1. |
Kick In The Teeth
03:19
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Well it’s a real kick in the teeth
A real kick in the teeth
A real kick in the teeth
The happiest time we spent was looking through a mirror
Not everything has a meaning
But we tend to see things clearer
I spent so much of this youth questioning my value
Lolita’s all grown up now, who knew
Well it’s a real kick in the teeth
A real kick in the teeth
It’s a real kick in the teeth
Well it’s a real kick in the teeth
A real kick in the teeth
It’s a real kick in the teeth
Is there ever a right time to erase one’s mind
As I memorise your beauty
I’ll take a part of you with me
The fears that we don’t face become our limits in this rat race
So there goes the pedal to the medal
As the dust settles
Well it’s a real kick in the teeth
A real kick in the teeth
It’s a real kick in the teeth
Well it’s a real kick in the teeth
A real kick in the teeth
It’s a real kick in the teeth
Well it’s a real kick in the teeth
A real kick in the teeth
It’s a real kick in the teeth
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2. |
Who Do You Wanna Be?
03:49
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When I collect my third batch of inexpensive sunglasses from the same place at the mall, I think of you
When I’m crawling out of bed,
last night’s sweat on my forehead texting long paragraphs
An easy fix will do?
A green smoothie or two?
That’s what everyone tells you
When the corner shop that sells club mate hasn’t open their blinds
can’t they see the tears filling up my eyes?
Behind the sunglasses disguise
That’s when I think of you, and what would you do
If you were in this situation?
What would you do
If you were in this situation?
What would you do
If you were in this situation?
What would you do
If you were in this situation?
What would you do?
If not you, then who?
If not now, then when?
(Who do you wanna be?)
If not you, then who?
If not you, then who?
(Who do you wanna be?)
If not you, then who?
If not now, then when?
(Who do you wanna be?)
If not you, then who?
I’ll say it again
Who do you wanna be? Who, who, do you want to be? Who, who?
When I see another empty slogan tryna dictate my life,
can’t you see my pockets are running dry?
A consumer consumed with the idea of a good time
Exhausted by the pressure to feel somewhat empowered it’s only 8AM
and I haven’t even showered.
Guess perseverance is the boldest thing one can do.
When the movement becomes part of the patriarchal system we sore to tear down,
the left cuts down the left while the right upholds the crown
So what do we do?
So what do we do?
We’re all in this situation
So what do we do?
If not you, then who?
If not now, then when?
(Who do you wanna be?)
If not you, then who?
If not you, then who?
(Who do you wanna be?)
If not you, then who?
If not now, then when?
(Who do you wanna be?)
If not you, then who?
I’ll say it again
Who do you wanna be? Who, who, do you want to be?
Who, who, do you want to be? Who, who?
Do you want to be? Who, who?
Do you wanna be?
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3. |
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Hot girls in bands
Hot boys in bands
Hot theys in bands
Hot, hot, hot, hot
Hot girls in bands
Hot boys in bands
Hot theys in bands
Hot, hot, hot, hot
Date a plumber, or an electrician
Landscape architect, even a magician
Date a professor, or a physician
Just anyone besides a musician
Date a lifeguard or a mathematician
A mad scientist, carpenter, operator
You thought I was gonna say bartender
Watch out, they might be a musician
Don’t date a musician
Don’t date a musician
They’ll think your competition
I was never competition
I was just… hot
Hot girls in bands
Hot boys in bands
Hot theys in bands
Hot, hot, hot, hot
Hot girls in bands
Hot boys in bands
Hot theys in bands
Hot, hot, hot, hot
Think I’ll be celibate for a few months or days
Then a damn guitar pick flicks my way
We’ll prob talk about music ‘til the early dawn
Of how a note can never truly go wrong
What’s your favourite Yeah Yeah Yeahs song?
Why watch the tv when there’s nothing on?
I see a bed frame is missing,
a recipe for intense kissing
Let me send you my demo,
I wrote it after we first met but I’m not gonna tell you that yet
Wait, fuck, no, we spoke about this….
Don’t date a musician
Don’t date a musician
They’ll think your competition
I was never competition
I was just… hot
Hot girls in bands
Hot boys in bands
Hot theys in bands
Hot, hot, hot, hot
Hot girls in bands
Hot boys in bands
Hot theys in bands
Hot, hot, hot, hot
So hot
Why ya gotta be so hot?
I’m feeling hot, are you feeling hot?
Don’t date a musician
Don’t date a musician
Don’t date a musician
But why are they everywhere?
Hot boys in bands
Hot girls in bands
Hot theys in bands
Hot, hot, hot, hot
Hot girls in bands
Hot boys in bands
Hot theys in bands
Hot, hot, hot, hot
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4. |
Social Lubrication
03:28
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I’ve aborted this unsolicited advice
Play nice
Be attractive but don’t bank on it
Your womb is a ticking time bomb
The man in the bunker said my looks will fade
So I better practice Spanish guitar, as if that’ll get me very far
I’ll shove the tip of my boot into your luftgitarre
To those I’ve held In their darkest nights
Seeking for Mary, the mother, the saviour the bright light
Did you find that between my thighs?
Will this leave a mark, or remain in the dark?
Well you can’t light a flame without a spark
So what you here for?
I’m not here for the social lubrication
I’m here for the cremation
(What you here for?)
I’m not here for the social lubrication
The social lubrication
Blue tick, now they’re scared
Was that a red or blue pill that slipped into my drink unaware?
They say they work with women they love, they rate them highly above
What’s it like to be a woman in music dear?
You’d never ask me that if you regarded me as your peer
The bubbles in my drink dissolve and they disappear
And as I stumble through the park, although it’s dark, my ride isn’t here
But I just live over there
Push him away, say this wasn’t a meeting, this wasn’t a date, you ain’t my mate
This ain’t confusing, that’s the rear view mirror, for fuck’s sake
Will this leave a mark, or remain in the dark?
Well you can’t light a flame without a spark
So what you here for?
I’m not here for the social lubrication
I’m here for the cremation
(What you here for?)
I’m not here for the social lubrication
The social lubrication
(What you here for?)
I’m not here for the social lubrication
I’m here for the cremation
(What you here for?)
I’m not here for the social lubrication
The social lubrication
Fix your life
Fix your attitude
Fix the wound
Fix the fig
Fix your community
Fix the car
Fix the vessel
Fix the mind
Fix the altitude
Fix the sprain
Fix the window
Fix the view
Fix the healer
Fix the brew
Fix you fix you
Fix the brow
Fix the cadillac
Fix the feeling
Fix the currency
Fix the stage
Fix the opportunity
Fix the mundane
Fix the altitude
Fix the sprain
Fix the window
Fix the view
Fix the healer
Fix the brew
Fix you fix you fix you fuck you
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5. |
Mascara
05:18
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I’ll romanticise the gum under my shoe
Sticking to Clapton station platform not knowing which train or direction to choose
I’ll romanticise the outlines of your spine
When you lie on the tatami mat with your head between my thighs
I’ll romanticise running up the oak, when the crooked branch snapped and caught your navy blue coat and you fell down
I’ll romanticise these days long gone
I’ll romanticise the times yet to come
And I’ll romanticise, this life
As though we, could live it twice
And then we dance
At 3AM at mascara bar
Oh we dance
As you walk me to my door
Underneath the sky that has no stars
And then we dance
Oh how I miss you
Oh I wanna kiss you
And then we dance
Woven in each other’s tissue
Fill all my holes with you
Oh we dance, we dance, we dance, we dance
And then we dance, we dance, we dance, we dance
I’ll romanticise the things we talked about and never did
It’s water under the bridge, cucumbers sandwich lovers, softly kissing your eye lids
I’ll romanticise wearing sunglasses in pitch dark
Dressed to the nines walking in circles around Hackney downs park
I’ll romanticise those days long gone
I’ll romanticise the times yet to come
And I’ll romanticise, this life
As though we, could live it twice
And then we dance
At 3AM at mascara bar
Oh we dance
As you walk me to my door
Underneath the sky that has no stars
Then we dance
Oh how I miss you
Oh I wanna kiss you
And then we dance
Woven in each other’s tissue
Fill all my holes with you
Then we dance, we dance, we dance, we dance
And then we dance, we dance, we dance
And then we dance, we dance, we dance
Oh we dance, we dance, we dance, we dance
I’ll romanticise, this life
As though we, could live it twice
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6. |
Leech
05:10
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The leech is out for blood
the leech knows everyone
and everyone seems to knows the leech
they wave and they smile politely with their false teeth
while the heads and behinds are patted,
the wine is poured,
the endless drops of small talk is devoured.
The gatekeepers, the so-called legends,
ya boys gonna let the girls play?
Or are they merely ornaments on display?
Did you accomplish something extraordinary?
Are you extraordinary? Is anyone? Or another leech?
How dare you get to hug her,
you don’t deserve to love her,
you don’t deserve her words,
what she stands for,
what she’s made, her strength,
you don’t deserve her.
You see the leech sucks the blood from those who truly know how to love,
sucks the blood from those who truly know how to love.
Just have some fucking empathy
Just have some fucking empathy
Just have some fucking empathy
Just have some fucking empathy
The leech is out for blood
The leech is out for blood
The leech is out for blood
They won’t stop, won’t stop,
‘til they get every drop
Proven guilty until nothing is wrong ey?
Did you take that picture of me asleep?
Laughing about that time you got kicked out of your uni.
I don’t do this often, but do you?
Do you use and abuse your power to the young women that listen to what you say?
So you call me a friend?
Someone to hide behind?
Do you hide behind those so called friends?
Do you hide behind the perception of power, the illusion of power.
Of power let me take this mic, let me scream, let me tell you who I am and what comes loose in the seems.
A loose woman that was never yours to please.
Now that I’m on this side of the wall and I’m holding up the wall do you even acknowledge that there is a wall.
Do you hide behind your parents?
Hide behind my youth?
Hide behind my inexperience?
My lack of judgement?
Do you hide behind the position you hold? Do you hide behind the illusions of power? The perception of power.
Just have some fucking empathy
Just have some fucking empathy
Just have some fucking empathy
Just have some fucking empathy
The leech is out for blood
The leech is out for blood
The leech is out for blood
They won’t stop, won’t stop,
‘til they get every drop
Fuck those you call themselves a friend and don’t lift a finger
Fuck that WhatsApp group where they got points for nailing a fresh faced singer
fuck those who say be patient wait for your turn. Nah fuck that.
I will support my girl
I will support my girl.
Just have some fucking empathy
Just have some fucking empathy
The leech is out for blood
The leech is out for blood
The leech is out for blood
They won’t stop won’t stop ‘til they get every drop
They won’t stop won’t stop won’t stop
The leech is out for blood
The leech is out for blood
The leech is out for blood
Just have some fucking empathy
Just have some fucking empathy
Just have some fucking empathy
Just have some fucking empathy
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7. |
I Want You
01:57
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I want you to take up space, I’ll make crystals run down your pretty face
I want you to reach for me, in the middle of the night and feel my warm embrace
I want to slide my fingers down below your waist
Our bodies’ lying here, so let’s make haste
I want you to forgot the time and place, forget the time and place, forget the time and place
You see I want you (I want you)
I want you (I want you)
I want you (I want you)
I want yours to be the last name I say, when I lay my head down after a hell of a long day
All the sticky motions, dripping with emotions, what’s all the commotion, the neighbours will say
I want your twisted parts and all your divine, I want you to tell me what was fucked up, and how I can make you feel so fine
You see I want you (I want you)
I want you (I want you)
I want you (I want you)
I want you (I want you)
I want you (I want you)
But do you (I want you)
want me too?
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8. |
Curious
04:11
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Are you curious?
Are you curious?
Wanna go to this sex party?
I don’t go south after dark but maybe in the mood to meet new company and test out my boundaries
Can I borrow your silks?
I got nothing to wear
The dress code is rather bizarre
I got no latex, no nylon, no chains, no pup gear
They’ve even banned cotton underwear
I got nothing to wear
Only have cotton underwear
Yes I’ve got nothing to wear
Only have cotton underwear
Then the confetti bomb went off on the second song - a bit premature - that’s when my eyes met yours - could it be puppy love - the 5th grade stuff - slippery ice on the streets
I feel too sexy to listen to my friends
I feel too sexy to listen to my friends
He loves you but he’s curious about his love for me – curiosity
She loves you but she’s curious about her love for me – curiosity
They love you but they’re curious about their love for me – curiosity
She loves you but she’s curious about her love for me
You’ll all be middle aged men one day
And I’ll be a middle aged dream wife
If we’re lucky enough to not die
Before we peak in our lives
My grandma is 85 she tells me she’s finally peaking, just about ripe
And so is her sex life
There’s just so much more to learn in this life
If you got nothing to wear
Avoid cotton underwear
If you got nothing to wear
Avoid cotton underwear
Then the confetti bomb went off on the second song - a bit premature - that’s when my eyes met yours - could it be puppy love - the 5th grade stuff - slippery ice on the streets
She loves you but she’s curious about her love for me – curiosity
She loves you but she’s curious about her love for me – curiosity
Oh they love you but they’re curious about their love for me – curiosity
She love you but she’s curious about her love for me
Are you curious?
Are you curious?
Are you curious?
Are you?
I feel too sexy to listen to my friends
I feel too sexy to listen to my friends
I feel too sexy to listen to my friends
I feel too sexy to listen to my friends
I feel too sexy to listen to my friends
I feel too sexy to listen to my friends
I feel too sexy to listen to my friends
I feel too sexy to listen
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9. |
Honestly
04:18
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Honestly, if the right words came to me
It would mark this occasion
But thankfully, nothing comes easy
Besides this sweet sensation
I will give you my undivided attention
As I watch you, slowly, undress (each piece at a time)
I will give you my undivided attention
As I sink my unkept nails, deep into your chest
Honestly, if the right words came to me
It would mark the occasion
Thankfully, nothing comes easy
Besides this sweet sensation
A sweet sensation of a familiar face
A sweet sensation of a familiar place
Drowning me in this deja vu
A sweet sensation of a familiar face
A sweet sensation of a familiar place
Drowning me in this deja vu
I will give you my undivided attention
Other temptations don’t even compare to this view
I will give you my undivided attention
As the colours in your checks, go from pale to peachy dew
Honestly, if the right words came to me
It would mark this occasion
Thankfully, nothing comes easy
Besides this sweet sensation
A sweet sensation of a familiar face
A sweet sensation of a familiar place
Drowning me in this deja vu
A sweet sensation of a familiar face
A sweet sensation of a familiar place
Drowning me in this deja vu
Honestly, honestly
Honestly if the right words came to me
It would be a sweet sensation
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10. |
Orbit
03:32
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In our past lives, were we lovers?
In our past lives, we knew each other
You could have been my teacher
You could have been my sister
You could have been someone that I would lean on
In our past lives, were we brothers?
In our past lives, we definitely knew each other
You could have been my best friend
You could have been my mother
You could have been someone that I would lean on
As I orbit around you, now that I found you, and you found me too
As I orbit around you, now that I found you, and you found me too
Let’s cross that bridge when we come to it
Let’s cross that bridge when we come to it
Let’s cross that bridge when we come to it
Let’s cross that bridge when we come to it
Let’s cross that bridge when we come to it
Let’s cross that bridge when we come to it
For all I know is I don’t want you to go, so let’s be friends
Let’s cross that bridge when we come to it
Let’s cross that bridge when we come to it
Let’s cross that bridge when we come to it
In our past lives, were we lovers?
In our past lives, we knew each other
You could have been my teacher
You could have been my sister
You could have been someone that I would lean on
In our past lives, were we brothers?
In our past lives, we definitely knew each other
You could have been my best friend
You could have been my mother
You could have been someone that I would lean on
As I orbit around you, now that I found you, and you found me too
As I orbit around you, now that I found you, and you found me too
Let’s cross that bridge when we come to it
Let’s cross that bridge when we come to it
Let’s cross that bridge when we come to it
Let’s cross that bridge when we come to it
Let’s cross that bridge when we come to it
Let’s cross that bridge when we come to it
For all I know is I don’t want you to go, so let’s be friends
Let’s cross that bridge when we come to it
Let’s cross that bridge when we come to it
Let’s cross that bridge when we come to it
Let’s cross that bridge
As I orbit around you, now that I found you, and you found me too
As I orbit around you, now that I found you, and you found me too
(Here’s my number)
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