1. |
Across the Water
03:11
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So, you thought you’d be with me
For just as long as it took for you to get over another
I was only ever going to be
A little dalliance to pass the time
Well, this was unforeseen
You’re only swimming with me ‘til we get across the water
Then you’ll see,
If there is something better on the other side
Chorus
So take a guess,
Do I want to be, a blink and you’re over me?
A stand in, temporary, marking time?
No, I am not made to be
A footnote in your history
Oh yeah, we were together for a while
So, I thought that we would be
Together, end of sentence and no need to start another
We talked of permanency
Well your definition differs some from mine
Mutual friends enlightened me
Seems you tell me one thing and the whole wide world another
Answer honestly
Have you been playing games all this time?
Chorus
Break
Chorus
So, you thought you’d be with me
For just as long as it took for you to get a better offer
I was only ever going to be
A little dalliance to pass the time
Well, this was unforeseen
You’re only swimming with me ‘til we get across the water
Then you’ll see,
If there is something better on the other side
So take a guess,
Do I want to be, a blink and you’re over me?
A stand in, temporary, marking time?
No, I am not made to be
A footnote in your history
Oh yeah, we were together for a while
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2. |
The Revenge Song
02:43
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Build a bonfire in the garden
Throw on all his favourite ties
Deep fry his socks
Cut off his curly locks
And still he has not paid for all his lies
Immac his shampoo, it’s the least that you can do
You’ll feel better when you see fear in his eyes
Clean the toilet with his toothbrush
Bake a fruity cake and lace with flies
Pour milk on his shag-pile
Delete all his contact files
So much better if it’s all a nice surprise
Rub chillies in his pants
Watch him do a special dance
So much better when you see pain in his eyes
Swap his contact lenses with your Grandma’s
The ones she wore on her demise
Diesel his petrol tank
Oh for this he will not thank
But your pleasure in his pain intensifies
Immac his shampoo, it’s the least that you can do
And there is no better way to say goodbye
Build a bonfire in the garden...
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3. |
Marigold
02:55
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Marigold, Oh Marigold,
Her legs are long
Her stare is bold
A beauty rare and uncontrolled
You think she will, but she won’t.
She calls you a silly goat
But her tidy ankles float your boat
So though your chances are remote
You think she will, she won’t
Marigold, Oh Marigold
Her teeth are sharp
Her eyes are old
No, she won’t wear your band of gold
You think she will but she won’t
She straps a pistol ‘tween her knees
It isn’t there to tempt or tease
You think it is her aim to please
You think she will but she won’t.
Marigold, Oh Marigold,
Her story is already told
She’s not something that you can hold
You think you will, you won’t.
A subtle tattoo on one thigh
Little black bird, wings spread to fly
Another clue but you’re not too bright
And you still think she might
Break
Marigold oh Marigold
She’s got you in a stranglehold
Crimson lipstick makes you bold
And you think she will but she won’t
Marigold smokes contraband
You say you’ll take that girl in hand
But honey you are not that man
You say you will but you won’t
Marigold, Oh Marigold
Her skirts are long and black as coal
Blood red rubies at her throat
You think she will, she won’t
Scarlet nails for goodness sake
Fuels fantasies that make you ache
But your smooth shaved neck she’ll take and break
You think that you are safe
Marigold, Oh Marigold,
Only recently paroled
Your hands are warm, her heart is cold
You think she will but she won’t.
You’ve never known a girl so still
Like creatures who are born to kill
And though the notion makes you ill
You think she won’t but she WILL.
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4. |
Glory Glory
03:17
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Glory, glory, gonna set yourself on fire
All this adulation
Stoking up your funeral pyre
Where is the boy
Used to hold my hand?
If he could see you now
Do you think he’d understand?
Well I am asking you
To give me back that man, yeah-he
Well, I am begging you
Bring me back that man, hell yeah
Glory, glory, flames are burning higher
Everything you ever wanted
Th boy who got his heart’s desire
All the pretty faces
Why would you look at me?
Fame you found replaces
Reality
Well I am telling you to bring me back that man, yeah, yeah
I am begging you
Bring me back that man, hell yeah
With all that smoke in your eyes
It comes as no great surprise
To see you drifting, clean out of sight, hell yeah
Glory, glory, gonna set yourself on fire
All this adulation
Stoking up your funeral pyre
Where is the boy
Used to hold my hand?
If he could see you now
Do you think he’d understand?
Well I am telling you
To bring me back that man, yeah-he
Well, I am begging you
Bring me back that man, hell yeah
Well, I am begging you, hell yeah
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5. |
Head in the Noose
03:47
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Pushed, pumped, pattered,
Advertised in lost and found
you gave up everything that mattered
for a man who kept you down
Still you keep on falling find yourself on the ground
And in your head that man has started swimming around
Don’t just stand there with you head in the noose
You gotta get a little wriggle on and cut the man loose.
Cut him down, shut him down, take him out yeah
Blow the man down
You gotta throw your weight around all over the place
Come on and do it quick now
Before you fade without a trace
Don’t just stand there with your head in the noose
Get a little wriggle on and cut the man loose.
Cut him down, shut him down.
Shy and gentle only wanted to be held
Girl you’re oh so sentimental
It’s as if you are be-spelled
But you’re the innocent for whom the story turns out well
So holster up your hunting knife
Let’s give old wolfie hell
Don’t just stand there with you head in the noose
You gotta get a little wriggle on and cut the man loose.
Cut him down, shut him down, take him out yeah
Blow his house down
You gotta throw your weight around all over the place
Come on and do it quick now
Before you fade without a trace
Don’t just stand there with your head in the noose
Get a little wriggle on and cut the man loose.
Cut him down...
He loves you in that apron
But he says you are a bore
Cooking, cleaning scrubbing still you wil not ask for more
Cos every time you threaten Prince Charming pouts some more
Are we waiting for a pumpkin
Or shall we show the prince the door?
Don’t just stand there with you head in the noose
You gotta get a little wriggle on and cut the man loose.
Cut him down, shut him down, take him out yeah
Blow the man down
You gotta throw your weight around all over the place
Come on and do it quick now
Before you fade without a trace
Don’t just stand there with your head in the noose
Get a little wriggle on and cut the man loose
Cut him down, shut him down
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The Screaming House Madrigals Woburn Sands, UK
The Screaming House Madrigals are a dynamic four-piece indie-folk blues band from Milton Keynes, formed in 2006 by Jo and
Mahmut Dervish as a vehicle for their song writing partnership. Creating a distinctive sound with influences from Led Zeppelin, Howlin’ Wolf, Etta James and The Specials to Stevie Wonder, with jazz infusions.
All material is written by, Mahmut (music) and Josephine (lyrics).
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