1. |
Monster
02:18
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You’re the noise, under the bed
You’re the ghost on the stairs
You’re the gun in my hand
You’re the bomb, that’s not gone off yet
You think you’ve got the power
But you have never seen, what I can do
I’ve been hiding and watching you
And guess what I’m not, Scared of you
You’re a monster
But I can be a monster too
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2. |
Loaded
02:48
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She kept, her secrets, like individual strands of hair,
she kept them inside her, so nobody would see
Chorus:
Have a nice time, now you’re set free,
I’ll be here, in case you need me.
Have a nice time, a gift from me,
Now I’m loaded, you seem happy
You seem happy, I feel loaded
Have a nice time, get yourself free,
you seem happy, do you remember me
You all seem happy,
except for me
She said I’ll take them,
just give them all to me,
just give them, keep them coming,
you give them all to me
But slowly it drowned her
and they went hard,
just like bones,
And they turned hard
Just like stones
Just like stones
Just like bones
You seem happy, I feel loaded
Have a nice time, get yourself free,
you seem happy, do you remember me
You all seem happy,
except for me
And she went hard
Just like bones
And she went cold
Just like bones
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3. |
Bitter
03:10
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Was I runt of the litter? She said afraid so.
You’re the runt of the litter, always been so
You know I’ve been bitter, I left my smile at home
But I’m getting stronger, don’t know how this will go
Chorus:
And I’ve got to let it go, get the feeling it will blow
But I’ve got to let it go, cause tomorrow I will have another go
You know I nearly died, more than two or three times, and it wasn’t pretty, but I got to the finish line
Somehow I still made it, a runt that grew some fur
I’m sorry it’s so scruffy, but I had things to do
I know I’m not talented, but at least I try
I know I’m not the best, but at least I’m here
I know I’m not perfect, but at least I know
I know I’m not pretty, but I never tried
And I’ve got to let it go, get the feeling it will blow
But I’ve got to let it go, cause tomorrow I will have another go
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4. |
Frida
03:35
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Frida said, take a lover that looks at you, like you might just be made of magic
Frida said, take a lover that looks at you
Like you might just be made of magic
Would I sparkle if you met me now?
Would you love me if you met me now?
I don’t think so
But you love me now
Frida said, take a lover that looks at you, like you might just be made of magic
Would you go to war even if we couldn’t win? I would do that for you, I would do that for you
Frida said, take a lover that looks at you
Like you might just be made of magic
Frida said, take a lover that looks at you
Like you might just be made of magic
Would you love me, if you met me now?
I don’t think so, but you love me now.
Frida said, take a lover that looks at you, like you might just be made of magic, magic
Would you go to war, even if we couldn’t win?
I would do that for you, I would do that for you.
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5. |
Let me go
04:34
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You’ve been around my town,
you’ve been all over my frown,
you say be grateful for something I
never wanted to be
You don’t know, you couldn’t know
You don’t know, you shouldn’t know
I know you don’t know, I won’t let you know
I hope you don’t know
Let me go
Swallow eight twice a day
to get me up and up and far away
one to remember, one to fade
I will never have my fill
You don’t know, you couldn’t know
You don’t know, you shouldn’t know
You don’t know, I won’t let you know
I hope you don’t know, I hope you don’t know
Let me go
You’ve been around my town,
and I’m trying to get out
The heat of the fire
the cold of your call
But my bones crumble now
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6. |
Something good
02:49
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With all my reflection, I don’t forgive you
With all this self-love, I still hate you
With all the time past, I’ve not forgotten
I’ve not forgotten you
All the bad things you gave me,
I turned them to something good
All your fingerprints all over me,
I will turn you in for sure
With all my reflection, I don’t forgive you
With all this self-love shit, I still hate you
With all the time past, I’ve not forgotten
I’ve not forgotten you
Try as I might, you always lived rent free
And you made the place stink
You were never invited
And now it’s time for you to go
All the infections you inflicted
Now I am immune
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7. |
Bruise
03:33
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A polite request, to make me change, not too much now, just everything, amazes me that you still attempt, don’t you know yet, I’ll never get it.
Honesty doesn’t get you far, but my heart and mouth are true and hard. Actually don’t want to be like them, not intentional, just know who I am.
I am a bruise, I am a bruise, on your perfect arm,
I am a bruise, I am a bruise in your perfect home
I can cope with anything, doesn’t mean that I enjoy it. Overnight bag, not unpacked in days, distractive tactic that keeps me on my feet.
Bite my cheeks and no one will tell, how much you hurt me when I needed some help
No concentration and no sleep,
I can only be honest, I have nothing else
I am a bruise, I am a bruise, on your perfect arm,
I am a bruise, I am a bruise in your perfect home
I have the tracks but you hold the needle
I have the tracks but you hold the needle
I am a bruise, I am a bruise, on your perfect arm,
Why did you bruise me every time?
I let my guard down and you let me know why
Now I won’t let you, bruise me again?
No more now, not ever again.
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8. |
La petite mort
02:35
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You didn't even ask me, say you can't hear me, we're both in tunnels, and you put the phone down.
Every time it's the same, you wave at me and walk away
I told you that it's every day, and you tell me it will be ok, just manage it, take this cup and drink it up. There's a good girl. Keep it all down.
You didn't even ask me, say you can't hear me, we're both in tunnels, and you put the phone down.
Oh it's you again, have how you been, let me just read your notes.
I have said it thousands of times and you say you've listened
You never listen.
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9. |
Lump
03:26
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I don’t feel like I’m home, until I touch the sea, cold water and salty breeze,
ready for what could be
I let the ocean floor pull me down, I hold my breath, until I can’t see, just want to hear how it feels, when the sound stops
This lump in my throat, has been there for days
No matter what I drink, it won’t go away, and now I’m back to muscle memory
It’s ok, I’m alright, I’m not drowning
I chose this ending
This lump in my throat, has been there for days
No matter what I drink, it won’t go away, and now I’m back to muscle memory
(Spoken) The monster I made to help the child in me, she’s out of control and,
(yell) I’m unravelling
This lump in my throat, has been there for days
No matter what I drink it won’t go away
And now I’m back to muscle memory
Muscle memory
Muscle memory
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10. |
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Lost my shoes two hours ago
You said we should go home
I’m not ready to go yet
We can still get our whistles wet
Barefoot outside the palace
Barefoot outside the palace
Barefoot outside the palace
You said I’m starting to be LOUD
You think I should calm down
I’m not going to get down
Not with all this attention on me
Barefoot outside the palace
Barefoot outside the palace
Barefoot outside the palace
You say, go home,
I say, come on
Last bus has gone
Might as well see what is open
Barefoot outside the palace
Barefoot outside the palace
Barefoot outside the palace
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