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Fiction
04:36
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I want you
To be what I want you to be
I came here presupposed i'd conquer
but in my presupposition I lost
You're golden brown
You're the sugar in my sweet sorrow
You hold me up and down
Oh fiction takes me, to your company
In my mind, all the time
I'm what you want
and I won't be given back
I come readymade
so eat me whole again
picture fiction
picked a fixture from your chest
i'd like to refuse my inhibitions
and I'd quite like to refuse my name also
you mold me round your dexterous fingers
and call me by my name
oh fiction takes me, to where one and one are three
In my mind, all the time
I'm what you want
and I won't be given back
I come readymade
so eat me whole again
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China
04:11
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My lover’s been away too long
darling it’s difficult, painfully obvious
that i’ll be singing all of the songs
to resonate continents, speak to you in confidence
and I know a little bit about
antibiotics for now
bears remembering
she’ll always bring me things to read
ratify my deeds
counters my lazy feet
dances around in my sleep
My lover got her timings wrong
darling it’s difficult, yesterday china today and tomorrow
someone come and change my songs
I tried changing key a lot, that didn’t work so much
I know a little bit about, juggling chords around
they let me move as I please
providing me my human need
pacify my beef
counter my lazy feet
dancing me that lazy beat
and I definitely know how to count on your delectable mouth
to speak from wherever you please
she’s got rehearsals with the Chinese
still ratifies my deeds
counters my lazy feet
dances around in my sleep
In pictures she’s brushing her teeth
she’s got rehearsals with the Chinese
ratify my deeds
Counters my lazy feet
Dances around in my sleep
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My Darling In The Water
04:44
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My darling dirtied up the water
And threw the baby out too
My Julie Christie but with darker hair
my best Bogarde just for you
It’s my love to love who I like
Me and my darling played in water
nothing like your skin on black
I come home
the black cat outside my house
she won’t shut up about you
I’m running on your time
and I’m dancing a getaway
with no real movement
dancing don’t move minds
and there’s nothing to dance about
anyway
I didn’t, ever
get to dance with you
Darling we could’ve had a daughter
with the prettiest of noses
my nose
knows the sneaky way around your hairline
you’ve broken everything I knew
It’s my love to love who I like
cooking up some awful sounds
to try
and win you
footholds in my pride
and you're climbing all over me
my match, my winner
you’ve got me bang to rights
my darling jumped into the water
She’s washing off her dirty bones
my bones
definitely want your bones back
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Red
04:14
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oh but I’m redder than before
I don’t even see red no more
layers of nothing stand in my way
i’m lonelier saving up my change
for a woman who loves me more
or somebody to save your place
that living situation was fine
roll it slowly baby stretching out the time
can we go back to red again
can i lay you out and draw your lines
all that shivering into my chest can’t surely be a fiction
she slices up my stamina and proceeds to correct my grammar and diction
works her hardest just to harvest nine
minutes of every million she owns
she’s fine though
my lady slices me in slow-mo
but i’m redder than before
I don’t even see red no more
getting played is not my M.O
steal my love my love how far can you throw
I’ll up and fetch it back
my own medicine down my throat
wearing nothing is how I was born
no mornings have a redder dawn
than the ones where me and you
did some things we really wanted to
and where I was hunky dory doing drawings on your canvas in the dark
now i’m relieved of my recourse lacking the requisite tools to make a mark
i thought you took the make-up down to two eye lines
so I might stay cleaner on specialer [sic] nights
since then i’ve drunk wine though
something to do with my reasoning
why so gloomy if the passion isn’t ticking tiny clocks inside your mind?
but they’re ticking I can see them through the glass you use to cover your underside
works her hardest making up her mind
oh that roulette in motion, a perpetual potion of mine
the lady takes her time
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Joseph Moore Leeds, UK
A songwriter and singer from Leeds. Folk, Blues and Jazz influenced songs, and a very distinctive voice
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