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ALAS, I'M A LADY
02:55
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I wish that I could show you how I’m feeling
Alas alas alas alas alas I’m a lady
I wish that you could see how much I’m bleeding
Alas alas alas alas alas I’m a lady
I think you’ll find
That I’m gentle when you listen and behave
Bare in mind
I can smell your rotten meat around my cage
I wish that you could feel how hard I’m fiending
Alas alas alas alas alas I’m a lady
I wish that I could laugh at you and mean it ha ha ha ha
Alas alas alas alas alas I’m a lady
I think you’ll see
That the delicate is often out of reach
I think you’ll find
That I’ve got something more singular in mind
I wish that I could show you more
I wish that I could fuck you sore
I wish that this was all there is
Just you and me a sloppy kiss
I wish that you’d unlock this door
I wish that I could show you more
I wish that I could show you more
I wish that I could pin you down and roar
Roar roar roar roar
Alas alas alas alas alas I’m a lady
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2. |
UP
04:08
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I hard woman
I cold hand
I thick body
I chosen
It’s hard for the girl with the wandering eye
It’s hard for the girl when you can’t her high
It’s hard for the girl with the wandering eye
Can’t get high
Can’t get high
I’m goin up
up
up
up
to the top cuz the bottom never suited me
I’m goin’
up
up
up
up
to the top cuz the bottom don’t fuck with me
I said
I don’t want to be the one to break the news to you
I don’t want to be the one to tell you know
and I don’t want to be the one to let it die babe
but I was never planning on sticking around
You check figures
You shake hands
You blow smoke
You broken
It’s hard for the girl with the wandering eye
It’s hard for the girl when you can’t her high
It’s hard for the girl with the wandering eye
can’t get high
can’t get high
I’m goin up
up
up
up
to the top cuz the bottom never suited me
I’m goin’
up
up
up
up
to the top cuz the bottom don’t fuck with me
I said
I don’t want to be the one to break the news to you
I don’t want to be the one to tell you know
and I don’t want to be the one to let it die babe
but I was never planning on sticking around
They say I’m not the type of lady
That they’re thirsty for
maybe if the world was feelin’ faint
And I could go for miles about the ways I’m not the one
But those miles fade and disappear today
Today
I’m goin up
up
up
up
to the top cuz the bottom never suited me
I’m goin’
up
up
up
up
to the top cuz the bottom don’t fuck with me
I said
I don’t want to be the one to break the news to you
I don’t want to be the one to tell you know
and I don’t want to be the one to let it die babe
but I was never planning on sticking around
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3. |
PATTI SMITH
04:09
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New York
Scorching in the summer
I sweat
Underneath my lover
Is it too late
Is it too late for me?
East side
My infatuation
My guy
Inflicted and impatient
Is it too late
is it too late for me?
I wander the lobby of the
The Chelsea Hotel
I dream about begging
To sleep in a cell
Oh I wanna live like Patti Smith
I wanna fear god with a self-made grit
don’t wanna suffer the age I’m in
Mornings
Day old bread, you found me
My lungs
Blackened like my coffee
Is it too late
Is it too late for me
My dress
Frayed and full of memory
I choose
Romance over cleanly
Is it too late is it too late for me
I wander of the lobby of the
The Chelsea Hotel
I dream about begging
To sleep in a cell
Oh I wanna live like patti smith
I wanna fear god with a self-made grit
don’t wanna suffer the age I’m in
Oh I wanna live like patti smith
I wanna make love and destroy with it
don’t wanna suffer the age I’m in
Today feels so hard and I’m searching for why
I’m pining for something thats so far behind
Yeah I wanna live like patti smith
I wanna fear god with a self-made grit
don’t wanna suffer the age I’m in
Oh I wanna live like patti smith
I wanna make love and destroy with it
don’t wanna suffer the age I’m in
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4. |
LOS ANGELES
03:57
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I’ve been filling all my voids with boys
Let them have me for a night or two, then destroy,
I can’t be blamed if I would rather hold a man than hold myself,
‘Cause when I do I pinch my skin and cry out loud I’m certain this is hell.
You’re wasting me Los Angeles
You’re wasting me Los Angeles
I was living in my car, parked outside the hotel bar-
My hands are shaking-
I would smoke a pack a day I wish the cancer’d have it’s way so I quit waking
I crossed the line with my best friend, just to numb myself again
Let’s ruin everything-
Buy a bottle every night
Lay in bed and grip it tight like it was loving me.
You’re wasting me Los Angeles
You’re wasting me Los Angeles
And I can’t go home
Fell out of love with the greatest many I’ll ever know-
Can’t believe it, all those years, it seems as though I’ll never be hole.
I’d love to see him with a woman who brings him peace-
Not a woman like me, Not a woman like me who’s rotting underneath.
You’re wasting me Los Angeles
You’re wasting me Los Angeles
And I can’t go home
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5. |
SARAH, SARAH!
03:48
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I haven’t spoke her name in 3 years
I haven’t felt the pain she built inside of me all of my fears
I haven’t seen her eyes in 3 years
The thing she always loved the most about herself
Crocodile tears
Sarah Sarah Where you been
I wanna do it again
Let me in baby
Maybe it’s to late now
Call me my-
Call me my-
Maybe it’s to late now
I haven’t heard her voice in 3 years
The gravel and the honey move
Assaulting my ears
I haven’t even dreamt of her smile
A crooked way to change my mind
She knows how to lie
All the time
She used a rolling stone
Now she loves her past alone
She used to love a man I know
But now she loves her skin
Used to tell me I was strong
But she knew that before too long
I’d be calling out calling out again
Sarah Sarah Where you been
I wanna do it again
Let me in baby
Maybe it’s to late now
Call me by her name
When you love me strong and slow
She’s the one you want
She’s the one you know
She’s the one you know
She’s the one you know
She’s the one you know
She’s the one you know
Sarah Sarah Where you been
I wanna do it again
Let me in baby
Maybe it’s to late now
Call me my-
Call me my-
Maybe it’s to late now
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6. |
THE QUIET THAT KILLS
03:45
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Washing my hands in the kitchen sink
400 years of blood
Washing my hands in the kitchen sink with the finest soap
Who
Are your gods
Are they on their way here?
Who are your gods
Won’t you summon them dear
No man
you don’t buy it
No man
It’s a riot
Yes sir
That’s the quiet that kills
Put on my face and I braid my hair
400 years of theft
Put on my face and I braid my hair spray the number nine
Who
Are your gods
Do they see what we do?
Who are your gods
Are they in denial too?
No man
you don’t buy it
No man
It’s a riot
Yes sir
That’s the quiet that kills
We colonize a space and time
gouging out my pale blue eyes
Dignity spared for the guns and shrines
Who are your gods
Who are your gods
Who are your gods
Who are your gods
Do they know what we’ve done
Who are your gods
Did they see us and run
No man
You’re still quiet
No Man
Your compliant
Yes sir
That’s quiet that kills
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7. |
MOTHER'S HAMMER
05:28
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My mother warned me love would knock me out
She liked it to a hammer on the soul
When I asked her why
With a smile in her eyes
She said “When you know you know”
When I was seventeen I went to Rome
I searched the ruins and the catacombs
The beauty took my breath, but I’ve got to admit
Not my mother’s hammer
I loved a man who never loved himself
I left him, then I drank myself to hell
I woke up with a stranger
In a mansion by the sea
Not my mothers hammer
Years later, I stood up and dusted off
It took a while to nurse me back to health
Harnessing the power, A king in her new tower
Still not my mother’s hammer
My friend decided she would take her life
She spent her days here suffering in pain
Her daughters left alone
They etched her name in stone
Losing faith in mother’s hammer
The day she died you came to my friend door
Bearing all the comforts I adore
You sat with me in bed
And that’s moment when
I first felt mother’s hammer
I felt it echo through my bloody bones
I felt it flood the spaces in between
I felt you take my jaw
And kiss my lips so raw
I felt my mother’s hammer hitting me
My mother warned love would knock me out
She liked it to a hammer on the soul
The children in me fight
God damn she’s always right
I found my mother’s hammer
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8. |
UGLY GIRL
04:29
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It’s too bad I’m an ugly girl today
Its too bad I got all these little scars and all this age
I’ve been working like a dog to love myself some way
Yeah it’s too bad I’m an ugly girl today
Magazines say beauty queens don’t suffer in their skin
Need not cover up a god damn thing
They say that I could lose an inch or 5 or 6
Child bearing hips just ain’t their scene
It’s too bad I’m an ugly girl today
It’s too bad I got all this gaul and all this misplaced rage
I’ve been working like a dog to love myself some way
Yeah it’s too bad I’m an ugly girl today
Camel filter fire escapes
My mornings spent alone
Hollowed cheekbones haunting all my dreams
Skip a meal or two to look a little more like you
Starve my way to sky high self-esteem
It’s too bad I’m an ugly girl today
It’s too bad I’ve got war torn hands and stories in my face
I’ve been working like a dog to love myself some way
It’s too bad I’m an ugly girl today
But when I sing
I have no face
I have no bones
No human race
I am just a space where you can rest
I know it sounds a little strange
To wish myself a ghost
But when I sing
I see my beauty most
It’s too bad I’m an ugly girl today
It’s too bad I don’t see myself the way that I was made
A woman to end all of man
A woman unafraid
It’s too bad I’m an ugly girl today.
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9. |
SALTINE CRACKER GIRL
03:35
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My first love was a carpenter
He built me a house
Out of bottles and smoke
The day I set to leave his side
I thought for sure I’d die alone
He reminded me of Jesus Christ
The calmness in his martyrdom
The endless empty of his cup
The smell of cedar in his clothes
I hope he’ll find a saltine cracker girl
To get him good and clean
I hope he’ll find it in his bleeding heart
To never think of me
His brother was an army man
Paranoia in his eye
He’s probably seen a million things
That make him wish he could just die
He reminded me of Jesus Christ
Carrying a heavy load
His trigger finger pops a can
Of beer to forget what he knows
His is the only face
That I have ever swung at while I screamed
I hope he’ll find it in his broken heart
To never think of me
I hope he’ll find a saltine cracker girl
To get him good and clean
I hope he’ll find it in his bleeding heart
To never think of me
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10. |
ALL OF MY GHOSTS
04:23
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Your friend called me by her name at breakfast
She did not realize it when she did
I played it cool to keep it copacetic
I couldn’t bring myself to eat my eggs
Every place we go
You and her will be
Every corner every county
has a haunting just for me
I can’t forget her woe is me
I am just a prisoner
Living
In your memories
You stressed to me how much your family loved her
I’m sure her manners far surpass my own
I come from blood that heats up very quickly
I don’t make small impressions I make holes
Everything we do she’s
Probably done
What’s the point of putting on
My armor if the battles won
Can’t escape her woe is me
I am just a prisoner
Living
In your memories
I’m learning how your muses took their coffee
I’m learning how they held you late at night
I’m learning how they tasted when they kissed you
And you expect me not to want to fight
Every time I think it’s time to run
I’m reminded that
I’ve done some pretty fucked up things for love
Still I see her woe is me
I am just a prisoner
Living
In your memories
You’ll never understand because
All my ghosts are on east coast
With dirty water on their sheets
All of my ghosts are on the east coast
Lucky for you they’ll never leave
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11. |
DONNA
01:02
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ANNABEL LEE Los Angeles, California
Annabel Lee is a Los Angeles rock and roll artist known for her unhinged stage persona and “high octane” (Earmilk) vocals. Getting her start performing at hardcore shows around New England, Annabel brings that kind of unbridled energy to her shows, where everyone is on the cusp of losing their shit. ... more
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