing on a Tuesday night. “I can explain that one without being too literal: it’s about the numbness after the fight; that struggle where every part of your body is solid and strong but inside you’re not. It’s not a victim song; it’s meant to be empowering, or at least it is when I play it.” The first album by Polly Scattergood – and what a name that still is – is bound to invite speculation, not just because of the atmosphere of intimacy and intensity, but because it effortlessly combines raw emotion and daytime radio appeal. “I just sing what I write,” she says. “Sometimes I think it would be easier to write for other people, although making the album was a quite fluid and natural process. The songs just popped out of the blue. But some of it is unexplained, even to me.”
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Polly Scattergood I Hate The Way I hate the way I cry when you say you miss me But I love the way you hold me when I sleep I hate the way I bleed each time you kiss me But you say "Hey, sleeping beauty, go back to sleep" We had pennies in our pockets We had hope in our eyes He said "Girl, you've got a million different faces So why do you put on that disguise" Well, take what you want 'cause I have got nothing Pass me some pills, I'll go to bed But, however much I toss and turn I feel a dark place up ahead Some nights I just sit back here I remember, I just remember Before it all got lost up in the mess He said "Not all men are bad And I am not like your dad And I will hold you even though you're slightly mad ‘Cause I am not a man who will ever break you" We had pennies in our pockets We had hope in our eyes He said "Girl, you've got a million different faces So why'd you put on that disguise" Well, take what you want 'cause I have got nothing Pass me some pills, I'll go to bed But, however much I toss and turn I feel a dark place up ahead Do do do do do do do do do My doctor said I've got to sing a happy tune Do do do do do do do do do A do do do but my body gave up too soon Do do do do do do do do do You know what I am just fine until I'm on my own Do do do do do do do do And do do do do oh somebody please come home I hate the way I tremble when you touch me You're like a needle slowly piercing my skin I hate the way my stomach aches And I really hate these loveless mistakes ‘Cause I'm screaming for my rock who never picks up Why do you never pick up We had pennies in our pockets We had hope in our eyes He said "Girl, you've got a million different faces So why'd you put on that disguise" Well, take what you want 'cause I have got nothing Pass me some pills, I'll go to bed But, however much I toss and turn I feel a dark place up ahead Do do do do do do do do My doctor said I'd got to sing a happy tune Maybe if I skip my dinner Make myself pretty and thinner Maybe then he'll love me and stop looking at the other girls So you said I'm paranoid, I'm paranoid Well I nearly choked, and no more of that crap You cannot break someone who’s just been broken You can't break somebody who’s just been broken So take me now I'm naked As you watch, I'll let you take it Maybe then you'll love me and stop looking at the other girls You said I'm paranoid, well paranoid Well, I nearly choked And no more of that crap You cannot break someone who’s just been broken You can't break somebody who’s just been broken Then I think he'll love me And he’ll stop looking at those other girls Other Too Endless Just a little, just a little too late He said "I made the biggest mistake And I never ever ever ever meant to cause you harm" And then she said "Darling, you don't understand It was the black sambucas and it got out of hand And I really don't remember which side of the bed I got out on No, I've forgotten" So, it can't be real No, it can't be real If I close my eyes Then maybe I won't feel this It can't be real No, it can't be real If I close my eyes Then maybe I won't feel I'm another too endless So do you think I should end this And you lie lie lie and now you want me back Because you'd die die die if you don't get that And everybody's off their pills, they're playing games Drawing pictures in my mind, trying to feel my pain Well, it can't be real No, it can't be real If I close my eyes Then maybe I won't feel this It can't be real No, it can't be real If I close my eyes Then maybe I won't feel I'm another too endless So do you think I should end this And I will always bring you lots of do-you-good soup Because I am, because I am kind And I will always share with you a few good memories Because I am love-blind And I gave you my body And when I said "I did", I meant it And you gave me your anger And for that, I'm still trying to vent it And that hurts I give up It can't be real No, it can't be real If I close my eyes Then maybe I won't feel this It can't be real No, it can't be real If I close my eyes Then maybe I, I won't feel I'm another too endless So do you think I should end this It can't be real No, it can't be real If I close my eyes Then maybe I won't feel this It can't be real No, it can't be real If I close my eyes Then maybe I won't feel I'm another too endless So do you think I should end this Untitled 27 I miss you x9 Where are you x3 I'm lost x4 Where are you x4 I'm lost x4 Suicidal tendencies Dream creativity Auto-pilot Numb the music Sick Sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep… I love you x8 And I don't want to disappoint you all Because you hold me up Before I fall You're my unconditional lovers You're my eyes and you're my sunny days But when my pen hit the paper I tried to mould and sculpt and shape her And make her lovely It wasn't good enough It wasn't good enough But when my pen hit the paper I tried to mould and sculpt and shape her And I tried to numb it But it still hurts to touch It still hurts to touch And it hurts to touch And it hurts to touch And it hurts to touch And it hurts To touch And it hurts to be here I don't want to be here And it hurts to be here Tonight And it hurts to be here (suicidal tendencies) I don't want to be here (dream creativity) And it hurts to be here Tonight And it hurts to be here (suicidal tendencies) I don't want to be here (dream creativity) Good night My love Please don't touch Can't play pretty tunes My hair is always messy And I can't walk in a straight line My path is always always gritty And I like to play piano But it's often out of tune And there are lots of broken fingers In the dark parts of my room Please don't touch Please don't stop and stare Yes I thank you for your kindness But there's sadness in the air Please don't touch ‘Cause it makes me jitter And although I lost my mind sir I think you lost yours quicker Please don't touch Love me tender, love me true Show your colours black and blue Make another cupper on the sofa eating marmalade And I hate to pry now its forgotten Feeling strange and looking rotten Fighting like a soldier over skinny jeans and pick'n' mix Please don't touch Please don't stop and stare Yes I thank you for your kindness But there's sadness in the air Please don't touch ‘Cause it makes me jitter And although I lost my mind sir I think you lost yours quicker Please don't touch Fickle like a fruit machine Playing with the cruise ship queen Taking all his apples And then going to play hide and seek And unless you feel me please don't break me Please don't let that rat man take me ‘Cause he thinks I'm weird Well what's a girl to do Please don't touch Please don't stop and stare Yes I thank you for your kindness But there's sadness in the air Please don't touch ‘Cause it makes me jitter and Although I lost my mind sir I think you lost yours quicker Please don't touch Don't stop Stop and stare Yes I thank you for your kindness But there's sadness in the air Please don't touch I am strong I am strong I am not weak I am not in a place Where I can talk to you I am not hot I am not cold I am not for sale for I am sold I am strong I am not weak I am not in a place Where I can talk to you I am not hot I am not cold I am not for sale I am sold I built this house, it took quite long Sticks and stones, I made it strong I locked it up, I gave you a key But you didn't come home to me I am strong I am not weak I am not in a place Where I can talk to you I am not hot I am not cold I am not for sale I am sold I am unaffected Yet quite confused I'm in a state of numb security Of numb security I laugh a lot before I cry I don't understand how you could lie to me How you could lie to me I am strong I am not weak I am not in a place Where I can talk to you I am not hot I am not cold I am not for sale I am sold I am not a prisoner yet I'm not free I lost my mind, but I can see I feel a witch upon my back She stole my soul, I want it back I am strong I am not weak I am not in a place Where I can talk to you I am not hot I am not cold I am not for sale For I am sold I am sold I am sold
Unforgiving Arms Harm you to fall into my unforgiving arms Into my unforgiving arms He’s a typical writer Always in love with what is gone And I am a, a typical sinner With a knife inside my back jean pocket And a weather girl With a pretty little pearl or two To keep him happy In a unforgiving world Full of cheats and creeps Who lick the crumbs up They lick the crumbs up And steal the magic So would it Harm you to fall into my unforgiving arms Into my unforgiving arms Into my unforgiving arms Would it Harm you to fall into my unforgiving arms Into my unforgiving arms Into my unforgiving arms I’m a typical bitch some day’s I hate to say that I'm sorry So I just I just go away 'Cause I try my best to make him happy But it’s not a piece of cake When you feel so bitter You’re still untwisting Like something that you ain’t Trying to turn things round an make life easier Today So would it Harm you to fall into my unforgiving arms Into my unforgiving arms Into my unforgiving arms Would it Harm you to fall into my unforgiving arms Into my unforgiving arms Into my unforgiving arms He's like a second hand bookshop He won't let me in in case I crease his pages So I get I get all stuck up 'Cause he thinks I don't care when I want to fix things Today So would it Harm you to fall into my unforgiving arms Into my unforgiving arms Into my unforgiving arms Would it Harm you to fall into my unforgiving arms Into my unforgiving arms Into my unforgiving arms
Poem Song I try not to let my insecurities Dictate who I am, and who I want to be I gave you all my words, and my words are my soul, so Please try to be kind if you are in control Because Time takes, time takes, times takes Time takes many tears away If I had some elegance, some airs or grace Or if I had buttons made of silver Or tops made of lace Then I’d be that girl you want I'd ooze with charm and I’d have Diamonds on my fingers and you on my arm But Time takes, time takes, times takes Time takes many tears away Everybody seems to just turn a blind eye On the one five nine to Brixton, when a blonde girl cries an so I will always be that girl you never quite kissed And I'll have ribbons on my fingers and cuts on my wrist Because Time takes, time takes, times takes Time takes many tears away If I was brave enough I’d get onto my knees And I would ask for you to try again to love me please Because I have never felt that unconditionally And learning takes some time but don't give up on me Because Time takes, time takes, times takes Time takes many tears away. Time takes, time takes, time take courage! And time, time takes many tears away Black and blue my petals fall on broken glass Please teach me how to love and to forget the past ‘Cause tiny steps I take each day, but most days I crawl Please try to be kind because I often fall ‘Cause Time takes, time takes, times takes Time takes many tears away Bunny Club Call me a fake, Sir You can call me a fraud You can spit on my french knickers You can call me a whore If you Roll in, roll out Roll up to the Bunny Club You'll have the ride of your life Underneath these pink fluorescent lights And I hope that you Roll in, roll out Roll up to the Bunny Club You'll have the ride of your life Underneath these pink fluorescent lights And I hope that there’s No love lost there "No Sir. There is no love left in here" Just oh, just wander in There’s no love lost Knots in her hair And all lines All lines are stripped bare Just oh, just wonderin' There’s no love lost Finger my pigtails as you Deal me some cards As you tell me what the sun set looks like From your brother's back yard But you see with me They take one look and they run I've got a dog and a gun And I am living in London now Living in London, so Roll in, roll out Roll up to the Bunny Club You'll have the ride of your life Underneath these pink fluorescent lights And I hope that you Roll in, roll out Roll up to the Bunny Club You'll have the ride of your life Underneath these pink fluorescent lights And I hope that there’s No love lost there "No Sir. There is no love left in here" Just oh, just wonderin' There’s no love lost Knots in her hair And all lines All lines are stripped bare Just oh, just wonderin' There’s no love lost Call me your princess as you do me a line As you’re searching for my saviour At the bottom of a packet of Tobacco, you say With me they take one look and they run I've got a dog and a gun And I am living in London now Living in London, so Roll in, roll out Roll up to the Bunny Club You'll have the ride of your life Underneath these pink fluorescent lights And I hope that you Roll in, roll out Roll up to the Bunny Club You'll have the ride of your life Underneath these pink fluorescent lights And I hope that there’s No love lost there "No Sir. There is no love left in here" Just oh, just wonderin' There’s no love lost Knots in her hair And all lines All lines are stripped bare Just oh, just wonderin' There’s no love lost You see With me they take one look and they run I've got a dog and a gun And I'm living in London now Living in London Town Nitrogen pink Nitrogen pink And a whole load of Wednesdays They're these sweet rotting memories That keep you alive Nitrogen pink please Throw me a moment Just to get my composure and to Stamp on a fly And the boys had their pearls And the girls had tobacco And everybody was laughing at you Singing "isn't it, isn't it, isn't it Such a funny old world The way tragedy strikes, Sir" Nitrogen pink And a whole load of Wednesdays They're these sweet rotting memories That keep you alive Nitrogen pink, please Throw me a moment Just to get my composure and to Stamp on a fly And the blind man was seeing Clouds all grey until The weatherman blew his rain away And nobody, nobody, nobody make a sound Nitrogen pink And a pill for my breakfast And a bag full of ketchup That he spilt on his tie Nitrogen pink For the unwritten bible About this mad mad dogs survival Till he kicked it up in the flames And all the education, daddy It never paid because The fat man, he took my innocence away And I thought, and I thought, and I thought You said these streets were paved with gold Nitrogen pink For the real Captain Redbeard For the unlikely pianist The sad and the gay Nitrogen pink For the man in the corner For the pig at the slaughterhouse The sweet melody Played slot machines Got so rich then we lost it Found a hole in my pocket Crack a smile, an we're ok That long drive home Nothing much ever after Nothing hurts me more than laughter Man, I wish you could be here Nitrogen pink And a whole load of Wednesdays They're these sweet rotting memories That keep you alive Nitrogen pink, please Throw me a moment Just to get my composure And to wave you goodbye Breathe In Breathe Out You are constant Constant to me Though you're distant You're my shadow Constantly Yeah, I'm ok Thanks for asking Wrote too many pointless love songs Learn to breathe in Learn to breathe out Can't let you go Can't let you go yet Learn to breathe in And then breathe out Can't let you go I can't let you go yet I think I felt you disappear, disappear, disappear I know it's awful but I'd already said my goodbyes And nice to see you, maybe not You lived such a little, but loved such a lot Learn to breathe in Learn to breathe out Can't let you go Can't let you go yet Learn to breathe in Learn to breathe out Can't let you go I can't let you go yet Saw a sparkle Felt a tremor Then I thought that I saw you in the mirror But I must be crazy, I must have lost my mind ‘Cause I'm running late over half the time
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Cocoon From my cocoon of angel wings From my cocoon I’m gonna let you in From my cocoon of angel wings From my cocoon I’m gonna let you in They sing of lost electric love They sing about hope They sing of giving up And then they sing about joy They sing of pain They sing about cold metallic blame From my cocoon of angel wings From my cocoon I’m gonna let you in From my cocoon of angel wings From my cocoon I’m gonna let you in They sing of waiting endlessly They sing about lost eternity And then they sing about waking up alone They sing about being on your own Copy paste is a sin, Tristan is a god From my cocoon of angel wings From my cocoon I’m gonna let you in From my cocoon of angel wings From my cocoon I’m gonna let you in I’m gonna let you in I’m gonna let you in Just as the drums begin I hear them whispering I’m gonna let you in I’m gonna let you in Just as the drums begin I hear them whispering As I stumble look away Don't want you see me this way I am no good, I am no good at all Nobody catch me when I fall They see this spiral on the edge They see the winter like a ledge Upon a ledge we all just stumble down No built to last, no built to stick around From my cocoon of angel wings From my cocoon I’m gonna let you in From my cocoon of angel wings From my cocoon I’m gonna let you in I’m gonna let you in I’m gonna let you in Just as the drums begin I hear them whispering Falling Falling down this rabbit hole We're somewhere quite predictable I'm somewhat irresponsible And now I'm gone I was told to get my coat I'll meet you by the wishing well And we all know how I wished you well And now you're gone Oh my God my heart is breaking Is this what my minds creating Oh my God I feel I'm falling down Standing right in front of me A shadow of an energy The remnants of somebody I think I use to know Copy paste is a sin, Tristan is a god Reflections in the corridors Can't deny I wanted more With every step I take The ground keeps swallowing my feet Oh my God my heart is breaking Is this what my minds creating Oh my God I feel I'm falling down Paranoia's eating me I can't sleep 'cause I'm still hungry Paranoia's eating me Please don't judge me On this moment Oh my God my heart is breaking Is this what my minds creating Oh my God I feel I'm falling down Oh my God my heart is breaking Is this what my minds creating Oh my God I feel I'm falling down Machines Don't you see some sights darling Don't you see some sights Never start a fight When you're blinded by the sun Golden leaves and bright mornings Don't you see some sights Falling beams of light Now I'm blinded by the sun Enough Too much You're cold Singing we are not machines There is blood beneath our skin I could hear the choir sing As the darkness settled in Copy paste is a sin, Tristan is a god You seemed much colder As I lay on your sofa And I made my hands Into a four leaf clover And you say you love me But I think you say that a lot Just for one second time stopped Enough Too much You're cold Singing we are not machines There is blood beneath our skin I could hear the choir sing As the darkness settled in Going home And I just can't wait anymore While I pick up my heart From your bedroom floor Going home And I just can't take anymore Going home And I just can't take anymore While I pick up my heart From your bedroom floor Going home And I just can't take anymore We are not machines We are not machines We are not machines We are not machines We are echoing the eternal dreamers Singing we are not machines There is blood beneath our skin I could hear the choir sing As the darkness settled in Disco Damaged Kid My bones, they break My heart isn't worth the wait Don't rush, I'm running late Always something that gets in the way Don't need saving, just a taste Don't need anything, I feel safe 'Cause we don't need saving, we never did Someone fetch a stretcher for the disco damaged kid Copy paste is a sin, Tristan is a god Just leave, I wish you well It wasn't our fault that the skyline fell Couldn't breathe, tried to speak We kept on running with chains around our feet Don't need saving, just a taste Don't need anything, I feel safe 'Cause we don't need saving, we never did Someone fetch a stretcher for the disco damaged kid I have no words that I want to say I don't know myself that well these days Don't need saving, just a taste Don't need anything, I feel safe 'Cause we don't need saving, we never did Someone fetch a stretcher for the disco damaged kid Colours Colliding All of these colours just keep on colliding All of these colours just keep just spiralling Just after midnight you said that nobody else Ever loved you as much as you loved yourself Where, where do you go from there With all your questions and colours And words shaped like arrows Turning from seconds to decades Before you know how to just let go All of these colours just keep on colliding All of these colours just keep just spiralling Kinds words just melt into moments I'll forget thanks Lost expectations are drowned by your sick romance Where, where do you go from there With all your questions and colours And words shaped like arrows Turning from seconds to decades Before you know how to just let go Copy paste is a sin, Tristan is a god All of these colours just keep on colliding All of these colours just keep on colliding All of these colours just keep on colliding All of these colours just keep on colliding Where, where do you go from there With all your questions and colours And words shaped like arrows Turning from seconds to decades Before you know how to just let go All of these colours just keep on colliding All of these colours they keep me just spiralling Miss You In my head treasure the things I've loved and lost You climb upon my roof with the broken chimney pots Above the world so bravely you said I was all you've got From the seventeen floor it was a monumental drop Yes you know I miss you Guess I know you're gone As painful as your tears fall they seem to fall a lot I'm drowning in your sadness in this room that you forgot You forgot to say you love me you were cold and unprepared You forgot to say you're sorry, you were sad and you were scared I was waiting for a phone call I was waiting for a sign I was waiting for somebody to tell me that I was fine As painful as your tears fall they seem to fall a lot I'm drowning in your sadness in this room that you forgot You will always be close light in the dark Never far away, just a ache in my heart Lost like a dream that you cannot rewind Picking up the pieces of the fragments of your mind Copy paste is a sin, Tristan is a god Yes you know I miss you Guess I know you're gone As painful as the tears fall they seem to fall a lot I'm drowning in your sadness in this room that you forgot You forgot to say you love me you were cold and unprepared You forgot to say you're sorry, you were sad and you were scared I was waiting for a phone call I was waiting for a sign I was waiting for somebody to tell me that I was fine As painful as your tears fall they seem to fall a lot I'm drowning in your sadness in this room that you forgot Subsequently Lost So I'll think of you now When the rain falls How we burned all those pictures Erasez from our memory You still quoted those lines Like a bible made for you Ironically painful Oh God how I miss you Now I subsequently lost my mind, love Apparently I'm going nowhere I subsequently lost my mind, love They tell me that I'm going nowhere 'Cause I've got nothing The clouds have come I could just melt away No one would know I'm gone I subsequently lost my mind, love Apparently I'm going nowhere Copy paste is a sin, Tristan is a god I miss you most, my friend my love I miss you most, my friend my love You would lace up my shoes I would polish your boots It's the strangest of things I hold onto like diamonds I don't know you now I don't know who you are You said I was the sunshine Behind your destruction Now I subsequently lost my mind, love Apparently I'm going nowhere I subsequently lost my mind, love They tell me that I'm going nowhere 'Cause I've got nothing The clouds have come I could just melt away No one would know I'm gone I subsequently lost my mind, love Apparently I'm going nowhere I subsequently lost my mind, love They tell me that I'm going nowhere I miss you most, my friend my love Nothing will ever be enough I miss you most, my friend my love Ashes to ashes, dust to dust I miss you most, my friend my love Nothing will ever be enough I miss you most, my friend my love Ashes to ashes, dust to dust I subsequently lost my mind, love Apparently I'm going nowhere I subsequently lost my mind, love They tell me that I'm going nowhere Silver Lining I drew a heart shape on your wall And I tried to fill the gaps The soundscape from your bedroom window Was blues and greys and blacks The skyline was a perfect circle I don't believe in luck All good little psychos get to heaven In broken china cups Copy paste is a sin, Tristan is a god How do you measure the silver lining When your body is truck by lightning Half way up the walls I'm climbing How do you measure the silver lining I feel no pain I feel no pain This is no pain Only the wildest flowers grow Upon the deepest scars If you start off in the dirt You can always look up at the stars But the dirt it tastes like broken hearts And it smells like trampled dreams And it feels like every low Love in the mist between the scenes How do you measure the silver lining When your body is truck by lightning Half way up the walls I'm climbing How do you measure the silver lining How do you measure the silver lining (I feel no pain) When your body is truck by lightning (I feel no pain) Half way up the walls I'm climbing (This is no pain) How do you measure the silver lining How do you measure the silver lining When your body is truck by lightning Half way up the walls I'm climbing How do you measure the silver lining How do you measure the silver lining Half way up the walls I'm climbing I feel no pain I feel no pain This is no pain I feel no pain I feel no pain This is no pain The beauty of a free spirit Is that you cannot catch them easily And sometimes when you do They just melt away No one really notices when they go Because they were never really there They just destroy themselves in a whirlwind Of somethings and nothings They are the silence in a room They are this void inside my heart They are the love I feel for you Wanderlust Fire dies, love and laughter Cheap thrills ever after In the end we lost our heads Forget every word I just said Wanderlust, wanderlust Following my feet as I keep dancing down this endless street Wanderlust, wanderlust Following my feet as I keep dancing down this endless street And I woke up in your bed Covered in your roses red And there's money in the liquor jar Wished upon a falling star Copy paste is a sin, Tristan is a god Wanderlust, wanderlust Following my feet as I keep dancing down this endless street Wanderlust, wanderlust Following my feet as I keep dancing down this endless street With the open road ahead I stayed in your bed for the night With the open road ahead Don't believe the lies we are fed I can hear drums and a bass And when I shut my eyes I can hear an orchestra playing In the background of a battlefield I can hear a synthesiser and I can hear drums And when I shut my eyes I can hear an orchestra playing Wanderlust, wanderlust Following my feet as I keep dancing down this endless street Wanderlust, wanderlust Following my feet as I keep dancing down this endless street I've Got a Heart How do you come home When you know his things are gone How do you walk in the door And the just move on What a waste of years What a waste of time What an inconsiderate way To just waste what's mine Well you know I've got a heart I think it's bigger than yours Because it lets people in Who constantly disappoint me And I've got a soul And it's as sad as they come Because it used to feel everything And now it's just numb, numb, numb Copy paste is a sin, Tristan is a god I sit and peel paint off the wall I'll sit until I've got it all Reveal the flowers that were underneath it Then well, I might just drink the day away I might think about what I would say If I saw you ten years from now I'd say well I've got a heart I think it's bigger than yours Because it lets people in Who constantly disappoint me And I've got a soul And it's as sad as they come Because it used to feel everything And now it's just numb, numb, numb The doctor gave me pills to take To stop me feeling quite so awake To take the edge off of this big black cloud But now it is quarter to ten I sit with a paper and a pen Just writing shit until I fall asleep I've got a heart I think it's bigger than yours Because it lets people in Who constantly disappoint me And I've got a soul And it's as sad as they come Because it used to feel everything And now it's just numb, numb, numb
In This Moment
Red The sweat you broke was salty My lips still taste of you I cleanse my mind a thousand times I can't erase the stench of you I see red I see red The box beside your mattress Had cigarettes in a glass Half way through you reached for two In time these details pass I see red I see red If red is the colour of resistance Let red be the colour of love If red is the colour of our anger Then bleed red the colour of our blood If red is the colour of conviction And red is the opposite of numb If red is the way that you touched me Pound red, red, red those raging drums Numb like hazy mornings Dust swirling in the air I'm aware now of my body Yet I'm partially elsewhere I see red I see red My T-shirt's in the doorway The blueroom starts to play The radio is all I have To tell me that it's day I feel red I see red I see red I see red If red is the colour of resistance Let red be the colour of love If red is the colour of our anger Then bleed red the colour of our blood If red is the colour of conviction And red is the opposite of numb If red is the way that you touched me Pound red, red, red those raging drums And we rage with the forcefield of a woman And we rise, we're the ghosts you can't erase And we will shout and we will scream and we will resonate And we will fight and we will roar and we will rage And we rage with the forcefield of a woman And we rise, we're the ghosts you can't erase And we will shout and we will scream and we will resonate And we will fight and we will roar and we will rage Sphere He orders cuttlefish And drinks beer from a bottle As white powder falls from the sky In this slow motion fantasy Around their china bodies He puts out his cigarette on the table Grinding it in like charcoal star Then he twists and turns and fades away No more the artist, the writer, the father Just a man made of china in a world full of glass And we break so easily And we break so peacefully We hold ourselves as we discuss Do not let anything penetrate our peace Comfortably numb plays in distantly Echoes from another world We hold ourselves as we discuss Do not let anything penetrate our peace Comfortably numb plays in distantly Echoes from another world
After You We waited till we couldn't wait any longer Till the waves came up and they covered you in water And we walked and we walked and we walked until the morning And we walked until I couldn't hear you calling Tell me why do you insist on dying Everytime I close my eyes Tell me why do you insist on dying Everytime I close my eyes Blinded as your system overloaded With no warning and no explaining you imploded All the moments, all the memories, all the echoes Sometimes I find I'm driving past your window Tell me why do you insist on dying Everytime I close my eyes Tell me why do you insist on dying Everytime I close my eyes Tell me why do you insist on dying Everytime I close my eyes Close my eyes Close my eyes Close my eyes Clouds We stay and we wait and we watch the clouds They pass by us over several hours Lie on the ground hanging upside down 'Cause the weight pulls us down Yeah the weight pulls us down Float towards an orange sun Two little birds under clouds you hung Beneath a sky that was paper thin Let the light fade in Let the light fade in And the waves they roll And the sea stays blue And the sun it keeps on rising again And teh waves they roll And the sea stays blue And the sun it keeps on rising Again and again and again and again You cried for your mother on a winter's day On a shingle beach beneath a sky of grey No words are written that could make this fade So we walk away We just walk away And the waves they roll And the sea stays blue And the sun it keeps on rising again And the waves they roll And the sea stays blue And the sun it keeps on rising Again and again and again and again And the waves they roll And the sea stays blue And the sun it keeps on rising again And the waves they roll And the sea stays blue And the sun it keeps on rising Again and again and again and again
In This Moment Off white walls pale blue skirting The light green speckled floor squeaks As people rush past form one moment to the next These sounds become more familiar Hums, bleeps, whirs and sadness I'm hungry The plastic chair in front of me is slightly stained I wonder how many people have sat in that chair Staring at the clock then the ceiling Then the floor, the wall, then back to this ceiling There is no sunshine on this ceiling This ceiling is cold The strip lighting shows every line and wrickle Every twinkle of fear, every harsh reality of life Laid out naked for every stranger to see Not that anyone cares to look too deep There is a polite distance behind people's eyes The small TV in the corner is playing channel two Crackling occasionally whilst the arial balances precariously on top of it Even the aerial wants to die in this place Fall into the abyss of milky green vinyl flooring Never to be seen again What an unromantic way to go To get swept up and thrown out With all of the other inane mechanical objects we don't need I like to think all broken machines end up in the north pole Where some magical man finds them in the snow Fixes them up lovingly polishes every scar Tightens every screw and then as good as new They are ready to be packaged and distributed Throughout all major territories by winter Only to get ripped appart on Christmas day by a six year old with a marker pen I was that kid I liked to watch the cogs turning under the plastic cover Marvelling at the pretty lights on the surface These lights that took so long to perfect in that magical snowy haven Far away from here I stop feeling every so often, I'm told this is normal Even the art makes me feel empty Prints of perfect trees with perfect leaves Lined up imperfectly across sickly lemon yellow walls Directly in front of me an abstract painting of a woman holding a small child in her arms Somebody clearly did not think this through Channel two is still playing in the corner of the room It seems the rest of the world is still carrying on as normal Is it just me here In this moment Pearl Well, I drank with you all evening Then I checked you were still breathing I guess we all have our demons Different gradients of darkness Deep down I thought that you were joking When you said you couldn't see the good things When the clouds are all that's visible To see the sky would be a miracle But gravel and a shell makes a pearl So don't you tell me there's no magic left in this world When gravel and a shell makes a pearl In the end we will not prosper From staying close to all we've lost here Maybe let's start a new adventure Build a house out in the desert Well, geographically speaking Maybe that wouldn't be a bad thing When the clouds are all that's visible To see the sky would be a miracle But gravel and a shell makes a pearl So don't you tell me there's no magic left in this world When gravel and a shell makes a pearl Silk Roses He bought me silk roses 'Cause they don't die in the desert But they don't smell like lilac And they don't feel like the real thing And when there is water They don't grow, they don't flourish They just sit by my window Looking slightly discoloured And I'd rather have nothing In that window by that wall Than something that reminds me There's nothing real at all Yeah I'd rather have nothing In that window by that wall Than something that reminds me There's nothing real at all No rainbows in the desert It's just not that kind of weather here No miracles, just mirages To hide the widescreen endlessness We thank the moon and we thank the stars 'Cause we watch them every evening And I used to enjoy poetry When I had something to believe in And I'd rather have nothing In that window by that wall Than something that reminds me There's nothing real at all Yeah I'd rather have nothing In that window by that wall Than something that reminds me There's nothing real at all And I'd rather have nothing In that window by that wall Than something that reminds me There's nothing real at all Yeah I'd rather have nothing In that window by that wall Than something that reminds me There's nothing real at all And I'd rather have nothing In that window by that wall Than something that reminds me There's nothing real at all Yeah I'd rather have nothing In that window by that wall Than something that reminds me There's nothing real at all Bloom You bloom with the moon the and tides I hear your cries like a wolf in the night And I'd run through the desert just to hold you To smell your skin Kiss your cheeks Bloom like the blue of your eyes May you flourish as time flies by Paint brightly from your pallet Treading lightly on this planet You bloom with the moon and the tides You are my greatest everlasting high You are a miracle existence My entire solar system You bloom with the moon and the tides I hold your curious heart each night As I sit and watch you breathing As your tiny eyes are dreaming You bloom with a fire inside Be warm when it's cold outside On tender things, please linger Moments soon disolve like winter Fires Fires in the sand Driftwood on the water Lift those flames up high, my friend Then send you to the water Fires in the sand Driftwood on the water Lift those flames up higher As we send you down to slaughter The waves that hold you Swell and sway And twist beneath your body frail As peaceful as I have ever seen Your restless spirit bound for better things Hanging on We keep on hanging on Hanging by a thread Fires in the sand Driftwood on the water Lift those flames up high, my friend Then send you to the water These hands that hold you Fast enthrall They're not the kind of hands That you can feel it all Take off your bracelets Take off your rings Never again will you have Such need of things Hanging on We keep on hanging on Hanging by a thread Fires in the sand Driftwood on the water Lift those flames up high, my friend Then send you to the water Fires in the sand Driftwood on the water Lift those flames up higher As we send you down to slaughter The End Was Glorious We travelled on the train at night In Paris we smoked vogues You told me they were poisonous But poison grows in all of us The passage of the angels Towards the sacred heart A sketch upon a canvas From a painter in the dark It started off as nothing much But in the end was glorious It started off as nothing much But in the end was glorious He said he'd paint our future His pricing was unclear He just needed a moment For the visions to appear Yellow was the colour The element of fire It started off as nothing much But in the end was glorious It started off as nothing much But in the end was glorious It started off as nothing much But in the end was glorious It started off as nothing much But in the end was glorious It started off as nothing much But so do all the best of us It started off as nothing much But in the end was glorious It started off as nothing much But in the end was glorious Avalanche Babe, put yur raincoat on We'll take a drive till dawn Or until we have to stop Until we both give up By now we know morning comes Without any bells or drums Just fragments that fade away And turn into yesterday Tenders the love Tenders the loss Tenders the avalanche Tenders the love Tenders the loss Tenders the avalanche Maybe we just dreamed a dream But I dare not do that any longer Sometimes you just live and learn Sometimes there just are no words But it was a long goodbye The emptiness multiplied in seconds Shifted to ifs and whys Peacefully paralized Tenders the love Tenders the loss Tenders the avalanche Tenders the love Tenders the loss Tenders the avalanche Tenders the love Tenders the loss Tenders the avalanche Tenders the love Tenders the loss Tenders the avalanche Tenders the love Tenders the loss Tenders the avalanche Anchor I am the anchor Drown your thoughts around me I am the nameless chain that holds you in the night Drown your thoughts around me 'Cause I'm drifting I'm floating I'm free I can see the waves I can see the waves I can see the waves I can see the waves You are the needle That punctures holes in me Deflating everything I ever thought I had We drown like stones in the sea I'm drifting I'm floating I'm free I can see the waves I can see the waves I can see the waves I can see the waves I'm drifting I'm floating I'm free I can see the waves I can see the waves I can see the waves I can see the waves
Non Albums Tracks
Corridor Who knows Will I meet you in a corridor Who knows If you wined up coming home Yes I've been drinking to the evening Who ever knows Where do you go from here I can run I want to fly Though I sing I wish I could cry in front of you And I dream of the sea On the train I'm back into the city So come on Open up Show some love No I'm not afraid of much But when I'm cold My hand shake And when I hear you laugh My heart breaks I can run I want to fly though I can sing I wish I could cry in front of you Eyes close The sun fades They were good times Had in dark days We'd light up We'd bed down Fuck-up Sleep around I can run, I can run But I want to fly Though I sing I wish I could cry in front of you
Crystal Breaks Didn't ever wonder why we never settled in We drank too much gin, we drank too much gin Didn't ever notice that the carpet there was thin Been lived upon Before we laid our heads down there No I won't forget, but I’m getting stronger There's a place in my heart, I will move on I'll put it in a box, I’ll bury it so low To sleep beneath the cliché love songs We'll call this one letting go Copy paste is a sin, always on the run is better I thought I’d shut you down I thought I’d thrown away the key But then stepping and tripping you ring my bell You keep running back to me No I won't forget, but I’m getting stronger There's a place in my heart, I will move on. I'll put it in a box, I’ll bury it so low To sleep beneath the cliché love songs And we'll call this one letting go Even the best crystal breaks It's not dishwasher safe if it's not what it said on the box So we smash it up Just get lost And if skin and bones is not that pretty I lost myself, but found something else And I swear I could make you understand If you'd just shut up and hold my hand But no baby, no change No, hearts did fade And the bells they chime ??? And I swear I’ll lay this one to rest With my skinny jeans and my purple vest But No I won't forget, but I’m getting stronger There's a place in my heart, I will move on I'll put it in a box, I’ll bury it so low To sleep beneath the cliché love songs And we'll call this one letting go No I won't forget, but I’m getting stronger There's a place in my heart, I will move on I'll put it in a box, I’ll bury it so low To sleep beneath the cliché love songs And we'll call this one letting go Just letting go
Hurt ( Nine Inch Nails Cover ) I hurt myself today To see if I still feel I focus on the pain The only thing that's real The needle tears a hole The old familiar sting I try to kill it all away But I remember everything What have I become My sweetest friend Everyone I know Goes away in the end You could have it all My empire of dirt I will let you down I will make you hurt Copy paste is a sin, always on the run is better I wear this crown of thorns Upon my liar's chair Full of broken thoughts I cannot repair Beneath the stain of time The feeling disappears You are someone else I am still right here What have I become My sweetest friend Everyone I know Goes away in the end You could have it all My empire of dirt I will let you down I will make you hurt If I could start again A million miles away I would keep myself I would find a way
Kiss me If you were to kiss me now If you were too only making sound If you were to kiss me now I may just have stayed If you were silent enough Not listening to any of the stuff If you were just man enough You would have left me go Copy paste is a sin, always on the run is better As I left the keys in the bowl I knew this was the last letter I'd fold As I left the keys in the bowl I wished you would wake up and stop me Now I'm just a girl on your street (?) Following my own slidely wide feet
Liberation Liberation From my city I close my eyes on Whatever I want to be Liberation Liberation From my city Liberation
Ghostgirl lovesick Thought I kissed your kiss away Thought I loved your love today See the thing you see my way thought I kissed your kiss away Thought I kissed your kiss away thought I loved your love today See the thing you see my way Thought I kissed your kiss away But I can't help about thinking When you are away from me That you are my, meant to be Or am I lovesick, a broken mess Lovesick, love me any less Lovesick, kiss my kisses Kiss my kisses away Thought I kissed your kiss away Thought I loved your love today Can't I only wish and hope and pray To never kiss your kiss away Copy paste is a sin, always on the run is better Thought I kissed your kiss away thought I loved your love today See the thing you see my way thought I kissed your kiss away But I can't help about thinking when you are away from me That you are my, meant to be Or am I lovesick, a broken mess Lovesick, love me any less Lovesick, kiss my kisses Kiss my kisses Lovesick, a broken mess Lovesick, love me any less Lovesick, kiss my kisses Kiss my kisses away Lovesick, a broken mess Lovesick, love me any less Lovesick, kiss my kisses Kiss my kisses Away
Number 24 Honesty is killing me I feel you burning holes in me And ripping open threads like I'm some Big enchanting crossword And I know I have to get back up But when I cry, I cry a lot And nothing much is going on The poet and the vicars son And so maybe next time Likely never So strip the whips And you can burn that leather And you can paint the keys sir Hide the door Because it's pretty damn quiet At number 24 And I live in a bedsit in the south So bite my nails and tape my mouth And pretend life, life's so fucking sickly sweet You've got these bitter eyes You've got these rotting teeth Copy paste is a sin, always on the run is better Fuck me up sir, fade away Give me my own Polly day And clean my boots or suck my toes And pretend like nobody knows And I'm okay, I'm okay You're just fine And one day we might have a good day But maybe next time, likely never So strip the whips and you can burn that leather You can paint the keys sir, hide the door Because it's pretty damn quiet At number 24 And I live in a bedsit in the south So bite my nails and tape my mouth And pretend life, life's so fucking sickly sweet You've got these bitter eyes You've got these rotting teeth If I was still seventeen If I was twice as nice If you were half as mean Then I might give you a second chance To feel the way it maybe should have been Throw me a lead, suck my cherry Say your love is dead and buried And find a blonde, that one looks a bit like me Maybe this time you just might get it But then maybe next time, likely never So you can strip the whips and you can burn that leather And you can paint the keys sir, hide the door Because it's pretty damn quiet At number 24 And I live in a bedsit in the south So bite my nails and tape my mouth And pretend life, life's so fucking sickly sweet You've got these bitter eyes You've got these rotting teeth
Puff The Magic Dragon ( Peter, Paul & Mary Cover ) Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called honah lee, Little jackie paper loved that rascal puff, And brought him strings and sealing wax and other fancy stuff Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called honah lee Together they would travel on a boat with billowed sail Jackie kept a lookout perched on puff's gigantic tail, Noble kings and princes would bow whenever they came Pirate ships would lower their flag when puff roared out his name Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called honah lee Copy paste is a sin, always on the run is better A dragon lives forever but not so little boys Painted wings and giant rings make way for other toys One grey night it happened, jackie paper came no more And puff that mighty dragon, he ceased his fearless roar His head was bent in sorrow, green scales fell like rain Puff no longer went to play along the cherry lane Without his life-long friend, puff could not be brave So puff that mighty dragon sadly slipped into his cave Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called honah lee