1. |
Sylvia, Elizabeth & Anne
03:06
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Ahh
You’re the rising in my heart
My dying is a sacred art
The horse burns up in morning light,
I’m forever on the edge
Daddy please now don’t pretend
I won’t give up this fickle fight
Of Sylvia, Elizabeth & Anne,
Writing words that I can’t understand
Ahh
I am thirty in a week
Oh my child don’t you weep
We can watch the world go cold
As your mewling’s killing me
I just need to get some sleep
I have tried to be bold
For Sylvia, Elizabeth & Anne
Writing words that I can’t understand
Shut your eyes and listen to this Mad Girl’s lullaby
Kiss the heart you were born with goodbye
Ahh
Massachusetts was a home
For the grief that I once owned
Painting words like little dolls
North & South, I will remain
A shadow on your mountain
The art of losing your soul
In Sylvia, Elizabeth & Anne
Writing words I can’t understand
Shut your eyes and listen to this Mad Girl’s Lullaby
Kiss the heart you’re born with
This is goodbye.
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2. |
Mr Mister
02:49
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Mr Mister
It’s nice to meet you
Oh, we met before?
On the second floor?
Did we?
Extra extra
I read all about it
A double-page spread
Black and white and red
All over
But that’s not what I said
I think I lost count
Measuring my life out
In coffee spoons
Between Roman rooms
See you Tuesday
Or was it Thursday?
No, don’t remind
Me, I’ll look online
It’s everywhere
But I can’t find the time
Drop a text when
You’re next in London
We should do this sometime soon
It’s great to talk to you
But I can stare out
The highest
Windows
On a sunny after(noon)
This can’t be history
It happened in my lifetime
The wall came down
And the future was ours
I remember it well
So what should we do now?
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3. |
Everything Must Go
03:06
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Drag another razor across a half of my face
Feel a fresh week in my hands
Another Monday looms, another man
Black shoes, white shirt, grey suit and tie,
On time to be condemned
I got all dressed up
We all messed up instead
Adam’s probably billing bout a thousand an hour
On whether they should take a stand
The works comes in, he says “I don’t have plans”
He calls his dinner date while she
Is eating restaurant bread
She got all dressed up,
Now she’s all made up in bed
Thanks for the show
Everything must go
Well, I suppose
People will give and take
People will make mistakes
In this town
See a Cinderella at the side of the road
Ask her if she needs a hand
She said “yes, you know I can’t find my man”
And in her finest ballroom clothes
Walking toe to toe
The pumpkin’s parked
It’s got nowhere to go
Thanks for the show
Everything must go
Well, I suppose
People will give and take
People will make mistakes
In this town
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4. |
Cold Comfort
03:30
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Got started with all you need
Three quarters a pedigree
Got all that you want for sure
Keep keeping on up the score
Not running quite on time
Never had your card declined
Stepping out in your Tuesday best
Not sorry that you digressed
Don’t know what you want
Don’t know who to be
Cold comfort is all you need
Keep coming back for more
At Studio 54
She was a woman from a different time
For a future she left behind
Don’t know what you want
Don’t know who to be
Cold comfort is all you reap
You’re biding your time
On the Northern Line
Just a mile ’til the buckle unfastens
Fix up what you sew (/sow)
The tall grasses that grow
In the meadow of wildflower fashions
Read the truth in the neon lights
Scorched retinas burn so bright
Way up in the stratosphere
I still can’t see your house from here
Don’t know what you want
Don’t know who to be
Cold comfort is all you reap
You’re biding your time
On the Northern Line
Just a mile ’til the buckle unfastens
Fix up what you sew (/sow)
The tall grasses that grow
In the meadow of wildflower fashions
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