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Horseless
03:39
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The horses left last night
fled in the lamppost light
the footprints on the curb
showed their balancing skills
and they whisked themselves away
I fed them on pedigree food
Poached puree and caviar
from a jar
I groomed them with a silver brush
Singing them songs of ancient hoofs till they slept
My stables are empty
Full of horse shit and hay
My stables are empty
But I’ll sit in them anyway
Picking the dirt from under my nails
Sat on my saddle and sulking
Clacking coconuts shells for comfort
But I don’t know what to do with myself
Now I’m horseless
The horses left last night
Fled in the lamppost light
Their hair in the carpet as they trotted off head high
And gracefully opened the door
I gave them all the skills
To dressage with the best in town
Praising their style as the swept up the glory
With endless flowing mains.
My stables are empty
Full of horse shit and hay
My stables are empty
But I’ll sit in them anyway
Pinned head to toe in my rosettes
Sat on my saddle and sulking
Overdosing on galloping dreams
But I don’t know what to do with myself now I’m horseless
Now I’m horseless
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2. |
Take Off Your Shoes
03:15
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Take off your shoes
If I had a fringe
Id spend all of my time
Willing it to grow
It’s not that I;m vein it’s the same refrain
Every time around
Take off your shoes
Would you ever lose
Would you ever lose control
Like the way I do
Every single day
Don’t uncork the wine
Its weekend wine and it’s not mine
But it seems to have jumped into my hands
Through no fault of my own
I’m wobbly take me home
Follow a cat down the road
You don't even know its name
Take me to a different place
I wouldn't have found any other way
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3. |
Peeling Onions
02:45
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Peeling Onions
Remember when we split up
And your parents became evil
Like the very worse of everything you were
Living Larkin’s words
Maybe they were evil all along
Wrong like Darth Vader wrong
Remember when we split up
And cut our favourite books in half
Just like Solomon’s words, all good was cut in two
Living biblical words
Eye for an eye and tooth for a tooth
Leaving blind gummy smiles to go on with
Peeling onions used to make me cry
Now I’ve got other reasons why
Peeling onions used to make my cry
Now I’ve got other things in my eye
It’s not a twinkle yet
It’s not a wink
Or even an accidental sultry blink
And yes I may have had a drink
A little blurry to think straight
I’m not looking for a soul mate
Take what you see
Peeling onions used to make me cry
Now I’ve got other reasons why
Peeling onions used to make my cry
Now I’ve got other things in my eye
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4. |
Magpie
03:52
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Magpie
Woke up this morning
Cut my hair off, again
Want to pack it up
An move house again
Pack my bag and move to the sticks
Leave behind anything that doesn’t fit
In my duffel bag
It’s the season of the magpie
I’m hunting things that, catch the light
Hunting for lost shiny bits
That promise more from far away
It’s the season of the magpie
Hovering till the time’s right to dive
Hunting things that catch the light
Woke up this morning
boots are
lead, again
sinking through the floor
legs are dead/ again
Cut my ties and run for the hills
leave someone else to pay the bills
in my absence
Itchy Feet, Scratchy Life
Don’t make a dive, For the shiny things
Woke up this morning
Threw my clothes out, again
Want to change it up
A new look, again
Flea at speed and jump on a bus
Take the cat and leave with a fess
Stamp my feet and go
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5. |
Silence Sits Like A Boom
05:11
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Silence sits like a boom
I’m not shaping any words for you
Silence sits like a boom
Your words are closing in around me
I’m choking, choking
Now the air grown heavy in my lungs
Pushing down
My ears are flooding in the waves rolling off your tongue
I’m losing this one
Roses grow from cheek bones
Poppies down the shoulder line
Mopping up the spilt milk
Pours herself a glass of wine
Blame a dodgy floorboard
Promised it's just one time
Apart from just that one time
She swears he is the perfect guy
Cuddles on the sofa bed
Love you's in the car
Spooning out the words she said
There's questions never asked
Who's the figure in the door way
The figure that traps her in
Tomorrow she is out the door
Day after back again
I can’t soak the silence for you
It sits like a, boom
A pair of cats sitting licking our wounds
We need different rooms
Separate rooms
Now the air grown heavy in my lungs
Pushing down
My ears are flooding in the waves rolling off your tongue
I’m losing this one
Cigarettes and alcohol
She drowns the days that went
Silence fills the gap between
She counts the day she left
The figure now rose stained
Has found its way to bed
Now lies between their hollow shells
Between the words he said
Poppy seeds and old sheets
Purple prints are left behind
The figure shouts through toilet door
I swear that was the last time
The figure giggles
Silence swells into a boom
She knew that she'd be back
Back inside this room
I’m not shaping any words for you
Silence sits like a boom
Your words are closing in around me
I’m choking, choking
Now the air grown heavy in my lungs
Pushing down
My ears are flooding in the waves rolling off your tongue
I’m losing this one
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6. |
River Lea
03:59
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River Lee
If I could take one little thing
About that day
It wouldn’t be the wellies
I left by the lakeside
It wouldn’t be the bare foot walk
All the way home
Or the look on your
Frowning face
You picked the picnic
I picked the place the boat was blue
The water muddy
You brought a rain coat
I got soaked through
The bloat was blue the water muddy
Sitting on the banks of the river lee
Sinking be the banks
with wet socks and pants
pretending there’s n
o where I’d rather be
but the tide is not right
nor the chemistry
If I could take
one little thing
about that day
it wouldn’t be the boat
it would be the company
it wouldn’t be the howling wind
knowing I would never see you again
letting
you believe things
I know would never work
You picked the picnic
I picked the place the boat was blue
The water muddy
You brought champagne
two plastic glasses
I drank it, now I taste guilty
Sitting on the banks of the river lee
Sinking be the banks
with wet socks and pants
pretending there’s n
o where I’d rather be
but the tide is not right
nor the chemistry
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7. |
Time To Get A Cleaner
02:30
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Time to get a cleaner
I cracked the egg onto the floor
Spilt milk into the sink
There’s a thousand things that I think
None of them are about cleaning
I killed the pet plant
Treading soil into the carpet
Terracotta splinters
Lucky we didn’t have a gold fish
But its
Time to get a cleaner
And it’s time to admit it
The things we have broken
We are not going to fix
I scratched the car
Backing into the driveway
Filled it in with a blue sharpie
It lasted
until the rain came
I broke the le creuset pan
Even though they say it’s indestructable
I'm sure it’s still in warrantee
But the receipts floating in
The drawer of no return and its
And it's
Time to get a cleaner
And it’s time to admit it
The things we have broken
We are not going to fix
We choose to walk on
Sticky floors
Peeling our heals and
To ignore
Piles of broken things
Behind closed doors
And it's
Time to get a cleaner
And it’s time to admit it
The things we have broken
We are not going to fix.
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8. |
Too Tight
03:02
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Too Tight
Watch it as it comes
As it comes undone
Zipper stuck
Belt too tight
Hems are falling down
Thinning at the seems
Yellow patches
Under arms
It’s too tight a fit
I’ve grown out of it
It’s too tight a fit
I’ve sweated through it
Starch can’t stand up straight
Bleach can’t kill the stains
It’s beaten washing machines
And irons
Creases are ingrained
Stains they just don’t fade
Soap suds don’t shift it
At all
It’s too tight a fit
I’ve grown out of it
It’s too tight a fit
I’ve sweated through it
Catch it as it rolls
As it rolls down hill
Through splayed fingers
To the floor
Watch my money learn
How to disappear
Flowing freely
From my sides
It’s too tight a fit
I’ve grown out of it
It’s too tight a fit
I’ve sweated through it
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9. |
Petits Filous
02:15
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Petits Filous Yoghurt Pots
I’m growing strawberries
And tomatoes
In petit filou yoghurt pots
On my window sill
But they’re
Not growing yet
Not growing yet
Though I’m watching and willing them
Talking and bigging them
Up
No they’re not growing yet
I’ve used a funnel and sieve
For a shiny watering can
And I’ll turn them 60 degrees
Like soldiers six times a day,
But they’re
Not growing yet
Not growing yet
Though I’m watching and willing them
Talking and bigging them Up
No they’re not growing yet.
Well I
Planted the seeds
To see if I can
I can’t blame the sieve
I can’t blame the sun
I’ve given them everything
A small plant could want
But they don’t seem to care
This is all that I’ve got
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10. |
Tesco Bags
04:39
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Tesco Bags
Bed at Day break
Bags under eyes
As big as tesco bags
Eyes look down and
feet they stumble
Lazy sleepy limbs
Are you feeling Tired
Feeling tired
Coz I’m feeling tired
Feeling tired
Head lines blur
Making no sense
Less sense than before
Food seems complex
Too hard to fix
Empty stomach still
Vitamins and water
Caffeine coca cola
Nothing seems to temper this
Bloody Mary slammers
Snorting all the powders
Getting closer to the abyss
Rolling papers spitting limes
And Smoking only things that
End in bad ideas
Help me find sleep x 3
Help me track sleep down
Tie is skewiff
Strangling my neck
I can’t breathe in hear
Beige walls beckon
Quickly close in
I am stuck in this
Are you feeling Tired
Feeling tired
Coz I’m feeling tired
Feeling tired
Vitamins and water
Caffeine coca cola
Nothing seems to temper this
Bloody Mary slammers
Snorting all the powders
Getting closer to the abyss
Rolling papers spitting limes
And Smoking only things that
End in bad ideas
Are you feeling Tired
Feeling tired
Coz I’m feeling tired
Feeling tired
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11. |
Valium
04:22
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Valium
My belly aches through the night
No place in my bed feels right
The pillows have multiplied
Duvet grows wider day by day
Must be something I’ve eaten
Must be something I‘ve drank
Never felt so heavy
Never felt so sunk
Must be something I read about
Must be something I saw
Never felt so bleary
So blinded
My belly aches through the night
No place in my bed feels right
Feet wrapped in Surplus sheets
craving extra heat
Must be something I’ve eaten
Must be something I‘ve drank
Never felt so heavy
Never felt so sunk
Must be something I read about
Must be something I saw
Never felt so bleary
So blinded
Working on cures from breakfast to bedtime
Hot cup of milk to milk thistle
Shipping forecast hot water bottle
Valerian tea to valium
Must be something I’ve eaten
Must be something I‘ve drank
Never felt so heavy
Never felt so sunk
Must be something I read about
Must be something I saw
Never felt so bleary
So blinded, never felt so raw
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Penniless Cove London, UK
Welsh, London based Penniless Cove is a vocalist, multi instrumentalist and songwriter playing raw and fiery songs. Weaving
visual metaphor with soulful vocals and booming piano melodies, her music takes you on a journey through every day awkwardness. She takes inspiration from Ibeyi, Joanna Newsome, Lianne Le Havas & Ivor Cutler, to bring you her own brand of gin-soaked tunes.
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