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A Kick To The Head
03:23
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It's like that song
I'm working in a supermarket but worth so much
Like a forgotten love
I'm your forgotten love.
You got kicked in the head
I don't have your number anymore
I did my makeup thinking of you
We talk in false starts
We were a false hope
But it was a good hope in a shit town.
The car door is fallen off
It has plastic bags for windows
I bounce all my checks
I'm flat on the ground
We sat misty eyed at the plane crash site
Seeing the plane bobbing in the water
There was something so off-kilter
All along.
It's like that song
I'm working in a supermarket but worth so much
Like a forgotten love
I'm your forgotten love.
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2. |
I Am Miss Bones
03:23
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Oh these days of hunger are paying off
In some unchartable way.
Somehow I'm becoming more myself
Or that's what the others say.
I am Miss Bones now
Holes in my pockets
Crying my eyes out
Chicago Winter
Dead as a dormouse.
Every day the sun goes down
And we fear we have lost her.
I dreamed I spat my teeth into my hand
And I awoke smiling.
I am Miss Bones now
Holes in my pockets
Crying my eyes out
Chicago Winter
Dead as a dormouse.
Let's go and break somebody's nose
Just to feel we have power
He said, "Hey, let's go and rob somebody's house
Just to pretend we have power".
I am Miss Bones now
Holes in my pockets
Crying my eyes out
Chicago Winter
Dead as a dormouse.
I am Miss Bones now
I am Miss Bones now
I am Miss Bones now.
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3. |
The Snow Rose
03:02
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And the snow rose too high to move.
And the snow rose too high to move.
You know I can't leave here
You know I can't leave here.
And the tugboat made such a noise
As the wrecked ship came home to rocks.
You know I can't leave here
You know I can't leave here.
And the chickadees they whisper words
Of a golden age or a certain death.
You know I can't leave here
You know I can't leave here.
And mama
Will look in all the doors of the cupboards
As the sea calls.
You know I can't leave here
You know I can't leave here.
Of the cupboard
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4. |
I Will Raise A Bird Army
04:39
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I will raise a bird army
Who'll peck you to pieces
Tear your house down
Use the banisters as roosting places.
When I was much younger
I did have a songbird
Who'd sing with the lights out
Little lullabies that would make you cry.
Then I thought that I had reason
Sold my clothes
Sold the shoes I wore
Sold that little bird to Franciscan monks
Just to come here.
Can you even dream
Coming halfway across the world
Just to be told that it's over
Come away kid
Let it go now
I will raise a bird army
Who'll peck you to pieces
Tear your house down
Use the bannisters as roosting places
I will raise a bird army
I will raise a bird army
I will raise a bird army
I will raise a bird army.
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5. |
Radars Dead
03:21
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Kill me with love boy
Kill me with love
Kill me with love my baby.
I had a boy who killed me with love
He killed with love like crazy.
You put me down on a piece of ground
I started tunneling downwards.
I made a kingdom from the people I found
From the people I found around me.
Hallelujah! Radars dead!
I won't find my way back home again.
When I was leaving they packed my house
They packed my house like death had been.
I said that I'd said so many goodbyes
I couldn't say hello again.
When you are beat from so many goodbyes
You are a mess by Tuesday
You dream of ways to have no face
You dream of faceless places.
Hallelujah! Radars dead!
I won't find my way back home again.
Hallelujah! Our love's dead!
I won't have the balls to call his name again.
Hallelujah! Our love's dead!
I won't see my baby spread his legs again.
Hallelujah! Our love's dead!
I won't find my way back home again.
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On Lake Michigan
03:35
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Even the fact white petals fell
Outside my living room window for twenty-four hours
Cannot redeem the fact that you
Left me in a foreign city.
You had been told of my distrust
Cause I had once been tricked by people very badly
Still you saw fit to lie to me
Still you saw fit to woo me with your company
Still you saw fit to preach love to me
Then you left me in a foreign city.
And when life breaks off in two
You know the other way carries on without you.
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7. |
O Home
03:31
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O home
Like a surprise I was gonna do but forgot.
It was autumn on my birthday
But here it is not.
O home
My nest
I have burnt you, burnt you.
O home
Hurricane waves on my doorstep
When the lights go out
I will morse code your name
O home
Flashlight morse code
We do not go dead.
We do not go dead.
And home I spat on you
But you followed me around
Like night when it was dark
But I knew that it was there
No city lights
It was morse code and the sound of waves
And the floorboards creaking in the wind.
O home
You have caught me
Like the dark night
I am sleeping
You are with me in my gristle
You are with me in my bones
O home.
O home.
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8. |
Scoundrel King
06:16
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All the stars I put on my ceiling
All the sirens outside my window
All the nights you drank away
But I found you on my staircase.
May you never fall out of mischief
Jesus loves a scoundrel king
I indeed go sleepless for you
Hands behind my back.
Count the ways I'll salute your beauty
You will not die a sailor's death
I am all the sea he dreams of
I live on a flimsy raft.
May you never fall out of mischief
Jesus loves a scoundrel king
I indeed go hungry for you
Hands behind my back.
If you ever made a battle
What a mess you'd make of it
A seagull's nest you'd make of it
Pieces of things brought home to me.
May you never fall out of mischief
Jesus was a drunk himself
I indeed am waiting for you
Hands behind my back.
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9. |
Runt Kid Psalm
03:39
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I will fight in a war
Before my kid brother fights in a war
He won't dance that dance
He won't carry that gun
Singing hey hey ho and away we go boys.
If he plays guns
I play dead
He won't see the price over even the poor people's heads
He won't dance that dance
He won't carry that gun
Singing hey hey ho
And away we go boys.
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10. |
No King But Me
02:57
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When we realized that we were alone in this big place
Without anyone to shove it in our face
We started acting like the apocalypse was here
We put dirt in our hair.
We fell into places they said we shouldn't go
We names alleys after the things we used to know
I jumped ship on my past
I just saved my own ass.
He said "You look so tough covered in bicycle grease
But I know there's something that could bring you to you knees
Like if someone said the wrong words or sang the wrong song
To remind you that you are not home".
Better to be killed by the king of the bums than any bum at all
Better to go down with a fight than wishing you were free
There is no king but me
There is no king but me.
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Renee-Louise Carafice Las Vegas, Nevada
Experimental pop songstress Renee-Louise Carafice kicks out songs like her life depends on it... and at some points in
history her life literally has depended on it.
Radio New Zealand states that she is "terrific in both senses of the word: excellent, and a bit terrifying as well".
Renee-Louise lives in Las Vegas, Nevada where she raises birds and writes music in her bedroom.
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