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Brightside
04:15
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Am I just a voice? Am I just a face?
Cause I'm not the woman you want in your space
Gratified you don't lie, or pretend that you care
Cause I'm just a woman who wasn't prepared
For being alone, or how long that would last
And when I met you I thought that that time had past
You're just another knot in a long string of heartache
I got my hopes up and you carried me down
Think I'll stay down here at least for a moment
And look on the brightside when I stand up there's nobody keeping me tied.
Perhaps it's bravado that lets me breath in
After a punch in the gut, your fist in my skin
Your words like a hymn, that I sing to myself
They tear through my skin, it's how I pay for my sins.
I've heard it before and I'll hear it again
You think that I'm rad but you'd rather hear me sing.
You're just another knot in a long string of heartache
I got my hopes up and you carried me down
Think I'll stay down here at least for a moment
And look on the brightside when I stand up there's nobody keeping me tied.
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2. |
Dear John
02:45
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Ride it out I said don't jump the gun
So how am I covered in your lust
With my own words ringing in my ears
You rolled over, said hey I'm not looking for anything serious
but you can stay the night
You're crazy if you really thought I might.
Slipped out of your old elevator with your security guard staring me down
I'm leaving here, a little bit incredulous that mothers let boys like you out.
It's 3am you want a body in your bed,
and I shouldn't be misled,
thinking it has anything to do with me
Now I know I was explicit, told you to take it slow
but you were drunk and you weren't listening
Oh man I should have known.
You've got a big bed but I've no inclination to spend a single minute there
And so you're well read but I've more expectation of a man than a flair for Baudelaire
Slipped out of your old elevator with your security guard staring me down
You've got a big bed but I've no inclination to spend a single minute there
I wasn't born only for your pleasure and I'm not your porn magazine.
It's how you treat a woman that it's measured, the kind of man you've been.
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3. |
Be Brave
03:57
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You made your bed, you lie in it, that's what we're told.
But if the end of the world is coming this weekend,
There's no getting old.
There's rules you see and laws we're taught we must obey
But if the end of the world is coming sometime today
I'm not gonna behave.
Throw caution to the wind, be brave
There's no time now to be saved
It's too late to repent, don't bother with the rent
There's threesomes to arrange
last minute I think I'll start a bar fight over short change.
Hey hey hey hey, hey hey hey looks like we're gonna die tomorrow anyway
Hey hey hey hey, hey hey hey tonight I think I'm gonna throw my name.
Now there's nowhere left to run
Cause the fun police have come
To lock up everyone
And no saviour has come.
Throw caution to the wind, be brave
There's no time now to be saved
It's too late to repent, don't bother with the rent
There's so much still to do
last minute I think I'll be like Desmond & the Tutus and get a tattoo.
I'm gonna get a tattoo.
Hey hey hey hey, hey hey hey tonight I think I'm gonna throw my name.
Hey hey hey hey, hey hey hey looks like we're gonna die tomorrow anyway
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4. |
Nights like that
02:58
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Instead of drinking my troubles away I drank them into being
Last night I was the captain of a ship with fishnet tights and heels
This morning I don't feel so good, I've got these vague thoughts in my head
And I can't tell for sure what's real but I know that yesterday I cared.
You say I'm a lush, he says I'm a flirt, I say it's a chemical imbalance
That last tequila's on your head, & I'm glad I woke up in my own bed
I'm lucky I didn't do things I regret, I just can't afford another night like that
Well it's out of control, this folk & roll. Shirts off, boys getting tense
Security comes to stop the fight. We've broken bottles on a picket fence.
The fake irish lady behind the bar won't even serve us water now
Took a broom to the head, some things have been said & we're starting to get loud.
You say I'm a lush, he says I'm a flirt, I say it's a chemical imbalance
That last tequila's on your head, & I'm glad I woke up in my own bed
I'm lucky I didn't do things I regret, I just can't afford another night like that
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5. |
Wooden decks
02:59
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On wooden decks, surrounded by concrete, there's you & your cigarette.
You're weaving the tales with the smoke as you breath,
About all the adventures we've left.
How we'll sail across the ocean on an air-conditioned yacht.
How upon our return we'll recycle a lot.
How we'll climb mountains like you did in Russia, we'll reach such great heights.
Cause that's something we'd love to do with our time.
I'm on a wooden deck, surrounded by trees and jacuzzis and beaches and wine.
Whilst you're stuck in an air-conditioned office,
waiting for the right time to resign.
So I'll hold your hand in the airport, your face in the car
And we'll drive as far as we need, to where we both are
And I'll sing into mics wrapped with battery-powered fairy lights
And you'll find something you'd love to do with your time.
Cause these are the minutes and hours that make up our days
And this is your life and you get to choose your own way
So we'll sail across the ocean, mark off cities in the atlas
And make doing what we love, common practice.
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6. |
Game Changer
02:58
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You say you didn't want a line in a song of mine
but you're acting like an asshole,
And there's nowhere else to say this but here.
This could seem kind of passive aggressive so I'll be clear.
I spent the night in your bed with no lights overhead
and your hands under the cover
Not starry-eyed but warm enough to dream.
Now I don't know the game and I don't understand your extremes.
Last night was a game changer, I woke to the face of a stranger
I would've thought twice if I knew that that was your nature.
Let's get this straight, now I don't want to date
but I'd like a little courtesy
You're busy, I know, and you've got other things on your mind.
The least I would like is a chance to decline.
Last night was a game changer, I woke to the face of a stranger
I would've thought twice if I knew that that was your nature.
I know you're not mean, you're just clumsy.
I know you don't mean, to be quite so badly behaved
See I don't think you know that you've been.
Last night was a game changer, I woke to the face of a stranger
I would've thought twice if I knew that that was your nature.
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7. |
Neon Lights
04:59
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Leaning on the counter of my heart, a stain of your love
And I'm scrubbing and I'm scrubbing, but I can't get you out.
Sugar, I've got strains of you in my blood, made me sweeter
So now I'm tasty, tastier, but still so full of doubt.
You were the neon lights in my fractured spaces,
the neon lights to my childish graces
You were the fire in my darkest places
and it's you held the mirror to my two faces.
You're heart-shaped and my star-shaped love it's doesn't fit here
So I morphed, and you morphed but it wasn't enough.
You were the neon lights in my fractured spaces,
the neon lights to my childish graces
You were the fire in my darkest places
and it's you held the mirror to my two faces.
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8. |
Some sort of grace
03:19
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Do you wish that I'd let you bleed?
Like I wish that you'd let me leave, when I was strong enough to
I gave all my power away & I blame you a little
But we both made mistakes and I'm trying to stay out of the middle.
Cause it's hard is that some sort of grace?
That there's no room to dictate the pace that we're moving along.
You feel trapped by my sensitive ways and you blame me a little
But we both made mistakes and we're doing as much as we're able.
That's the residue pale on your arm,
My name carved in the shape of your scars, burnished silver with age.
Cause we've got no control anyway and it's past sell by date
and we've chosen to do it this way
and there's still love
and that's enough, that's enough, that's enough, that's enough grace.
And there's still love and that's enough, that's enough, that's enough grace.
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9. |
Grand Delusions
03:01
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Two dreamers rolled out of a pyramid of plastic onto the soggy English soil
And stretched their legs, devoid of colour so smothered on a ton of baby oil.
They'd come with stars in their eyes to the bright lights of the stage
Where it was rumoured giants sung and they had yearnings to assuage.
Oh velvet curtain, between two trees, this was a stage beyond imagining, not merely by
degrees
For this was not a stage where giants sung nor even where they came,
This was a dirt road for mere mortals, a respite for the lame
There was no volume switch on that footpath
and their time was almost up to prove they're worthy of that makeshift stage,
worthy of that shrub.
Oh false expectation, that's not the last we'll see of you
Oh what great illusion will you trick us into thinking is true
Hey I think another grand delusion's due.
Deep in the depths of that carnival,
with its bigtop and flickering lights they were invisible
For our dreamers the soundtrack was the roar of the crowd
So the silence that followed was laughable
They'd come with stars in their eyes to the bright lights of the stage
Where it was rumoured giants sung and they had yearnings to assuage.
Oh false expectation, that's not the last we'll see of you
Oh all ye dreamers, take heed of this tale cause it's true
& I think another grand delusion's due.
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10. |
Where did I go?
03:20
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He asked if I was married, I said I was, I don't know why I lied
To such a pretty boy with lines on his face.
And I'm running late again she's down I said I'd be there
But I'm looking for photos for funeral posters and everybody's sad today.
I'm holding for this doctor who says 'wait for me'
And I'm waiting while his actions are saying ýour time is not as valuable as mine.
THere's only me to blame cause I taught the world to treat me this way
If I did it all again I wonder if I'd do it the same way.
Oh where oh where, oh where oh where did I go.
We're sitting over dinner and you're crying to me
On the table we've drawn pie charts of your dependency
Say you'd rather be with her and be a broken man
Don't wanna face the world alone, I understand but it's sad.
THere's only me to blame cause I taught the world to treat me this way
If I did it all again I wonder if I'd do it the same way.
Oh where oh where, oh where oh where did I go.
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11. |
Zombie song
03:46
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Round the kitchen table we unpacked the night before
Over coffee, said our sorrys 'bout your run in with the crack whores
On Long Street we went dancing over screams to make a scene
We were gathered on the outside, launching missiles at your mainstream
Music brought us all together and though it feels like messing 'round
We are fuelling revolutions in a world we have no say and no power
Woah oh oh oh there are tik monsters on Long Street
And Durban's a ghost town.
We've got a rat-race of zombies, on the streets of Jozi.
I see you don those black-framed glasses, be a hipster for a night
Catch an art film at the Bioscope, out by Main Street
Life gets better when you're moving, you're connected to a world that feels more real
Than the passage mafia 'round the water-cooler watching minutes tick
as life passes you by.
Woah oh oh oh there are tik monsters on Long Street
And Durban's a ghost town.
We've got a rat-race of zombies, on the streets of Jozi.
Despite our daily horrors and that we've all been drenched in fear
Let's catch alight on a dance floor far away from here.
Woah oh oh oh there are tik monsters on Long Street
And Durban's a ghost town.
We've got a rat-race of zombies, on the streets of Jozi.
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12. |
Love of Folk
04:22
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A night in the city of flowers, hey I'm just passing through
Lifted up with the help of a viking lad who'd just passed 22.
We'd been chasing the sun with the rain at our heels,
could hang a left for a diamond mine
But mother she calls so we're headed her way
Over mountains and railway lines.
In a quarry I laid my guitar down, on some old preconceived ideas
and a bluesman demands my attention, like the road on the ride down here.
A kiss for a song? If I get a note wrong, would he step back? I guess that he wouldn't
Cause summer's almost gone,
I could ask him to come when the road calls,
but I wouldn't.
We hit the road for the love of folk.
We hit the road, it's the life we know.
We hit the road like there's nothing to lose
But it's taking it all everyday this, the life that we choose.
Through to sun valley in search of a gap in the clouds
Rain a fly in my whisky, that I'm just picking out
A voice in my head, and outside Kill City Blues.
Oh everyone's a critic, ain't that the truth.
We hit the road for the love of folk.
We hit the road, it's the life we know.
We hit the road like there's nothing to lose
But it's taking it all everyday this, the life that we choose.
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Shotgun Tori Johannesburg, South Africa
Shotgun Tori is, at heart, a storyteller, a woman with a voice and a guitar, her subject matter approached with an interesting, occasionally humorous, yet always insightful life view. Her touching, raw vocal delivery is both tender and powerful, and listeners are left with no doubt that she sings straight from her heart. ... more
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