1. |
Red Dress
03:32
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look at that red dress, fading to pink
time to revive you, with a splash of fresh ink
for the next girl, waiting in line
baby, baby little sister of mine
we’re gonna sort you, right by the hems
the fraying cotton, waving in rows of ten
before the morning comes, before the school bus runs
baby, baby little sister of mine
send you out with the family jewel
forty years in its crimson loom
checkered linings of stories passed
hidden perks of knowing not of the past
a skirt that flares up above your knees
the palest things that i’ve ever seen
a spitting image of mother dear
before she left her home and landed us here
look at that red dress hanging on you
a fitting armour for your first day of school
a precious treasure carried forward anew
baby sister with your pretty eyes blue
i struggle for words that she would’ve said
a damn crying shame that she never met,
this precious creature you’ve grown to be
baby sister now it’s just you and me
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Maripa
02:52
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in the town of maripa pleasure is the game
rolling in the heatwaves and dancing in the shades
ruffles fly and children sigh
close behind the women cry
grab my hand and flip me high
see if we can touch the sky
in the town of maripa plaisir is the aim
rolling in the sambas and tango in the flames
ruffles fly and children sigh
close behind the women cry
grab my hand and spin me wide
keep my sugars running high
round them at the bay
lead them stray, where time won’t save you…
in the town of maripa pleasure is the game
rolling in the heatwaves and dancing in the shades
ruffles fly and children sigh
close behind the women cry
grab my hand and flip me high
see if we can touch the sky
tango in the flames and
samba in the face of nightingales
that soar across the tango in the…
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3. |
Whisper
04:10
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whisper, whisper days long gone
silence broken with a song
lord you left us here alone
whisper, whisper he went on
land of bliss and full of gold
lord, we followed through his door
and we waved from behind that yellow picket fence
no fears, no goodbyes he promised us heaven
there will be no going back
days of sins, they aren’t coming back
whisper, whisper days long gone
silence broken with a song
still no sign of your return
whisper, whisper time moves on
traces of you growing cold
lord, you left us here alone
and you waved from behind that yellow picket fence
we lost our girls to empty promises
there will be no going back
innocence, they ain’t coming back
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4. |
Desperado
02:36
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desperado rode out at the break of day
by the second mile he knew he couldn’t well have stayed
at this same old path he went on every single day
by the fork he turned and said goodbye to yesterday
that town it gave him nothing,
he couldn’t get himself
that’s what he’s gonna tell them
although they’ll never ask
boy he wished they’d notice when he’s gone
the tumultuous chaos that he’s brought upon them
these people who had done him nothing wrong except
never noticed him around
desperado rode until the sun went down
after 90 miles he thought it would’ve made him proud
but this solitary mission only brought him down
as he faltered on the grounds that he was standing on
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Dandelions
04:03
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she stands above the open plane
staring ahead over her reign
the green burns dry under the sun
the summer’s high along the lines
wrapping arms around held tight and a kiss aside swifts by
and the rust turns red under the pour
the coming dive a late surprise for her and you and i
paint all your faces white
scream out your shadow sighs
this boat won’t let you die
it’s anchored to his smile
blow out the dandelion
save none of your disguises
this hill won’t let you slide
moored firmly to those eyes
she stands above the open plane
no sign of draught or naked flames
the golden freckles of the trees
pointing towards the river deep
stretch of wood over the hang, it’s exposing metal bare and gray
and the silver creases underneath, hinting the play that comes between
you and her and me, while we
paint our faces white, scream out our shadow sighs...
wrapping arms around held tight and kiss aside swifts by
up above the summers plane and the green burn dry
while the rust turns red and the copper shines...
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6. |
Kind of About Women
03:36
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at the bottom of the walk, we start from the beginning
from the moment that we landed, the waltz had never ended
long enough to examine the trail of broken feathers
trail of broken feathers
belonging but never claimed
free and yet flightless
valuable but disregarded
from the heavens down we peer
limbs moving up and climbing
for the ones that we ignore
prove to hate us even more
leaving us to examine the trail of broken feathers
trail of broken feathers
because time is not a thing i have
not when that glass ceiling is left to crash
and the boundaries you know aren’t gold
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7. |
Dust Your Soft Edges
02:33
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if you count to ten
i can tell you when
when you lost your way
though you’d rather not say out loud
there‘s no room for doubt
dust your soft edges...
if you count your friends
i can tell you when
when you lost their say
though you’d rather not face the truth
of exotic feuds
dust your soft edges…
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8. |
Gaslight
03:26
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everything happens for a reason i’ve been told,
what the hell’s the point in growing old,
i think i want to throw it all away,
before i lose my mind to you today,
i set myself on fire to the tune of you,
you lit a match and i said hey, let me light the other two,
three more years before we blow the fuse,
so when the house burns down,
i hope you’re running too...
everything happens for a reason i’ve been told,
my feet are floating off the ground
what the hell’s the point in growing old,
my wings are buzzing from the crowd
i think i want to throw it all away,
the ember’s warm but the cool
before i lose my mind to you today
so when the house burns down
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9. |
Queen of Versailles
04:08
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sign on to another scam
buy your weight in gold
acclimatise into your perfect frame
by their corners you fold
call out to god, ask him for a hand to hold
queen of versailles, flee to a happier home
hold on to your husbands ring
turn the dial on everything
acclimatise into your recent gain
buy the weight of your world
sweep the castle for last minute graces
search the grounds for your last minute saviours
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Smitten Edinburgh, UK
Since its formation in 2016, Smitten has grown from a blues inspired indie rock duo to a three piece that combines soulful
pop ballad vocals from Nicole Smit, intensely garage guitar playing from Charlie Wild and irresistibly groovy drumming from Alex Palmer.
The Edinburgh based band has mesmerised a host of loyal followers with their original material throughout the UK and Europe.
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