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Sail Away
03:58
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My mother smelled of hairspray and perfume.
She was the kind of woman, when she walked into a room,
Everyone would stop, and look at her and gaze.
Even if they didn't see her, knew something had changed.
Would meticulously put on her face,
Making sure not a single lash was out of place.
Took two hours in front of the mirror,
Always touching smoothing something here or there.
When I was little I would watch this circus act.
Always wondering when she would look back,
In my mind I'd,
Sail away, sail away to all the foreign lands.
I'd Sail away, sail away where I would spend hours day dreaming in the sand.
I'd sail away, sail away to all the foreign lands,
I'd sail away, sail away, my mind was the only place I could get away.
When it came to school I was never on time.
Teachers and principles blew mind.
Get to the office you better make it quick
If I could I'd hit you with a ruling stick
Called my mother, you'd better come in.
You're daughter is wallowing in travesty and sin.
Got to the office and met my counselor,
the mood had changed from somber,
he got my mothers number.
In my mind I'd,
sail away, sail away, to all the foreign lands.
I'd sail away, sail away where I would spend hours day dreaming in the sand.
I'd sail away, sail away, to all the foreign lands,
I'd sail away, sail away, where I would spend hours day dreaming in the sand.
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2. |
Reperar Mi Vida
02:30
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3. |
No It Isn't So
05:04
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Did you care as I stared in your direction
was my complacence too much to bear
did you mind in hind site that i was a burden
is that why you left was i too much bear?
did you run like the rest was it my breath
elementary behavior is that why you left?
did you hide was it time was it something that i said? was i not good in bed? did i make you loose your head?
but no it isn't so, though i would like to think so
it rains and then it pours and then it falls some more
as i go deeper into my drunkenness
do i try not to cry as i limp from a return of a never ending curse always the same this little game
this one’s different he will stay make it better fuck the pain away
was it my bitterness did it sour my kiss? was it anything at all or are you just no good at this
and whom i asking you or me drinking made this more confusing
i hit the bottle one more time is that you i hear knocking? have you come back to be mine?
but no it isn’t so though i would like to think so
it rains and then it pours and then it falls some more
but no it isn't so here i sit and over there pain triumphantly remains, loneliness in tow, they’ve become great friends you know.
who’s to blame should i feel shame i let you touch my no no place
was it my demise desperate look in my eyes or none of the above your incapable of love
you wanted progress a career a yearning for a beer in a far away place someone else's face now I’m out of place
but no it isn't so here i sit and over there pain triumphantly remains, loneliness in tow they’ve become great friends you know?
but no it isn't so though i would like to think so
it rains and the it pours and then it falls some more as i go deeper into my drunkenness
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4. |
Big Bad Wolf
04:02
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I'm another in a long line of lovers,
I'm another in a long line of mistaken one thing from another.
But take it from me though it doesn't seem,
It's just another day, it will fade like every other.
I made a laundry list the size of the Mississipp of things I shouldn't do.
But that's the thing about lists their easily forgotten and when you get to the store you forget what your there for.
So I go by the seat of my pants or without which ever comes first.
And all of the people in the steeple
Surely say that I must be evil.
i don't give a rats ass about the hair on my Chiny chin chiny chin chin, I'm gonna let that big bad wolf in.
The time has come to speak of many things,
of shoes and ships and ceiling wax and cabbages and kings, of why the sea is boiling hot and whether pigs have wings, and if my Grandmother is in him, I'll jump in and get her out and do it all again.
I'm another long line of piggies
Waiting to have my house blown in.
I'm another in a long line of woman,
that just cant seem to get it right
time and time again.
But take it from me,
If you want to find your way back.
If you use bread crumbs for your trail
you've got to have a plan of action,
If you decide to let the wolf in your door.
Wolfy you sure are beuatiful ,
your eyes are so big, and your sinister smile,
I just can't keep my hands off of your steeple.
Oh no, where have they gone?
I scared all the people.
But I don't give a rats ass about the hair on my chiny chin chiny chin chin
I'm still gonna let that big bad wolf in.
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5. |
Machine
03:44
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My teeth are grinding, the wheels are winding,
tightening machinery around an endless web.
The spiders growing wider he's living off of liars, and I'm too weak to give a shit.
Looking to the masses, to fill their empty glasses,
Their Toasting the apocalypse have a taste only a sip.
But I've been drunk on that sort of wine too many times,
I've grown indifferent but it doesn't make a difference.
We all grew up anarchists, but their light is wavering
Their wheels are spinning but are they winning?
We are the weaker link and they won't stop their tinkering.
Bigger better bolder things, build the next of seven wonders, they have got the upper hand, it's their turn next where will they land?
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6. |
When I Was a Little Girl
03:00
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When I was a very small girl
I never needed anyone.
I lived inside my head,
I never wished that I was anywhere else instead.
Now that I have grown
I find that I no longer want to be alone.
My mind no longer full of comfort but of dread,
how I wish sometimes that I were dead.
How can it be that here my mind, will not leave me be, once a friend now a foe.
I never thought it would be so.
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7. |
Million Dollar Man
02:47
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Made a small appearance on the late late show
Wouldn't even notice if you didn't know.
So why did he do it why'd he go solo,
Why'd he do it? Why'd he go alone?
He's not the kinda man who'd say he was afraid.
You really had to know him to see it was the case.
Made a million dollars with his voice, met a million woman but not by choice.
He could really win them with his face, but her didn't want them to look his way.
He's not the kind of man to say he was afraid, you really had to know him to see it was the case.
Tried to save the world by sailing round in eighty days, but the last I heard he was a cast away,
I wish I could tell him, I wish he was here today.
Made a small appearance on the late late show.
Wouldn't even notice if you didn't know.
So, why did he do it why'd he go solo,
Why'd he do it, why'd he go alone?
He's not the kind of man to say he was afraid you really had to know him to see it was the case.
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8. |
Lies
02:50
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9. |
I've Had Enough With Men
03:35
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10. |
A Captain's Reprieve
02:39
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Angel Crow Massachusetts
I am a neurodivergent musician and write, record, and play all my songs unless otherwise noted. In the recordings I play guitar, mandoline, trumpet, melaphonium, bass, piano, and drums. I also use fruityloops and a Moog. Music was a survival tool for me through a tumultuous childhood. Form, technique, and skill are almost secondary to this. I love unique sound and interesting melodies. ... more
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