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Dolls
07:17
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Here come the dolls and I cannot wait
To sit by the fire and cover my face
To drown out the buzz of blood in my ears
With bubbles of sober inside all the years
I never held no hand like I should
And I miss it now more than I thought
I would, I could, I should
Bring ‘em all in and play ‘em all hard
And break all their fingers, and scratch out their hearts
Bend them til they’re broken and twisted and torn
Ripped and discarded, just three fucking holes
I never held...
So bring on the Dolls, and let mine feel warm
I have sharpened my needles and pins already enough
And you can have your space, and we will fill mine
And no-one will notice. And that will be fine
I never held...
There aint no point in coming down
My feet won’t touch the fucking ground
the words we spew don’t make no sense
Of any pictures I’ve been sent
But babies cry and wheels go round and people change and fall about
A shuffled pack of faceless cards It’s cold and empty, mean and hard
We wish you all the very best tread life with ease and do your best
To keep your head above the waves that aim to drown, we aim to save
A little token of what was before we saw exploding stars
And cold black holes that steal the light and shape our dreams each harsh, cold night
So bring ‘em on in
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Mary, Mary
05:27
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Meet me at the bar at a quarter past ten
We’ll keep our glass filled for an hour, or so and then
Stroll out to dance to an old violin
With one arm tight round you, the other on the bottle
Meet me and greet me to all of your friends
So pretty, so quick with the jokes
And later we’ll sit by the fire side brightly
And watch you bathe deep in the smoke
Open your arms and forget the frown
Cover my smile with those lips
Days stretch backwards and forwards I know
Some memories are carved like this
Hey Mary, Mary, never mine, but never left me,
How does it feel in the Sun?
Backlit with rainbows where-ever the wind blows
God It felt good when you shivered around me...
And I could fee
I could touch
Lying in bed with the weight of you on me
And wrestled tight into the floor
Colourless nights with your green eyes in mine
Sleeping or dreaming I can’t tell the difference
It’s cold in the basement, there’s rain on the pavement
I stagger on home every night
Hoping to see you without looking for you
You know where i’m going, and I know, i know how you
Come....
Give me your scars... And I’ll hold them with mine
And pretend it never was More than just passing time
With a blade in my hand And a dream in my mouth
And one hand in yours tightly Like there was no-one else
Ever and always Right here and right now
As Saint Joan is my witness I’ve missed her enough...
Give me your scars Cut them in deep
That no-one should hurt you Is all I would wish...
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Julie T
04:03
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Gotta get me a glass of cold water
I’ve been sucking dead air for so long
That my mouth is cracked and I cannot tell how
I know I don’t always act like I should, when I’m
Snagged on the trace of this hook, line and sinker
Reel me in, out of the rain
For I have been sick and I have been crazy
Fighting my way back to here
The smell of the smiles, the hint of the perfumes, the
Thrift shop skirts spin as they’re dancing on by
The way that trains crash when there’s no-body watching
Except for me. Yeah.
I’ve seen the light break but I ain’t come singing
under no windows to fracture soft sleep
With sweet promises of an ever after
Where there is anything left, to promise
And it’s gonna hurt.
When we come down
I am a thief and I am a liar
I am conceited and proud, I am vain
And now I am come to tell you that sometimes
I don’t know just what to say...
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Helen
04:36
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Well the street-light’s too heavy, there’s no place to hide
The shadows I shine in my mouth
While my neighbours are barking, like vixens on heat
And sipping on sweet dreams ahead
I made you no promises Told you no lies
And meant every word that i said
I’ll miss you tomorrow, but meet me tonight
And lets paint the bloody town red.
My Helen I’m sailing all sheets to the wind
My feet hardly touching the ground
To get where we’re going as fast as I can
And slow our last precious hours down
Now the chants nearly nearly finished I hold in my head
As the port lights are lifting my high
To the place where you’re waiting, to hold my hand tight
And pretend there are no goodbyes.
I see white horses.
Carry me back and home again.
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6. |
The Camden Lock Song
03:35
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When this job is done I will return
Back to the place where these hopes were born
Kentish town days, Kilburn by night
And Euston Sunrise
I left my girl and sold all I own
Headed to find myself in the world
When I return, she’ll be long gone
But the search will remain
I’ve seen the dawn on Swiss mountainsides
Parisian tower blocks and Reeper Bahn nights
La Bella Angela and dark Utrecht bars
And it was all good
But when I am done, I dream of home
Back to the place where these hopes were born
Hammersmith shows, White falcon girls
And Camden Lock Days
Why did we let it get so hard?
Why did we let it get mean?
I’ve been away for so long
There’s nobody left to forget me
Solo
Why don’t you rest your head in mine my man?
Why don’t you dream of here instead?
Why don’t you drown your doubts in me my dear?
Why don’t you wake and see me now?
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Secondhand
05:53
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Send me a postcard, drop me a line
Email me something to know you are fine
Draw me a picture to hang on my wall
Cos i’m gonna miss you the most of all
Don’t tell me more than i need to know
As long as your happy. As long as it goes
I have my secrets to keep my alive
My pulse still beating. My mind somewhere
Where minutes drag and days, fly
You leave me with voices that choir in my head
That fill in the darkness, the hole in my bed
The blank sky of summer, that cries out for rain
And seasons to wheel blank, ‘til eyes meet again
And seconds drag, and the weekends fly
And watched clocks freeze and chances skate by
And there is no space and there is no time
to waste.
For there is no trust and there ain’t no love
Just my hand in your cottons and my thumb in your mouth
My tongue on your trigger and your sob in my head
As you straighten your arms out and shake, shake, shake, shake
And i’m second-hand and i’m second-rate
When i am crashing into daydreams from a very great height
And i will smash you to pieces with a smile on my lips
Cos i love destroying beauty when i’m in those hips.
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Le Trio de Christiaan Barnard Leeds, UK
Based in Leeds, England, TCB3 are a lo-fi / alt anglo-french, guitar and technology-based music
project.
TCB3 sont musiciennes lo-fi qui jouons les guitares et les échantillonneurs, souvent ils chantent en française... Ils viennent de Leeds, L'Angleterre...
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