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My Dress
02:31
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I prayed you’d see through my thin dress I
Can’t recall what life is for I
Guess I’m tired of moving backwards
Is this art or is it madness?
While you’re a hermit I’m depressed
Can’t seem to pique your interest
This self inflicted house arrest
Am I in love or just obsessed?
Maybe I’m being too obscure
Is this an illness or am I bored
Make me an offer I can’t ignore
I hope you like my dress
My plans all manage to fall through
I’ve got a thing or two to learn from you
I long for codependence
But eschew any attention
Maybe I’m being insecure
But this has the makings of a Cold War
I thought you liked me I could’ve sworn
Please make me happy
I prayed you’d see through my thin dress
My bed's unmade my life’s a mess
Each time I see you I regress
It’s getting hard not to profess my love
I prayed that you’d see through my dress
Must me human nature
Love when you’ve got me against the wall
Won’t you be my saviour?
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Dinnerplate
04:53
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There’s love in my vertebrae
My heart is a dinner plate
I’ve opened it wide so you can look inside
And decide if it’s something you’d like
I’d give you my eyes and ears
And everything else I fear
While you sink your teeth in it feels like I’m drowning
In all of the ugliness here
Oh darling can’t you see
You’ve made such a fool of me
My heart is a bitter seed
And blossoming
Mary my dear I’ve heard
My heart is a humming bird
I’ll hover and flit until you have seen fit to
Evacuate your waiting room
Honey my dear I’m sure
My heart is an open sore
You’ve wounded me deeply I’m lost now completely
But maybe that’s the price of war
I came to you bearing fruit
And hoping your absolutes were
Only a substitute for heart
I’m not just a piece of meat
At least that’s what he told me
My heart is a rotten peach I’m sure
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3. |
Tourist
03:18
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I think I’m in love again
Or maybe it’s just the rain
This town is a constant strain
And I am public domain
You’re perfect as far as I know
Better not look too close
Perfections a vertigo
And I have a heavy purse
Tourist side of town where I can stand and stare
Out across the water at the life you lead out there
I can be an actor act like I don’t care
Tell me that I’m good I’ll get better I swear I’m trying
He loves to come watch me drink
I’ve spread myself much too thin
And when I’m drunk I don’t think
That’s half the appeal of it
I stood there on aisle three
It’s rained everyday this week
Living here is like pulling teeth
I’m moving out to the sea
Dorothy from Belfast how you helped me out
Dorothy at breakfast could’ve done without my crying
Numbers of a page and waiting here in vain
This music scenes a window I am cellophane I’m trying
Think that I’m in love with everyone I see
Struggling to be Annie struggling to be me I’m tired
One more disappointment waiting to come through
I wanna be a hero wanna be whoever you want me to
If you want me to, if you want me too
October I spent alone
The cold seeped into my bones
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4. |
Take My Blood
03:37
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I’d rather die than pay full price for what
I can steal oh give it a try it’s a way to get by
Until then I’ll dream of a time
I can loosen my tie
Even then you won’t get a cent from me
I should repent but I don’t
Feeling tired and full of junk
Take my blood please take my blood
There is nothing that I wouldn’t do for you
I’ve given up my body to
The scientists to fill with tubes
Long as I can feel you in my hands
I’ll comply with any strange demands
They make I’ll make a mess of me
Back to your seats I was learning to breathe
Easy but conceded defeat
I’m a primitive beast greedy and not full when I eat
I’m a monster beneath all this hair skin
Bones blood and teeth
I am nothing but meat am I?
I took off my dress and shrugged
Take my blood please take my blood
There is nothing that I wouldn’t do for you
I’ve given up my body for much
Less than any other whore would
Long as it will keep me in the black
Want me on my knees or on my back?
Fill me with your ails and ills
I’ll swallow any pretty pills
If you can guarantee me peace of mind
I want you I want nothing more
You’re everything I need you for
Sometimes people tell me I’m obsessed
Let’s just say I take a healthy interest in
Something I can hold
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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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