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Shadows
05:11
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Just like a shadow
Waiting in the dark
For my heart to pump and flow
Just like a shadow
Lurking in the background
Hounding drums so deep and low
Just like a shadow
Hiding in the alley
Aiming for the straight and narrow
And my love for you to glow
I am burning in the sun
You darken in the light I throw
Just like a shadow
Only shadows last
As temporary darkness cast upon us
But yours persists to grow
Stubborn cloud
Has to hang around for my temper to grow
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Lady Greyling
07:20
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Lady Greyling feathers frail in winter
Heart is pacing and your feet are soaking through
Lady Greyling hang your head in shame for
The nightmare wins the day and the darkness covers you
Lady Greyling stop your wailing murmurs
You’re a victim of your own taboo
But Lady Greyling not a crow instead a
Singing bird of prey they'll come cooing unto you
Lady Greyling too afraid to gamble
On the higher winds where success will test and taunt you
Lady Greyling in a fleeting stumble
She'll go tumbling down not like other birds who flew
Sky above me, sea beneath me, here
Strangers out there, you in reach, here
Cave to crawl in, room to breathe, here
Lady Greyling found a friend when injured
He’ll be taking me on board the crew
Lady Greyling now a rocking on the skylark hew
She don't sing the blues but the crows around the moon do
The crows around the moon do
Sky above me, sea beneath me, here
Strangers out there, you in reach, here
Cave to crawl in, room to breathe, here
Lady Greyling done her time on sea, in sky, on land
Now she knows she can she'll dive into the deep lagoon
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Great pucid pillow to swoon
Sickly sagging led bellied balloon
I know how you feel
Overburdened and tiresome moon
Melon of melancholia
Soaking up cries from the eyes of the earth
From all the window sitters, all the hungry critters
Sapping more than their worth
Make them Laugh
Make them cry
Unravel at the seams and wonder why
Make them feel Loneliness
Afraid of going home
Grappling bodies in the darkened heat of night
Oh well I’m no money maker
But everyone has thrown their pennies to the wager
It’s never over till they cry
I am the puppeteers hand
Waves they will brake and obey my command
A pearl dive devotion
To the art of pulling strings of emotion
Why is it the darkness they need
The solace of feeding on unsavoury seed
The stage is a gallow
Set to provide
Milked of all notion
Death by limelight
Judy did sing, but duty did win
Make them Laugh
Make them cry
Unravel at the seams and wonder why
Make them feel Loneliness
Afraid of going home
Grappling bodies in the darkened heat of night
Oh well I’m no money maker
But everyone has thrown their pennies to the wager
It’s never over till they cry
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A Woman's Word
06:59
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Bert believes the universe
Has ways of working out
But I don’t think that I believe him
No I’m a harbour of doubt
Bert has made a fortune
Just by wishing it away
Sometimes I think his luck is everlasting
But I know it never stays
Bert are you so holy
That you can not undress?
I’m at loss with lingerie and lace
Kiss the cross and cross your legs
It never stopped you pre-communion
Faulty priest of mine
Too afraid to touch a tender body
With a sober mind
You know the discipline won’t cure you
What good is chanting every day
You can’t forgive the beating of a woman’s skin
By kneeling down to pray
Bert believe me I could show you
Several ways to heal a man
I will break you make you better
With the sweet caress of womans hand
So stop me if you dare
Time to make a fool of your religion
Pin me to the pines
If I should build a temple for two
If its a martyr that you need
Why not choose a woman
I’ve only ever shown you good
There’s worse that I could do
You could do best to believe in a woman’s word.
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AK Patterson Brighton, UK
‘Music that was buried in the soil long ago, but rediscovered with a fresh voice for modern
times’
‘Buckley with boobs’
AK Patterson is a singer-songwriter and multi-instrumentalist based in South East London. She writes gritty melancholic songs that challenge ideas around loneliness, social struggle, violence, and unrequited love.
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