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CHAMOMILE
03:19
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Bout time I checked my telephone
But my minds wandering
Relax trapped in my mellow zone
Build a fort around me
My first aid kits full of tea
Cos a friend of mine once told me
Put chamomile on anything
Your nose, your eyes, your thighs, your sighs, your pain
I don't know if it's the truth
But it sure cures the bane in my life
Thoughts seem to blossom when I slow down
I photosynthesise
Wonder if their written on a toilet stall
The flush never works for me
But my first aid kits full of tea
Cos a friend of mine once told me
Put chamomile on anything
Your nose, your eyes, your thighs, your sighs, your pain
I don't know if it's the truth
But it sure cures the bane in my life
Stress seems to linger when the sun falls
Darkness blinds me
Till I remember I'm safe at home
I can finally close my eyes
Put chamomile on anything (on anything)
Put chamomile on anything (on anything)
Put chamomile on anything (on anything)
Put chamomile on anything
Your nose, your eyes, your thighs, your sighs, your pain
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2. |
BLUE SKY
06:11
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Darling,
The day that you die,
Will be so sad
These rocks will see rivers fall from my eyes
And what fools love has made us
So I’ll make you promise
That darling,
You’ll bury me first
You’ll carry my body back to the earth
Where the grass will grow green
I can’t live without you,
Bury me
Oh how he wishes
And oh how he prays
That his blue sky,
Won’t go to grey
I’d say that I love you
But I’m so afraid
So I think of everything else that I could say
So in the nicest way,
I hope you put me in my grave
So bury me,
Play my favourite song by my tomb
And keep those daffodils
Forever in their bloom
With a sun that will shine all afternoon
I hope the first to die isn’t you
Oh how he wishes
And oh how he prays
That his blue sky,
Won’t go to grey
I’d say that I love you
But I’m so afraid
So I think of everything else that I could say
So in the nicest way,
I hope you put me in my grave
Oooh x4
Oooh x4
Oh now I’m wishing
And oh how I pray
I’ll say why would God,
Take you away
I never said I loved you
I was too afraid
So I dream of everything else
That I didn’t say
Singing love songs I’ve written
By your grave
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3. |
FLAME
04:32
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Once in our lives we all get a sign
Deep in our minds we hear a captivating sound
This little voice should be our only guide
If we fallow her we’ll be alright
For once in my life I got a chance
A ticket to ride one that's heaven sent
I'll make my fortune from that strong belief
That I can travel around the seven seas
I'm like a fire breathing dragon
A flying feels like heaven
I won't give up on this life
Join me and we'll paint the sky
Red with our desire
For once in your life you know that it’s time
Cause you finally found your partner in crime
You opened the door but I still broke through the walls
I'll show you something worth living for
I'm like a fire breathing dragon
A flying feels like heaven
I won't give up on this life
Join me and we'll paint the sky
Red with our desire
I'll be your flame
I'll be your flame
The blood in your veins
I'll be your flame
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4. |
STRIDES
03:52
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Tears engrave a trace of their own strides
they seem to show just as we smile
deepening as days turn to weeks
dampening our cheeks with grief.
Shadows stretch and step aside
bordered by the evenings’ light
that glides down from above.
Pain it wears away in our own minds
it seems to show just as we smile
don’t be scared these wounds won’t ever bleed
the scars too deep for them to see.
As shadows grow the trees do to
like them we reach and our leaves come loose
they glide down from above
and die beside our feet.
Take a breath it’s a gift from the trees
let your strides guide you through with ease.
And brush away the weight of all your fears
and drain away the weight of all your tears.
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5. |
MAKE LOVE
06:02
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You are so close to me
So close I can almost hear you sneak
Those secret looks that you throw at me
That I pretend I just don't see
But have become the reason that I breathe
You smile behind your books
Which if fine it means that you don’t see me look
At the way I’d like to kiss your neck
And have your hands down my tenderness
Oh I like the way you do….
Baby make love to me sideways
The silence we keep it drives me crazy
Nobody else drives me up the wall
If you come into my bedroom
Let’s get it on
Baby make love to me sideways
At the way our fingers intertwine
I feel it from the base of my spine
Oh can you make me come alive
Baby make love to me sideways
The silence we keep it drives me crazy
Nobody else drives me up the wall
If you come into my bedroom
Let’s get it on
Baby make love to me sideways
(When I get this feeling
And you know I get this feeling
I want just your sexual healing)
Baby make love to me sideways
The silence we keep it drives me crazy
Nobody else drives me up the wall
If you come into my bedroom
Let’s get it on
Baby make love to me sideways
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6. |
HOLD OUT
03:52
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She sits amongst the crowd
Isolation on her face
Compressed stress within this space
She needs to let this out
It's been building
She can feel it
In the palm of her clench fist
But the word showcase in front of her face
Let's her know that she can't resist
She stands when he asked
Her guitar in her grasp
And stumbles before she even starts
Her cheeks look flush
As goosebumps rush
To catch her racing heart
Oh child, hold out
I know you hold onto doubt
But still I see you try
So hold out
Out of place in the crowd
She takes to centre stage
The stress is wash away with waves
Her sea of supple sounds
The key seems warm
But the voicing is torn
‘Feels like a calm before the storm
Oh child, hold out
I know you hold onto doubt
But still I see you try
So hold out
We sit with a sickness wishing we're different
but just as gifted as she is but what's the reason
for these hunting chords of glory
bringing the strings alive with heightened vibes of life so I can see them
In the echoes of an intelligent spectrum of elements.
Brooding low notes bellow, her falsetto is heaven sent
Whispers of an image the picture depicted in melody.
Fingers sweaty slipping but gripping our souls sensually.
But how the fuck does she do it?
She captures the immaculate factor that's missing in music.
Is it something we can match or is it pointless trying to pursue it?
The sickness is spreading and turning into a terminal illness.
Envious energy sending us on an eternal, internal search for brilliance.
So natural comparison grabs us and has us stressing,
every paragraph and passage is riddled in self assessment.
So when we see someone achieve, honestly,
Jealousy infects us.
Oh child, hold out
I know you hold onto doubt
But still I see you try
So hold out, child.
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7. |
TROUBLES FOR TEA
04:09
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Is this real?
Or am I talking to me?
I’ve been having troubles round for tea
Lady Grey’s been brewing in our tears
Gather round, for gossip 411
Irresistible to gnomes and flower buds
Daisies call me crazy through their teeth
Dandy lions rushing to be free
Gather round, life is not a dream
But little do they know, they’re swimming in my stream
Is this real?
Or am I talking to me?
Ticking, the clock tells me I’m needy
But lately, I’ve been hugging a lot less trees
Gather round, quit your endeavours
Sometimes forever is just a second
Giggly human beans are such a treat
Safety, until their gaze is set on me
Gather round, these pseudo thoughts are bleak
And this piece is based upon a circus freak
Is this real?
Or am I talking to me?
Unhinged, my door is made of floating beads
Kooky, until the voices start to speak
Gather round, the party has arrived
But I look up and see only I
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Sleepy Folk London, UK
Sleepy Folk are a four piece alternative folk band from the land of dreamers. The Sleepies bring harmonies to cuddle your ears and melodies to hold your hand through a trance of creative introspection.
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