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Electro Junction
04:18
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There’s a monster leaking sideways
I don’t know which way my mind is
I’m driving down the highway
To extract my last charade
I like my nonsense ‘cus my senses are none
The life of the party has died in the fun
Take a bump off the bumper
And enter the surrender bender
What’s the weather, don’t know whether
Time will ever make it better
I recount my old regrets
In rusty cars and cigarettes
I’m morose my rose has thorns
My macabre dancing lord
And when nothing else is calling
When everything else is falling
There’s an earth, there’s a quake
We preach our last mistake
In the sewer sewing new worlds
That sank in a rat attack
Still keep running on an empty tank
The feelers vision to turn on the ignition mission
What decisions reach fruition
Gazing through electric vision
I recount my old regrets
In rusty cars and cigarettes
I’m morose my rose has thorns
My macabre dancing lord
Tell me sweetheart did you find
That we’ve been stung out on the run
Busy bee of make believe
Electro Junction calamity
From up here we got it all revolving
Incarnation of the storm that’s pouring
Clear away, give it up then up again
In the sin and in the wing
Both two arms that cross in us hold on
Bless this mess we’re in
Then I’m dusting off my blank slate
Can we turn the tales of our fate
The new tabula rasa has risen in the sun
I like my nonsense where my senses begun
But to grow out of knowing where it could be found
A mind out of mindless
To sculpt the marble out of madness
Thunder from the wonderful
Blasting from the kingdom to
I recount my old regrets
In rusty cars and cigarettes
I’m morose my rose has thorns
My macabre dancing lord
Tell me sweetheart did you find
That we’ve been stung out on the run
Busy bee of make believe
Electro Junction calamity
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2. |
Sing King
03:28
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Sing King Lyrics:
Down the drain
Flavour the rain
Flower the time
Favour the shine
Many many makers
Not so many takers
I can’t be bothered
With all this bother
Sing King sinking fa la la
Let no others get inside
Do what you must and be done with it
You gotta leave your past behind
Inside the eternal eye
Inside the eternal eye
Up in smoke
Fanatic joke
Sour inside
Savour the wine
Lots and lots of shakers, movers and the achors
Search for the power within these hours
Sing King sinking fa la la
Let no others get inside
Do what you must and be done with it
You gotta leave your past behind
Inside the eternal eye
Inside the eternal eye
Swearing in the forest
If I’m being honest
I could go a hundred times
Oh we never get it right
Swearing on the light
That’s keeping us alive
But do some gardening do some weeding
Oh it is the masters season
Sing King sinking fa la la
Let no others get inside
Do what you must and be done with it
You gotta leave your past behind
Inside the eternal eye
Sing King sinking fa la la
Let no others get inside
Do what you must and be done with it
You gotta leave the past behind
Inside the eternal eye
Sing King sinking fa la la
Let no others get inside
Do what you must and be done with it
You gotta leave your past behind
Inside the eternal eye
Inside the eternal eye
Inside the eternal eye
Oh inside the eternal eye
Sing King fa la la
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3. |
Chest Of Dress Up
04:08
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The individuals gone, I feel the earth in a song
You gotta preach to the better ones
The individuals done from where we begun
You gotta preach to the better ones
Chest of dress up, play the song again for me please
It’s a peculiar time
It’s a peculiar sound
Can we leave it please?
Can we just leave it please?
Chester Chester at the end of the road
He really liked to show what I could never know
Baby in the dark I have never felt so far apart
In a unions side
Oxymoronic sigh
Chest of dress up, play that song again for me please
The individuals gone, I find the earth in a song
I feel the earth move and that’s just that
Tossing and turning and feeling all my ruminations
Of it gotta be, can never be as magic would make it be
An illumines cry, for a miraculous sign
Chest of dress up, play that song again for me please
The arrow is turning, baby what’s yearning
I could be happy I could be so many things
Life is a journey, the patience to know the
I could be anything, I could be anything, I could be anythings
And the treacherous ground, forth or round and round
Chest of dress up, play that song again for me please
Oh it looks so sweet
The opportunist song
The faithful words to a fatal cause
Hot air don’t care hot smoke oxygen moron
I find the world to be so cruel,
I find the world to be so rude
I find the world to be forever sealing cracks and healing
Playing with the line, set the world on fire, set the world on fire
Chest of dress up, play that song again for oh
Chest of dress up, play that song again for me oh
Chest of dress up, play that song again for me
Oh oh oh oh oh
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My Life As A Moth London, UK
Equally a poet as a musician, My Life as A Moth takes pride in her lyrics. The challenge of trying to articulate the
intangible, to attempt to capture her emotions & experiences lightning in a bottle is what drives her.
'Chest Of Dress Up' is the first single from the project, seeing Rob Ellis (PJ Harvey, Bat For Lashes), Adrian Utley (Portishead) & Ben Christophers at the helm of production.
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