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from Thea Gilmore - Burning Dorothy (2005)
Would you look at this place
There's a sign on the wall We are all suddenly free We don't pull any punches at all Imagination runs riot There's a choice of three doors Tell me what's a pretty girl to do In a land of metaphors? You can take me home You can take it on through You can lay me in your bed Tell me to say stop when I want you to Don't you dare Don't you dare Don't you dare Call me sugar Little baby innocence With a couple of silent scars I've got a head with too much sense And a mouth full of nervous laughs Well you might get off easy But I don't dance to your tune You might think you're putting pressure on me but honey This is a vacuum You can take me home You can take it on through You can lay me in your bed Tell me to say stop when I want you to But don't you dare Don't you dare Don't you dare Call me sugar Well you can shut up now, I'm talking I am so sick of your one-liner conversation They say learn to walk before you can run Maybe you should learn to talk before you injure someone You can take me home You can take it on through You can lay me in your bed Tell me to say stop when I want you to But don't you dare Don't you dare But don't you dare, don't you dare Call me sugar Well you might get off easy But I don't dance to your tune You might think you're putting pressure on me but honey This is a vacuum |
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from Thea Gilmore - Burning Dorothy (2005)
Can you see me in the halo of this street lamp baby?
Talk is cheap and I can just about afford this sentence What can I do? Maybe I could deal in actions, yeah I could sell you this finger, maybe you would get the message Get out, get out Is this about blame? Is this about corruption, baby? Is this about hypocrisy? ‘Cause I’m pretty good at that I seem to have this knack of using silence as a shotgun ‘Til you reach between your legs and draw a weapon of your own Saying, get out, get out These days, you guys, you really owe me one And I’m just about to cash in my favour For a shoulder to cry on. This is my plan and this is my idea If we turn the world around at least we’ll have something new to look at and No-one told me that you always won a bet you will just Keep playing those straights You seem to play them slightly crooked I say get out, get out These days, you guys, you really owe me one I’m just about to cash in my favour For a shoulder to cry on. Well, my mouth is so full from all the shit you’re making me swallow And I’ll bet you my first time I can still scream when I want to And the king of the mice is living it up with the rat clan Its got something to do with love or passion or something Get out, get out Get out, get out |
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from Thea Gilmore - Burning Dorothy (2005)
Sex is the open sesame
To a rich mans eyes And I am not prepared To be patronised To compromise, to sanitise My ugly tongue cold eyes And babe you know you’d better watch those incriminations Watch what those fingers do ‘Cause life has a funny way Of pointing those fingers Back at you And she can be a hole in the mattress Of a back alley bedroom Where each frame of her life is blue and stained with People, people like you People like you And sweetheart I think you should let me hold your grudge for you I’m a little better qualified and a lot more willing too And she just sits there looking vacant like they always do Well you never know anyone, anyway I never even knew myself, myself until today Now my life's a newspaper with some pages blown away And she can be a hole in the mattress Of a back alley bedroom Where each frame of her life is blue and stained with People, people like you People like you What does this What does this What does this smile What does this What does this What does this smile What does this What does this What does this smile do for you? Does it do it for you? She can be a hole in the mattress Of a back alley bedroom Where each frame of her life is blue and stained with People, people like you People like you Will do people like you Like they’re not supposed to Know so many people like you |
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from Thea Gilmore - Burning Dorothy (2005)
I don’t know
I don’t know I don’t know what it was that was making me Curl up in the corner and be secondary to you I can see I can see I can see that these lies are a soul disease And your emotional coffin is warping at the seams And hey Mr. not so clever now What have you created? Just look into this face and Tell me you hate it You hate it Break the wall Break my face Break the double personality The dual control I used to see in me And it all Yes it all Yeah it all came down to geometry All the points and lines that made up you and me And hey Mr. not so clever now What have you created? Just look into this face and Tell me you hate it And hey Mr. not so clever now What have you created? Just look into this face and Tell me you hate it Tell me you hate it Well, overruled Overtime Over everything else this belief in self Is shaking you when your ego hits the floor Can you see? Can you breathe? Can you walk towards that open door? ‘Cause all I’ve ever crossed my fingers for is here Hey Mr. not so clever now What have you created? Just look into this face and Tell me you hate it Hey Mr. not so clever now What are you afraid of? Just look into these eyes and Tell me you hate them Tell me you hate them Tell me, tell me, tell me And you are not that clever now |
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from Thea Gilmore - Burning Dorothy (2005)
My voice has been boxed on a shelf by the door
And my hands may be cold but my wry smile’s still warm And she can’t believe that I’m not gonna fight Guess I’m just too busy doing battle from the inside And I feel you, well I’ll see you ‘round And you fucked your way in, you can fuck your way out Well, a terminal inversion seems to apply Seems if we’re wanting to be powerful we’ve gotta learn to play the guy But she beats her chest and proclaims that life’s unfair And she’s to pissed to be angry and I’m much too cool to care And I feel you, well I’ll see you ‘round And you fucked your way in, you can fuck your way out Just because I bleed seems to make me family And I don’t wanna be your militia sister My popular opinion has just vanished without a trace Seems if I’m not living on the edge then I’m taking up too much space And you can point your fingers and call me a bitch Yeah, I guess its good to be alternative Guess I kind of enjoy it And I feel you, well I’ll see you ‘round And you fucked your way in, you can fuck your way out And, no baby, you’re not even warm |
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from Thea Gilmore - Burning Dorothy (2005)
I can see her head in hands
I can taste the salt that’s waiting there behind her eyes I can feel the tears that echo in these walls Cos she’s throwing in the fantasy again No-one told her love could be so cruel With each word another bullet another wound I see no more move made to resuscitate the love Cos we’re throwing in the fantasy again And they drew the line that was crossed so many times and She wonders why it will be her who pays the price I believe there is no smile That can ever lose the weight of her heart But I can see you’ll be OK now Now you’re throwing in the fantasy again And they drew the line that was crossed so many times and She wonders why it will be her who pays the price Cos she's throwing in the fantasy again |
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from Thea Gilmore - Burning Dorothy (2005)
Perfectly ugly, I'm standing up here in front of you
Like a living work of art And I can do cute with a bite or angry with a personable side But they're my only parts And this town crossed its legs a long time ago baby When it got sick of trying And the violent soprano of an ambulance siren screams round the block Like the whole world is dying And oh, oh I have to give everything a name And oh no I can smell gas in here again And you say what an explosive little sugar I am And I say “well you know, sweetheart, you live on bad ideas” She managed them both like some dizzy soap opera queen on the TV And I manoeuvred my way round the rocks smuggling scorn into my words And she didn't even see me I love it when you float off like some great feather in the breeze Now the only trouble is I'm left sitting here panting for more Like a bitch on heat, now And oo, oh I have to give everything a name And oh no, I can smell gas in here again And you say what an explosive little sugar I am And I say “well you know, asshole, you live on bad ideas” Skin tight and forthright I can pick this fight alone Hold on we can take it on 'cause even Words can cut to bone Skin tight and forthright I can pick this fight alone Hold on we can take it on 'cause even Words Oh, oh I have to give everything a name And oh no, I can smell gas in here again And you say what an explosive little sugar I am And I say “well you know, asshole, you live on bad ideas” |
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from Thea Gilmore - Burning Dorothy (2005)
Across the room
This crowded, lonely room I see you standing bright, you’re on fire Across the sky This busy city sky There’s one star alight It’s you My God, I’m sorry, I’m falling into the blue, yeah My God, I’m sorry, I’m dragging you down too Across your eyes Your blue cut crystal eyes I see my reflection tied like the daylight And into the night This cold, unforgiving night You stare out, the blue is you My God, I’m sorry, I’m falling into the blue, yeah My God, I’m sorry, I’m dragging you down too Down too Higher, higher you take me up, yeah Higher and higher My God, I’m sorry, I’m falling into the blue, yeah My God, I’m sorry, I’m dragging you down too Down too Down too |
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from Thea Gilmore - That'll Be Christmas [single] (2009)
Rain falling and a chance of snow
Jonah Lewie on the radio French beer and mistletoe That'll be Christmas Cars queuing on the edge of town Afternoon with the blinds pulled down It's just the way the deal goes round That'll be Christmas I was going to head for high ground Just forget it all But the line's busy and I can't make that call Oh no Join the others in the bar by ten Peace and goodwill to men Me missing you again That'll be Christmas A tired waiter in a stupid hat Muddy boots on the welcome mat You just can't say no to that Hot wine and a Christmas tree The Sound of Music and the family Faith, hope and gluttony That'll be Christmas There's a choir of angels A choir of soaks And there's drunk relations telling dirty jokes Oh no So I'll join the others in the bar by ten Peace and goodwill to men Me missing you again That'll be Christmas It's gonna be me missing you again That'll be Christmas That'll be Christmas That'll be Christmas |
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from Thea Gilmore - Murphy's Heart (2010)
Well hello my little train wreck
I am your worst fear I'm a mortuary postcard I'm a graveyard souvenir And have I got your attention Now put your hands where I can see them Give me your heart and soul boy Cos you aint gonna need them. I've seen your sort before you know The kind that likes to mess around You think you're riding with the wind You think you're dancing underground And you think it is your birthright To drink and take your fill But for all your running honey Well you've just been standing still Now you aint gonna heaven And you aint gonna hell There's a place worse than either From what I hear tell You're gonna stay in this town this town this town You're gonna stay in this town this town this town. Well hello my little car crash I am your only hope I’ll be your silver bullet I’ll be your knotted rope Cos I hate to see you suffer Unless you suffer right I almost wanna show you mercy But not quite. So calling all you angels Calling all you devils too Well this poor excuse for living's Just not good enough for you Now you aint gonna heaven And you aint gonna hell There's a place worse than either From what I hear tell You're gonna stay in this town this town this town You're gonna stay in this town this town this town Oh you're gonna stay in this town this town this town Yeah you're gonna stay in this town. Well I can tell what you are thinking That one day you’ll make amends But the creeping hands of static Are gonna get you in the end And soon you'll be a memory Of a shadow of a lie You’ll be a cautionary tale Oh the boy who couldn't fly. And you're gonna stay in this town this town this town Said you're gonna stay in this town this town this town Yeah you're gonna stay in this town this town this town this town You're gonna stay in this town. |
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from Thea Gilmore - Murphy's Heart (2010)
Monday morning
Wings on fire Dawn Chorus Liar liar It's a funeral it’s a riot Drop the priest But bring the choir I heard they put you on the stage Ancient greed and childish rage All those friends that you outgrew With bombay gin and a rose tattoo. God's got nothing on you God's got nothing on you God's got nothing on you God's got nothing on nothing on you When they cut those bodies down Did you take a trip to another town Did you raise a glass in progress' name Then tell the sky to do the same Call me patient Call me quiet Call my bluff honey I don’t buy it Another nail in another oak Another punchline Another dirty joke. God's got nothing on you God's got nothing on you God's got nothing on you God's got nothing on nothing on you So when they lay your bones to rest Will you take your place among the great undressed Will you lay your hands upon their heads And drink the blood And break the bread This is ruling This is leading This is hope baby Disbelieving Bruises red and violence blue Well honey god's got nothing on you. God's got nothing on you God's got nothing on you God's got nothing on you God's got nothing on you God's got nothing on you God's got nothing on you |
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from Thea Gilmore - Murphy's Heart (2010)
The moon is a stain the ghost of your eyes
Drowns in a black coffee night The snow has been singing its song to the light Well I know a boy who breaks his own heart Every time that it rains There are not enough miracles and chains To pave his road Now he's due south Feet on the dash of a rented car Due south Sometimes he dreams of his mothers eyes Mostly he’ll just curse the stars Mostly he’ll just curse the stars. Loved like a child The weakest of ties Bound like a crane in the ice All of the whispers and lies that he used If you wanted a life full of the sting and the fall But boy you know he had it all Traded it in for a crucible and a bruise Now he's due south Dreams in the hum of an alloy wheel Due south Bitterest sting of rubber and steel Looking for hope in stilletto heels Looking for hope in stilletto heels. Due south Feet on the dash of a rented car Due south Sometimes he dreams of his mothers eyes Mostly he’ll just curse the stars Mostly he’ll just curse the stars Mostly he’ll just curse the stars. |
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from Thea Gilmore - Murphy's Heart (2010)
That boy's got jazz hands
Gonna try them out on me That boy's got jazz hands Gonna try them out on me. Sure I think you're shaking for a reason You've picked a girl that there is just no pleasing That boy's got jazz hands Gonna try them out on me That boy's got jazz hands Gonna try them out on me Oh oh oh that boy's got jazz hands Gonna try them out on me That boy's got jazz hands Gonna try them out on me. Love is blind you've made some kind advances Lets make a start and get your heart some glasses That boy's got jazz hands Gonna try them out on me That boy's got jazz hands Gonna try them out on me. Baby I’ve not got the moves And I'm wearing traveling shoes You say all lessons can be learned So show me how to get my fingers burned That boy's got jazz hands Gonna try them out on me That boy's got jazz hands Gonna try them out on me Oh oh oh that boy's got jazz hands Gonna try them out on me That boy's got jazz hands Gonna try them out on me. I know a tune the old blue moon can sing us So go ahead and click your spirit fingers That boy's got jazz hands Gonna try them out on me That boy's got jazz hands Gonna try them out on me. You may not be some slick movie romancer But at least one part of you's a killer dancer That boy's got jazz hands Gonna try them out on me That boy's got jazz hands Gonna try them out on me. Oh oh oh that boy's got jazz hands Gonna try them out on me That boy's got jazz hands Gonna try them out on me Gonna try them out on me Gonna try them out on me. |
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from Thea Gilmore - Murphy's Heart (2010)
Well the traffic says its morning
And the light that's in your room The radio is broken So you hum a Springsteen tune Oh you say you've not been sleeping Cos your heart keeps you awake And wonder how much longer This fade out is gonna take. Well here are your best laid plans there your ways and means You laid them there right at her feet Beside your truant dreams Oh I know a little bar Where they make bloody Mary's strong Let’s raise a toast to ragged ghosts And loneliness and song Amen amen This one here's for you Cos love is either wild frontiers or automatic blue. Well here's to wine and flowers And a dance in Saint Marks square Echo’s in Murano glass and perfume in her hair Oh but February's mist is thick And the road ahead is hard You thought you'd think of it forever Now it only makes you tired Amen amen This one here's for you Cos love is either wild frontiers or automatic blue Yeah love is either wild frontiers or automatic blue. The only time that you can see her Is when you close your eyes You put your phone back in the drawer And straighten your disguise Think of the colours of your children And the songs you give wings to The springs arrived and there's the sky It’s automatic blue Automatic blue automatic blue. |
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from Thea Gilmore - Murphy's Heart (2010)
My baby loves coffee and roses
A rebel stand and a poet’s heart A guilty moon and suburb soldiers Those boys can't erase the mark My baby breaks the chain of reason Calls the card and rolls the dice For everything a time and season Turning tides and breaking ice And I will be your last call honey Yeah I will be your downfall baby It’s strange the way the song goes honey We’re dancing in the wrong clothes darling. My baby sings of old tomorrows Spider hands September eyes And I'm the architect of sorrow The girl in minor key disguise My baby leads me to the water Wraps the sun inside his coat And while the days are getting shorter My baby sets the light afloat And I will be your shadow honey The crooked way the wind blows baby The singing of the steel honey The looser in the deal darling. Yeah I will be your lover honey Come break me under cover baby The razor on the mirror honey The way the smoke will clear darling My baby loves coffee and roses Hold the flower brown and red The lost companion autumn shows us My baby will not turn his head My baby will not turn his head My baby will not turn his head. |
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from Thea Gilmore - Murphy's Heart (2010)
I'm the weather that just broke
I'm the ripcord that you forgot to pull You're the prayers that they wrote My glass is empty, but your bottle's full I was hope gone to the dogs Seven hundred ways to sing the blues Cue the princes and the frogs Cue those Capulets and Montagues Well I am lights-out, you're the exit sign Yeah I'm looking for that thin blue line I'm the heart and you're the soul, I'm the part and you're the whole I am stronger than they think, despite the turn-up in your drink I'm the sleeper you're the dream, I'm the drifter you're the place I go... I'm the song, you're the radio I'm the joker in the pack, I've been waiting for the perfect time You're the ace and you're the jack You're the reason baby, I'm the rhyme Well I'm the abstract, you're the real thing You want the truth, well are you listening? I'm the heart and you're the soul, I'm the part and you're the whole I am stronger than they think, despite the turn-up in your drink I'm the sleeper you're the dream, I'm the drifter you're the place I go... I'm the song, you're the radio I'm the song, you're the radio Here's to tonic here's to gin, here's to sparks and here's to gasoline So many ways we can begin, oh... you can be the engine and I'll be the steam I'm the heart and you're the soul, I'm the part and you're the whole I am stronger than they think, despite the turn-up in your drink I'm the sleeper you're the dream, I'm the drifter you're the place I go... I'm the song, you're the radio I'm the song, you're the radio |
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from Thea Gilmore - Murphy's Heart (2010)
You sat in the back with all of your bags packed
A torn bit of paper from under the stairs And you're following your heart but the heart is an axe And it’s calling her number but she isn't there So it cuts through the air and it chalks up the losses And carves her initials into your right hand Cos truth is a trick it’s a tired dominatrix But truth’s not exactly what you had planned Now you're driving driving home And you're sure you're not alone. She lit you like christmas the day you first met her A red dress and champagne a spider of smoke And you know yeah you know that you should have known better But she pressed up against you and laughed at your jokes It'd sure been a while since you'd felt that it mattered Sweat and white skin and the smell of perfume One little touch your illusion was shattered You led her out to your car and you rented a room Now you're driving driving home And you're sure you're not alone. For a while the pretense was a welcome companion A colourful footnote in a black and white week And you swear yeah you swear that you did respect her But respect just showed up in blue marks on her cheek And she tried a few tricks but you knew how to find her And then she just left like smoke in a glass And there wasn't a trace save a newsprint reminder You'd say you'd been working if anyone asked Now you're driving driving home And you're sure you're not alone Now you're driving driving home And you'd swear you're not alone. |
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from Thea Gilmore - Murphy's Heart (2010)
You sat in the back with all of your bags packed
A torn bit of paper from under the stairs And you're following your heart but the heart is an axe And it’s calling her number but she isn't there So it cuts through the air and it chalks up the losses And carves her initials into your right hand Cos truth is a trick it’s a tired dominatrix But truth’s not exactly what you had planned Now you're driving driving home And you're sure you're not alone. She lit you like christmas the day you first met her A red dress and champagne a spider of smoke And you know yeah you know that you should have known better But she pressed up against you and laughed at your jokes It'd sure been a while since you'd felt that it mattered Sweat and white skin and the smell of perfume One little touch your illusion was shattered You led her out to your car and you rented a room Now you're driving driving home And you're sure you're not alone. For a while the pretense was a welcome companion A colourful footnote in a black and white week And you swear yeah you swear that you did respect her But respect just showed up in blue marks on her cheek And she tried a few tricks but you knew how to find her And then she just left like smoke in a glass And there wasn't a trace save a newsprint reminder You'd say you'd been working if anyone asked Now you're driving driving home And you're sure you're not alone Now you're driving driving home And you'd swear you're not alone. |
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from Thea Gilmore - Murphy's Heart (2010)
Low light and rain
The day that we came The day that we came Heart like a cup Flannel and flowers Blood and champagne Come a little closer so I can trace your eyes And copy that light onto my insides Strange little blue-￢print Strange little secret All on the road to Mexico. Old sister sun Water and blue Water and blue Days on a wire Silver and tar And you Come a little closer so I can trace your eyes And copy that light onto my insides Strange little blue-print Strange little secret All on the road to Mexico. Take to the sky Knife to the air Knife to the air Deadlocks and salt Ashes and ends Ghosts on the stair Come a little closer so I can trace your eyes And copy that light onto my insides Strange little blue-print Strange little secret All on the road to Mexico All on the road to Mexico. |
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from Thea Gilmore - Murphy's Heart (2010)
The moment you came
The stars didn't sing your name And the heavens didn't shed their skin Smallest of things Bravest of offerings The way that a love begins They're gonna try to break it Try to make you forsake it oh Leave it in the dark They'll say there's nothing in it Make you a sleepless cynic oh But if you feel its mark Just raise it on high Don't let them tell you their lies Oh love is a wondrous thing. A hopeless disguise Hiding behind your eyes And a thousand points of view It lands like a fist Whoever the optimist Whoever the ingenue I know the havoc it wreaks I've heard the tongues that it speaks oh It will not be shamed But it is a beautiful bruise You know you've got nothing to loose oh If it calls your name Just raise it on high Don't let the light pass you by Oh love is a wondrous thing. People often talk about it So many live their lives without it Oh you know it’s true But I tell you if you find it You'll bless the devils who designed it Oh I say to you. Just raise it on high Don't let the light pass you by Oh love is a wonderous thing Yeah love is a wonderous thing. |
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from Thea Gilmore - You're The Radio [single] (2010)
I'm the weather that just broke
I'm the ripcord that you forgot to pull You're the prayers that they wrote My glass is empty, but your bottle's full I was hope gone to the dogs Seven hundred ways to sing the blues Cue the princes and the frogs Cue those Capulets and Montagues Well I am lights-out, you're the exit sign Yeah I'm looking for that thin blue line I'm the heart and you're the soul, I'm the part and you're the whole I am stronger than they think, despite the turn-up in your drink I'm the sleeper you're the dream, I'm the drifter you're the place I go... I'm the song, you're the radio I'm the joker in the pack, I've been waiting for the perfect time You're the ace and you're the jack You're the reason baby, I'm the rhyme Well I'm the abstract, you're the real thing You want the truth, well are you listening? I'm the heart and you're the soul, I'm the part and you're the whole I am stronger than they think, despite the turn-up in your drink I'm the sleeper you're the dream, I'm the drifter you're the place I go... I'm the song, you're the radio I'm the song, you're the radio Here's to tonic here's to gin, here's to sparks and here's to gasoline So many ways we can begin, oh... you can be the engine and I'll be the steam I'm the heart and you're the soul, I'm the part and you're the whole I am stronger than they think, despite the turn-up in your drink I'm the sleeper you're the dream, I'm the drifter you're the place I go... I'm the song, you're the radio I'm the song, you're the radio |
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from Thea Gilmore - Teach Me To Be Bad [single] (2010)
I've been getting kinda brave
Getting liquored up and loose Not been trying to behave Been tying knots to shape the noose Ooho I'm wild at heart Ooho I've just got to start I said one two well hand me a light Oh three four I don't wanna be right Oh yeah you should be glad I said one two well stand to dissention Three four you got my attention Oh teach me to be bad. If I were coming off the rails Dropped my eyes and dropped my dress Would your moral stand prevail Or would you fold like all the rest Ooho ain’t we got fun Ooho let’s come undone I said one two well hand me a light Oh three four I don't wanna be right Oh yeah you should be glad I said one two stand to dissention Three four you got my attention. Boys teach me to be bad. So c'mon misshape me forever I'll be the cutest villain you've ever seen We’ll be the best bad guys together Be the inscrutable machine No I'm not hard to please Oh boy just get on your knees I said one two well hand me a light Oh three four I don't wanna be right Oh yeah you should be glad Ooho I said one two stand to dissention Three four you got my attention. Boys teach me to be bad Teach me to be bad. |
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from Thea Gilmore - John Wesley Harding (2011)
I dreamed I saw St Augustine, live as you or me
Tearing through these quarters in the utmost misery With a blanket underneath his arm and a coat of solid gold Searching for the very souls who already have been sold "Arise, arise." He spoke so loud in a voice pulled down with strain "Come out, ye gifted kings and queens and hear my sad complaint No mortal is among you know who you can call your own So go on your way accordingly and call your Lord alone" I dreamed I saw St Augustine live with fiery breath I dreamed I was amongst the ones who called him unto death Oh, I awoke in anger so I wasn't terrified I put my fingers against the glass and bowed my head and cried I put my fingers against the glass and bowed my head and cried |
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