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Ugly Year
02:36
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Oh ambition, I’m drowning in it all and all these messes that I choose to keep within these walls are
Growing still, Cross my heart and hope to die I’m not as sorry as before I really
Want to be, an optimist but emptiness is waiting here and blowing kisses,
Won’t you please, give me your money money I need all that you can give me give me
Anything, I’ll do as I am told and stick to growing up and growing older,
Terrified, of smoke and mirrors and my heroes tragedy is growing nearer and I’m sure most probably it’s
Gonna be an ugly year an ugly year, I’ve seen it with my eyes and ears and I’m stuck here in all this dreary fog kiss me of course you would, my dear.
Thought I saw you out in the city
But you look so much like the rest,
I give you love you give me pity,
But at least I have flown the nest
I thought you’d take the last train home,
Or stay here to tease me,
The best I have is struggling to stay young,
it seemed so much brighter then.
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(Cry For Me) John
03:23
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John, I didn’t mean to I didn’t mean to hurt you
It’s just you’ve done me wrong
John, my self esteem was my self esteem was brand new
But didn’t take too long to lose it
John, you didn’t mean to you didn’t mean to hurt me
But drew on my my withdrawing nature
John, you’re not a man and you’re a monster either
I’ve seen your type before believe me
There’s no need to dance and sing about it
Can’t say that I’d like to make a habit
Of this tawdry night champagne and damage
Laughing makes it hurt less don’t you see?
I didn’t like you, I never liked you either
You just got me blind drunk you bastard
John, I’ve got your card and I’ve got your dirty secret
And stole ten pounds from your back pocket
Hate that you’ve made me the other woman
Pictures with your girlfriend smiling in them
Do my best impression of a human
Seeing as how I’ve brought this on myself
Would you cry for me John
Would you cry anyway
Would it make you believe in love again?
Did you cry for me John
Did you cry anyway
Did it make you believe in love again?
Would she cry for me John
Would she cry anyway
Could she ever believe in love again?
Should I cry for you John
Should I cry anyway
Will I ever remember your face again, face again?
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3. |
Beg (I Won't)
02:59
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You called me unbearable and left me to go drink alone,
Jacqueline held me through the fence and found someone to take me home.
But no, oh no, I won’t beg you not to go,
Oh no, I won’t beg you not to go.
You’ve been hiding for forever,
Always looking for something better,
But I’ve no time for this second guessing,
If my art is even worth the effort,
So no, oh no, I won’t beg you not to go,
No, oh no, I won’t beg you not to go,
No, oh no, I won’t beg you not to go,
No, oh no, I won’t beg you not to go.
You think that I’m furious but I think you misunderstand,
I can thank you now that I’ve learned not to build my house on sand.
So no, oh no, I won’t beg you not to go,
Where’s the fun we used to have, my friends all have left me going mad,
I won’t beg you know, I won’t beg you know, I won’t beg you know, Beg you not to go,
No, oh no, I can see you’ve got your eye on something,
I've got my eye on you
No, oh no, I won’t beg you not to go
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4. |
Broad Daylight
01:04
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Finally off my feet,
I wait and I contemplate, my hate for you,
Pray to God you won’t,
catch me with my fingers in the sugar bowl,
Your spite won’t keep you round for long,
If karma doesn’t do us wrong,
Your vanity is waning now,
Stood in broad daylight blinking out.
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5. |
Shopfront
04:19
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There you go, there you go again,
Running through my brain, running through my brain
There you go, there you go again,
Running through my brain, running through my brain
Running through my brain, running through my brain
TV knows me better than I know myself,
Quick and dirty faster than my cry for help,
Sink your teeth in I’m already dead I’m sure,
Throw your weight around but don’t admit your flaws.
Tell me what people like you want,
Deep in my bones I just aim to please,
I need a dream or a shopfront,
Free from this lifetime of scrutiny.
Oh you know me I’m a sickly wannabe,
Oh I know you you’re a wannabe queen bee,
I’m unstable under the table frequently,
Eyes of blue I never knew you worked for free.
Worth is whatever you say it is,
I’m amazed that you couldn’t see,
All of this difference is surface,
Sycophants think that you’re God's gift,
Personally I think you should leave,
Give me your secrets oh bright one,
Don’t seem know how to have fun,
Sentimentality makes me bleed,
Drive myself crazy for no one,
Wish that I knew what I want to be,
To be
Give me a break wake wash repeat,
Can’t help but feel can’t help but eat,
Honesty sure takes a backseat,
Don’t think I’ll join the world at your feet,
Give me a break you’re overblown,
Nepotism sucks at your soul,
Jaded and late drunk on the phone,
Send me your cash, I’m going home.
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6. |
Hero
03:17
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Wish I didn’t think you deserved a beating but you did
After everything you put me through
Everybody think you’re a hero it makes me sick
If I was asking for it so were you
Strutting like a peacock telling lies with your jealous tongue
I’m not surprised they kicked you black and blue
Wear it like a badge of honour like the marine I met in the hotel lobby
Everybody calls him hero too
If only they knew all that he would do
If they got on his arbitrary bad side he wouldn’t hesitate to teach them all a thing
A thing or two
I’m getting used to keeping my mouth shut it seems it’s true
That everybody loves a good headline more than they’d like to hear the truth
You turn up with your cock and bull story about your late night scare
And honestly I’m not sad it happened I’m only sad that I wasn’t there
Everybody thinks you’re a victim you’re just a thief
You owe the fact that you’re still here to me
But that would never stop you mouthing off about all that we apparently did that night
I told the truth you didn’t want to know
I don’t know how you sleep at night with all that righteous wounded pride
You’re nobody and you should go
I’m getting used to keeping my mouth shut it seems I always knew
That people want to jump on a story more than they like the filthy truth
Don’t think that my concern for you is anything but pity
Cause honestly I’m not sad it happened I’m only sad that it wasn’t me
I’m only sad that it wasn’t me
You should be glad that it wasn’t me
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7. |
Ironclad
04:08
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Annie I sold your namesake
You’ve fallen to a new school of thought
Everyone’s got their camera
Primed and poised for the money shot
All dressed up in your new clothes
Stand up front and don’t even dance
When I’m a person of interest maybe
You’ll give me a second glance
Well it’s not the mother’s milk that drives you mad
It’s the singing of the fashionable and bad while I
Go to sleep through the
Light and the heat
You’ve got no taste or talent
Queen of the standing room
You took all Annie’s edges left her
Nice and round for you to consume
Well you know there’s one success that’s ironclad
It’s the singing of the fashionable and bad and now
No one cares for what
Isn’t theirs
It’s so cool to care now, Your heroes will let you down
I don’t have a lot to prove, You’ll soon be the new old news
I don’t know when why or how, But words cut me deep somehow
I drink in the afternoon, And dream of that silver spoon
Well if you look close enough at your sycophant circle jerking
Desperately trying to understand the numbers
Middle of the night what do people like
They just don’t like me I think that
I could be anybody, anybody that you want
Annie in my ears and nobody is on my
Side you’re a pretty thing such a pretty thing
Drown my sorrows cough up my
Sins with the could-have-beens
Sins with the could-have-beens
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8. |
If I Was
04:20
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Well if I wasn’t such a coward
I’d throw myself off a bridge
It’s only my fear of falling
That keeps me dry and pissed
And if I wasn’t quite so squeamish
I’d find a good artery
I’d open it wide and scarlet
For all the world to see
See
Well if I wasn’t quite so boring
If I didn’t drink so much
If I could stop overthinking
Maybe I’d stay in touch
And if I had the things I wanted
Or the people that I fall for
But looking back on things clearly
That’s never worked before
You know I’d be the first to admit it
Going ons become just a habit
And though I’d be the first to admit it
Living on is some kind of talent
Well if there was a painless exit
You know that I’d walk right through
It’s only this aching body
That’s making me make do
And if you were a bit more selfish
I’m sure I would disappear
It’s only your endless patience
That ever kept me here
And thought it seems I’m in a blind panic
I’m sure that I’m alone on this planet
And you know I’d be the first to admit it
But living on is nothing but habit
I'd give anything
To make my body move
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dilettante Manchester, UK
'Dilettante' is an art-rock collective led by multi-instrumentalist Francesca Pidgeon and is based in Northern England. The
group was born out of Francesca's fear of committing to a single line up, and is her rebound project after a long-term relationship with indie-jazz four piece ‘Kumiko’.
FFO St Vincent, Fiona Apple, tUnE-yArDs, Billie Holiday, Andy Shauf, Grizzly Bear and Radiohead.
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