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Magpie
03:36
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Once I was a monotone bird
Pecking quartz from brittle pebbles
Once I was up
Once I was up
Once I was up
Once I was up
Once I was a velvet groupie
Gliding past the amber curtains
Parking my car
Under the sun
Sitting in sun
Flowers with child
Once I was a folly crone witch
Warming hands against the fire
Stored in these bones
Memory veins
Weaving the veil
Sewing the grain
Once again I was a magpie
Many times I've had the caught eye
Once I was sad
Two I was glad
Three I was born
Four I was had
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2. |
Cinnamon
03:53
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In the outhouse rain goes pitter-patter
We are waiting for our ever after
On the blackboard meet me at the station
I'm at platform seven waiting for the wind to change
Hold his neck up, lifeless like a turkey
Limp and feeling breathless
Pressed upon the coffee stand
Didn't I say I'd stay home tonight
Didn't I say I'd stay home tonight
Home tonight
Home tonight
But I cannot win
My spine made of cinnamon
In my life how can I grow this garden
I've been making weeds into medicine
Didn't I say I would dig them out
Didn't I say I would dig them out
Dig them out
Dig them out
But I cannot win
My spine made of cinnamon
In the city I am like a budgie
Got to be an arrow there's always a price to pay
Didn't I say I would stay awake
Didn't I say I would stay away
Stay away
Stay away
But I cannot win
My spine made of cinnamon
But I cannot win
My spine made of cinnamon
But I cannot win
My spine made of cinnamon
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3. |
Am I a Bird?
04:27
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Though the equinox subdued a thirst
I've been more than still with the tides
I've been more than patient with your hurt
Autumn jumped the queue I analysed
Thought that I would soften with the sun
As the slowing days did rise
But I'm still not right
Mama I'm tired of being difficult
When all I really want to be is his
And Mama I'm tired of being miserable
How many of these lessons do I really need to learn
Am I a burden, or am I a bird
Trying to remember to take a rest
To take a breath when all is sleeping
I'm bleeding out from bitten tongues
And reminiscing melodies before I was restrung
Carried away like a stick in the river
It's hard to forget but easy to forgive her
I know this time is just hardening fluff
In a world full of unreturned letters
It's already hard enough
Mama I'm tired of being difficult
When all I really want to be is his
And Mama I'm tired of being miserable
How many of these lessons do I really need to learn
Am I a burden, or am I a bird
All this destination is way to tempting
How can we be still
But like the spinning wheel
We all have time to live
And time to die
To die
To die
To die
Mama I'm tired of being difficult
When all I really want to be is his
And Mama I'm tired of being miserable
How many of these lessons do I really need to learn
Am I a burden
Am I a burden
Am I a burden
Or am I a bird
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I felt the bottom and that's how I imagine the top to feel: empty
I felt the envy burn holes into your right ear, wait till fullness feels: heavy
For if I cast away, all the small things that I chased, would they come back
Somewhere in my side-split
I fight opposites, presenting perfect life, to me
Parting the Red Sea, all I ask is in the direction I tread, will you follow me
For if I cast away, all the small things that I chased, would they come back
For if I cast away, all the small things in exchange for some lesser mean
Would you think less of me
For if I did exchange, all the small things for the stage, there'd be less of me
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5. |
As A Flame
02:25
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Make her a weak one
Tell her she's the rabbit
Tell her to testify against
Her biggest habit
Late in the eve
When it had left
I was still left
As a flame
Make her your teether
Chew until your ready
I have been food for many
Pacify your plenty
Deep in his throat
This is a joke
This is the same
As a flame
Make her your feature
Tell them of her leaving
Out in the storm a memory
I'm guilty for grieving
Early last morn
I could have sworn
I saw her stay
As a flame
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6. |
We're Free
03:51
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I'm tired of getting what I want
Tired of getting what I need
I've got a bit less self control and I'm free
I'm tired of being who I want
Tired of being who I need
I'm being much less self aware
And I'm free
I'm free
I'm free
I'm free
I'm free
I'm free
You're tired of getting what you want
Tired of getting what you need
You've got a bit less self control and you're free
You're tired of being who you want
Tired of being who you need
You're being much less self aware
And you're free
You're free
You're free
You're free
You're free
You're free
We're tired of getting what we want
Tired of getting what we need
We've got a bit less self control and we're free
We're tired of being who we want
Tired of being who we need
We're being much less self aware and we're free
We're free
We're free
We're free
We're free
We're free
We're free
We're free
We're free
We're free
We're free
We're free
We're free
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7. |
Love Song to Myself
03:33
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The flowers bloomed whilst I was gone
No candles lit
A thought that we would journey on
And see those flowers with the same eyes
Ha ha ha ha ha ha
There's little gunmen in my ear
Telling me things I need not hear
A man that's clothed in love, may still take of his shirt, at your real words
I sing them under a spell
But it's a love song, to myself
I sing them under a spell
But it's a love song, to myself
Silently sycamore
Walks through the open door
Letting sweet sounding, words left unspoken appear
Oh little rabbit
I almost had ya
Until the light came
And blinded character
But I'm not looking for shouting and screaming
I'm just searching for your raw feelings
I'm not liking philosophical reasoning
I'm just looking for some substance to leave on
I sing them under a spell
But it's a love song, to myself
I sing them under a spell
But it's a love song, to myself
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8. |
Soldier Beetles
03:51
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I hung out his washing to dry
And the horsemen did say
Oh don't you be doing his work, it will indeed never go 'way
But I have made home in his world, for I make the beds in the castle where am I to go
Oh, doe eyes, why does his footloose surprise you
You know my soft heart, is printed by those who don't choose
Howling at the moon
For the king, and his concubines leap
Dumbing down the news
Soldier beetles: infect the June
I made him a cake all my own
He gave it one bite
And fed it to his Lady Red
When he was out of my sight
But you can make home in my world
For I make the beds in the castle, where are you to go
Oh, dough hands, why does this songstress surprise you
You know my soft heart is molded by those who don't chew
Howling at the moon
For the king, and his concubines leap
Dumbing down the news
Soldier beetles: infect the June
Why don't you give a hand, to the one who make the bread
Oh Godly men, make their beds
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9. |
Liminal
02:48
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All I hold is his voice
In the space in between, this day and a dream
Oh I shouldn't push for a dream, shouldn't push for a dream
In my cocoon, I go to sleep but I dwell in this dream
I still dwell in this dream, oh who could we be
I have been my own too long
All I have is blue noise
In the truth that I seek
Coming off strong, I'm coming down weak
In this space of a sheet, in the space of a week
Heaven, shouldn't feel this heavy
I have pulled this string too long
All we have is this light
And light memories is all that we see
I've been swimming for sea
I've been swimming for sea: of you
Of you
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10. |
Heaven Holy
04:44
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Heaven, I know where they keep it
It's not a secret, I've got the code
And heaven, holy I hold it
Maybe I was sold it in February snow
Cause every time the sun comes up I wake in a trance
I walk the path of Mary in his arms and, I am the Maiden, the Mother the Crone
Cause every time the sun comes up and tiptoes his skin
I see God: He is Him
A man who feels so much like something I've known
Something like home
Hmm
Eden, honey I feel it
Maybe it's seated deep in my bones
Rising, the serpent is rising
I realised it, I let it go
Cause every time the sun comes up I wake in a trance
I walk the path of Mary in his arms and, I am the Maiden, the Mother the Crone
Cause every time the sun comes up and tiptoes his skin
I see God: He is Him
A man who feels so much like something I've known
Something like home
Hmm
Finally I believe in what they see
Heaven, I know where they keep it
It's not a secret, I've got the code
And heaven, holy I hold it
Maybe I was sold it in February snow
Cause every time the sun comes up I wake in a trance
I walk the path of Mary in his arms and, I am the Maiden, the Mother the Crone
Cause every time the sun comes up and tiptoes his skin
I see God: He is Him
A man who feels so much like something I've known
Something like home
Hmm
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11. |
Something 'bout Morning
03:32
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When did I start to get better
When did I start to get better
I am so good now, no one would know I was never
Wanting to start getting better
So is it the sea I must swallow
Learning to swim I could drown in old sorrows
But we'll be up early tomorrow
Then I will wake feeling better
I always wake feeling better
Something 'bout morning slices the knife through the letter
She'd hang around if I let her
So is it the sea I must swallow
Learning to swim I could drown in old sorrows
But we'll be up early tomorrow
Then I will keep being better
Then I will tell you I'm better
How do I know this
You would know too if you met her
And someday I might even let ya
So is it the sea I must swallow
Learning to swim I could drown in old sorrows
But we'll be up early tomorrow
Somehow I'm scared to be better
Often I'm scared to be better
It feels like losing
Embers that held me together
Scared that no one will remember
So is it the sea I must swallow
Learning to swim I could drown in old sorrows
But we'll be up early tomorrow
We'll be up early tomorrow
We'll be up early tomorrow
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12. |
This Kind of Moon
03:25
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Mercury, can you stop and let me speak
I think you've forgotten just how much I pray
I think you misheard my wish that day
Oh, don't you know
It's not easy to be honest with you
It's not easy when you don't like the truth
It's not easy under this kind of moon
Setting sky, can I water down this night
I've been drinking sweetness all week long
But I'll sip this slowly til it's gone
Oh, don't you know
It's not easy to be honest with you
It's not easy when you don't like the truth
It's not easy under this kind of moon
Brothered man, now I truly understand
How my words abrase your heart
Hold me close but stay apart
Oh, don't you know
It's not easy to be honest with you
It's not easy when you don't like the truth
It's not easy under this kind of moon
Oh, don't you know
It's not easy to be honest with you
It's not easy when you don't like the truth
It's not easy under this kind of moon
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13. |
The Circus Came and Left
04:24
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On the day the circus came to town
When I found out
I couldn't see the lines
My eyes were blurred, and purposely
Underneath the tensioned canopy
I nominate myself
To assist in the trick
And luckily, I knew it
Ooh when will I learn to stand
Up on feet on my hands
Behind the curtains lays me down
So I can face the stage
I have wanted much before
But this time
I want it more
Ooh when will I learn to stand
Up on feet on my hands
When will I let it be
Ooh
On the day the circus packed and left
When I too made the choice
I tried my best to see
The gladness when so soon things leave, and purposely
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IndiaBlue England, UK
India Blue is a Faerie-Folk artist based in East Sussex.
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