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Nigeria
03:52
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pulling teeth and it goes no where
this perpetual merry-go-round
stop your words -
stop the world -
i wanna get off
get me off
poison your own banquet, you do
then you sit down and devour it too
took a change in location
for us to see, you're not for me
now i'm stuck here standing in the square
grasping for air
let me out of this box - that you keep me in
you infiltrated the system
the circle's split in half
if you keep hacking away at it
m'dear, just do the math
you think you hide your intentions well
you think that i can't tell
well, here's another fact for you
what you do, even in the dark
is relative in hell
poison your own banquet, you do
then you sit down and devour it too
took a change in location
for things to seem so "all about eve"
and now i'm walking away
and you'll ask me to stay
but you couldn't keep me here if you tried
you tried
you tried
all your la-la-la-la
la-la-la-la
all your lies...
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I'm writing to you
it's all I can really do
to get through
I hope you're listening
We had a good run
God, that shit was fun
Are you listening?
I hope that you hear me
You got too big for your britches
Now you're just one of those stuck up bitches
So, I think it's time...
I let go you go....
I'm letting you go
I used hang on every word
But now I find everything you do or say
absurd
And there's nothing you can do
to change my mind
'Cause everything you do
is just to cross the line
Yea, you got too big for your britches
You've become one of those fucked up rich kids
and now it's time
I let you go
I'm letting you go
By the time you read this note
I will be gone
And I know this will not stop you
from carrying on
But I simply could not resist the urge
There are some things in my life
I have to purge
And now it's time for me to go
I must admit you really do put on quite a good show
But your head began to swell like a balloon
The "Folie de Grandeur" began too soon
I promise to inform
Yes, all of your minions have been warned
It's only a matter of time
before they drop you on the dime
Yea, you got way too big for your britches
And you're just one of those fucked up bitches
Now it's time for me to go....
I have to go
And I've let you go
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3. |
Throw Down
03:23
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Well, we met at a bar
in the early evening light
You bought me a beer, and a bottle of wine
You kissed me on the cheek
and talked oh-so-sweet
Oh, the secrets I can tell you keep
And I can tell you're just like the others
But it doesn't make a difference under covers
Hey there, Pretty
won't you come home with me
You're still talking to me
at a quarter to 3
And I know you wanna go down
You're so pretty
won't you come home with me
You're still talking to me
at a quarter to 3
And I know you wanna throw down
You said there's something you'd like to get off your chest
It shouldn't be a problem in that three button vest
You're quoting lines from old french movies
La, la, la, la, la, la
I don't understand a single word you're saying
But I sure enjoy the game we're playing
Hey there, Pretty
won't you come home with me
You're still talking to me
at a quarter to 3
And I know you wanna go down
You're so pretty
won't you come home with me
You're still talking to me
at a quarter to 3
And I know you wanna throw down
In the morning we'll regret what we've done
But you and I are drunk
and having fun
I've already forgotten your name
But, you're problem wonderin' the same
And I still want you to come over
'Cause in an hour or two
it will be over
Hey there, Pretty
won't you come home with me
You're still talking to me
at a quarter to 3
And I know you wanna go down
You're so pretty
won't you come home with me
You're still talking to me
at a quarter to 3
And I know you wanna throw down
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4. |
You Belong to Me
02:14
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I tried to fix my face
before you came
inside of me
You can't risk - catching what I have
I tried to keep clean
You and I can shake this disease
You and I you belong to me
Could you get a warm compress
for my head
I seem to - be ill - in the wake
of your leave
Come back to bed
and help me lick these wounds
They just won't heal - without you
You and I can't shake this disease
You and I you belong to me
You and I can't shake this disease
This called love
You belong to me
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6. |
Bellicose Serenade
02:45
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if you'd like to fight
we can take it outside
we can roll up our sleeves
'cause i've got nothing to hide
a razor blade tongue
is all i need
but we can go for fisticuffs
if you're aiming to bleed
keep your cronies at bay
this one is between you and me
and like in every musical
this duel begins with a song and a dance
it started with a kiss
and ended with a fist
and few minor incidents in between
you're a prisoner in your home
and you hate to be alone
so you keep reaching up your sleeve for tricks
do you consider this a threat?
i will follow through - you can bet on it
and i hope that you were
well behaved
in a former life
you're a great archaeologist
making brilliant discoveries
your heart was in the right place
but your brain was in your pants
you pretended to fight
when the going got rough
but fighting from behind curtain
just wasn't enough
and when you took off without leaving a note
stuck between a rock and hard place
and a lump in my throat
i swore to myself
NEVER AGAIN
would I put up with your theatrics, "my dear, old friend"
so,
if you'd like to fight
we can take it outside
we can roll up our sleeves
'cause i've got nothing to hide
a razor blade tongue
is all i need
but we can go for fisticuffs
if you're aiming to bleed
keep your cronies at bay
this one is between you and me
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I've known you for years
And you haven't changed a bit
With all the bullshit you pull
just for the thrill of it
This ain't the Ritz, baby
This ain't no honeymoon suite
You'll catch on eventually
Or, else you'll never leave
Who drove you to the Bell Jar
Because you needed a ride
I don't support you decision
But I'm by your side
And could you be grateful?
No, not in the least
Because you expect things
like you're the High Priest
This ain't the Ritz, baby
This ain't no honeymoon suite
You'll catch on eventually
Or, else you'll never leave
Sign your name on the dotted line
Sign your life away
Whatever it takes for attention
Yeah, that's your way
And I have mine,
so we'll agree to disagree
I get to walk out of here
just little old me
This ain't the Ritz baby
This ain't no honeymoon suite
You'll catch on eventually
Or, else you'll never leave
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8. |
In Their Faces
03:41
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and in their faces
you see their mothers, sisters and brothers
who floated away
the ones that were youngest
aged over 60 years
now frightened by their freedom
see the distrust in their tears
and you can see
all of their dreams
burned to the ground
and you can deny
the horrifying sight
i'm sure you'll sleep well tonight
when i was young
i was shown photos
of bittersweet liberation
it broke me in two
pictures of children
fenced in like cattle
oh what kind of battle
could they have deserved?
and you can see
all of their dreams
scattered around
and you can deny
the horrifying sight
i'm sure you'll sleep well tonight
i've heard the stories
and, i've seen the damage
the terrible baggage
that they've had to bear
and in my heart
I'll always find them
a family history
as deep as the earth
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9. |
Number Nine
04:32
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When I was just a little girl
I learned about the fire
OH, the horror!
Hundreds of young girls
leapt to their death
They came to America working for .25 cents
AND ALL THE KINGS HORSES
AND ALL THE KINGS MEN
COULDN'T PUT THEIR BROKEN HEARTS
BACK TO TOGETHER AGAIN
CHORUS:
Knock, knock
Number Nine
no one could reach you in time
we're sorry for your loss
Ashes to Ashes
all those lovely lasses
yeah, we're notifying the masses
we're sorry for your loss
Saturday morning
Rise and shine
Feeling cold
Flashing memories
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock
In your mind
You're not thinking clearly
All the lines are blurred
Trying to remember
Names and figures
Plan B take action
Activate transmission
Before you run out of time
And the three blind mice
are calling me, calling me, calling me, calling me....
CHORUS:
Knock, knock
Number Nine
no one could reach you in time
we're sorry for your loss
Ashes to Ashes
all those lovely lasses
yeah, we're notifying the masses
we're sorry for your loss
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10. |
Town Without Pity
05:07
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Outside the snow is falling
Inside so am I
I know
You'll take my heart on the rocks
Bloody noses
And everything is coming up roses for me
Smiling faces and dog like senses
sniffing 'round for the unworldly in me
I want to swim in your bathtub full of gin
I want to be your scratching post
I've got an itch
I need a quick fix
Come on and fix me up
All this girl needs is a little luck
All this girl needs is a little luck
The city lights trail behind
slow your shutter speed
If you promise to keep that gaze of yours
I promise to hold onto it for as long as I can
So, let's sink further into our drinks and each other
We both know this is the last call
This is the last call
For alcohol
This is the last call
I want to swim in your bathtub full of gin
I want to be your scratching post
I've got an itch
I need a quick fix
Come on and fix me up
All this little girl needs is a touch of luck
Even in a city as pretty as New York City
Even in good company
A girl like me can feel lonely
A girl like me can feel alone
I try to convey my these feelings in my bones
All I hear a goddamn busy tone
Don't worry it's all I've ever known
I want to go drown in your bathtub full of gin
I don't need your scratching post
No longer do I itch
And there's no quick fix
All sewn up and no where to go
And we all know I've hit a brand new low
This is the final show
This is the final show
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Jessica Allyn New York, New York
Native to New York, Jessica is, described as "A voice straight out of the 1920's." 4 solo albums, played packed rooms (including CMJ Festival & Somerville Theater), shared the stage with artists such as Amanda Palmer, The Dresden Dolls, Army of Toys, Emilyn Brodsky, Family of the Year, Jaggery. She continues to release music & do live streams to connect with fans, & let them in on the process. ... more
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