1. |
Too Much Time
04:33
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There’s too much time
To do what I want to do
No deadlines, no pressure
And it’s all going to seed
Too much time
To achieve anything
Weeks drift by
And it’s all going to seed
My house has never been so clean
And all I see is the dirt and the dust that I’ve missed
My life has never been so pristine
Untouched, unembraced, unencumbered, unkissed
There’s too much time
For anything meaningful
No shape to the day
And we’ve all gone to seed
Too much time
To spend it on anyone
Months drift by
And we’ve all gone to seed
My muse has never been so idle
Seems so long since I stumbled on anything new
My mind can’t slow this downward spiral
Unlit, uninspired, unaroused and unmoved
There’s too much time
Too much time
Tried to make some music
Too many sounds to choose from
Tried to write a novel
Too many words to choose from
Tried to paint
There’re too many colours
No constraints
And everything’s duller
There's too much time
Living through lost days
Racing slowly
Living through lost days
Racing slowly
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2. |
Sane Asylum
04:23
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Flickering by doorways and
Shadowing on the wall
Tiptoed on stairwells
And whispering in the hall
Girl by the fireplace
Girl by the window
Your perfume betrays you
You’re never quite in view
I am as safe as houses
I stop you from falling
Capture your bones and skin
I am a sane asylum
Keep you from flying
away……
But I can’t find my way out of here,
No I can’t find my way out
And I can’t find my way out of here
My way out
A doorway to nowhere
Retreats to vague spaces
There’s footsteps on flagstones
And glimmering ghostly traces
Girl at the edge of my sleep
Keep your watch over me
Lay on memory
Make me your sanctuary
I am as safe as houses
I stop you from falling
Capture your bones and skin
I am a sane asylum
Keep you from flying away
Fence you in
But I can’t find my way out of here,
No I can’t find my way out
I can’t find my way out of here
My way out
Stretch out my
Limb-like walls
And wrap them around you
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3. |
Shutting Down Again
03:31
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We wake up to find the sun is shining
Welcoming us from high
And though everything’s a little strange
We’ll find a way of getting by
People emerge, Rubbing their eyes
We’re learning how to live again
Little by little, pushing the bar
We’re learning how to laugh again
But have we jumped the gun?
We’re shutting down again
We’d barely begun
Now we’re shutting down again
I was busy making plans
Didn’t see the emptying streets
Now I’m standing on my own
Watching it all repeat
Barricades up as the shutters come down
Folded inside ourselves, half invisible
No trophies for us, empty shelves, empty days
Left to tiny thoughts and smaller miracles
Looks like I jumped the gun
We’re shutting down again
We’d barely begun
Now we’re shutting down again
Are you someone I used to know
Taken away while I was sleeping
Can’t remember where I put my name
Breathing shallow, thoughts receding
Heart is slowing, gently leaving
Looks like I jumped the gun.
We’re shutting down again
We’d barely begun
Now we’re shutting down again
Breathing shallow
Thoughts receding
Heart is slowing
Gently leaving
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4. |
Superstaying Lipstick
04:10
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A wall of boxed and tiny friends
All trapped in two dimensions
inside our flats and houses
it’s been too long
it’s been too long
Another pointless, stagnant day
I cried for hours, that’s not okay
I need a face that’s saying
I’m not afraid
To turn your way
Maybe she was never born with it
She can get it over the counter
Maybe she was never born with it
Applying all the paint and the powder
Maybe she was never born with it
Fresh for every encounter
Brushes on her vermillion smile
In super-staying lipstick
I feel the earth will swallow me
I need some strength, solidity
I hide my insecurity
Behind this makeup
Pretend to shape up
Maybe she was never born with it
She can make out she’s artistic
Maybe she was never born with it
Pretend she’s so hedonistic
Maybe she was never born with it
Her spirit’s almost realistic
Brushes on her vermillion smile
In super-staying lipstick
Maybe you will always have to fake it
Apply some glossy protection
Baby, you will always have to fake it
That’ll pass closer inspection
Baby, you will always have to take it
For every deeper connection
Brushes on her vermillion smile
In super-staying lipstick
No poet and no pioneer
No globetrotter no visionaire
No escapist, no soloists
No Seductress no composer
No pathfinder, no dreamer
No driver, no mover
No creator, philosopher
No ringleader, no lover
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5. |
Come Daphne
03:48
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Before I become a laurel tree
Try to hide my fear of what could be
Reel me in, peel back my skin
Open my eyes
Ripe fruit stays tied, stubbornly shy
Inside, please show me why
This fruit must ripen, enlighten me and
Open my eyes
Is this what you came for?
Lightly touched fingertips on wrists
Unchartered breath between barely closed lips
Sate your thirst on
Miscellaneous soft, and unleaf me
Is this what you came for?
Stretched and looted, my undoing
My season ending, my grip loosening
A chestnut opening, roasting
I burn for you
Is this what you came for?
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6. |
Lucky Dip
04:14
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I’ve had the rug pulled
From under me so many times
Hard to believe I haven’t lost my smile
Take a lucky dip
Intertwine my fate to yours
It’s a fresh adventure every time
Anchored to the carpet
I may have lost my way
Clinging to your ankle just to keep afloat
Carnage all around us
We’re only here to see the sights
Wide-eyed tourists taking note
Are you feeling better?
(I’m not sure this floor can hold us)
Are you feeling fine?
(Is there any more to say?)
I’m feeling so much better
I’m feeling fine
How far will this trip take us?
Let’s hide in here forever
Don’t speak, don’t think, don’t move
Don’t sigh, don’t cry
Don’t breath, don’t leave
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Lemonade Sin London, UK
London and Devon-based Lemonade Sin are the creation of Lee Friese-Greene and Simon Aldous – assisted by Charlotte, Robin and Jen. While they cite their primary influences as Abba and the Velvet Underground, their dreamy indie-pop sound also has echoes of every great boy/girl duet you’ve ever heard –from Nancy and Lee, via the Pastels to Belle & Sebastian and the Human League ... more
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