B i o g r a p h y
 (by Official Site)

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.”




Polly Scattergood
- 2009-03-09 -



I Hate The way
Other Too Endless
Untitled 27
Please Don't Touch
I Am Strong
Unforgiving Arms
Poem Song
Bunny Club
Nitrogen Pink
Breathe In Breathe Out

Arrows
- 2013-10-21 -



Cocoon
Falling
Machines
Disco Damaged Kid
Colours Colliding
Miss You
Subsequently Lost
Silver Lining
Wanderlust
I've Got A Heart
 

Non Albums Tracks
- Misc -

Corridor
Crystal Breaks
Ghostgirl lovesick
Hurt
Kiss Me
Liberation
Number 24
Puff The Magic Dragon


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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


Arrows

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


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

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