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Devour
03:30
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I’ve had my fill of New York City
I’ve had my fill of self-control
I consider my collusion
The sale of someone else’s soul
If there’s a trick to seeing clearly
It’s worth its weight in stolen gold
Regretting everything I purchased
Forgetting everything I sold
There was a light
There was a morning
I understood
and vowed to devour
There was a light
It was no secret
But I understood
And vowed to devour
We were taught to use the weapon
We were taught to use the art
We were raised on morning glories
We suckled on your broken heart
No more lies and no more secrets
No more letting dead men lie
Nevermind the old delusion
That necessary sins don’t die
There was a light
There was a morning
I understood
and vowed to devour
There was a light
It was no secret
But I understood
And vowed to devour
I’ve had my fill of my excuses
I’ve had my fill of self-control
I consider my collusion
The sale of someone else’s soul
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2. |
The Scratch
05:09
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I was such a young girl
In too deep
Now I’m just a dumb girl
Picking up speed
My passion is the puncturing
Of childhood dreams
Well, I’m not a very fun girl
But I still bleed
A little like a latchkey
Home alone
There’s no escape hatch
In the terror dome
The problem is a passion play
where you’re Saint Joan
And the only thing in fashion
Is to burn your own
I’ve been educated
In the itching of the scratch
I’m inseminated
But this egg’s already hatched
The secret is the severing
Of every attachment
Get rejuvenated
Get a brand new snatch
Get you ready
Hold it steady
The splinter in your mind
Almost ready
Feeling deadly
When you’re reassigned
I was such a young girl
In too deep
Now I’m just a dumb girl
Picking up speed
The thing is therapeutic measures
Get routine
I’m not a very smart girl
But let’s proceed
Don’t you understand me?
Can’t you see the need?
Won’t you satiate the hunger
Of the ghost in your machine?
The thing is therapeutic measures get routine
It’ll never be enough if you just can’t be seen
And it’s just that i’m concerned because you seem to be
On the verge of something awful let me guarantee
Get you ready
Hold it steady
The splinter in your mind
Almost ready
Feeling deadly
When you’re reassigned
Get you ready
Hold it steady
The splinter in your mind
Almost ready
Feeling deadly
When you’re reassigned
I’ve been educated
In the itching of the scratch
I’m inseminated
But this egg’s already hatched
The secret is the severing
Of every attachment
Get rejuvenated
Get a brand new snatch
Don’t you understand me?
Can’t you see the need?
If you don’t you satiate the hunger
You’re a ghost of a machine?
The thing is that you’ll never be completely keen
But you publish or you perish in this academe
Remember that eventually you choose between
What you want and what you’ve got
It’s not Byzantine
Get you ready
Hold it steady
The splinter in your mind
Almost ready
Feeling deadly
When you’re reassigned
Get you ready
Hold it steady
The splinter in your mind
Almost ready
Feeling deadly
When you’re reassigned
Get you ready
Hold it steady
The splinter in your mind
Almost ready
Feeling deadly
When you’re reassigned
Get you ready
Hold it steady
The splinter in your mind
Almost ready
Feeling deadly
When you’re reassigned
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3. |
My Name is Ugly
03:41
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There’s nothing left for me here
I’d offer my condolences but first let me be clear
I know you did your best, but
The math is quite straightforward when you factor in the rest
Maybe there’s something I can say
Express the inexpressible by strange communique
Its something bigger than life-size
But bear with a moment and i’ll try to summarize
I have a name
My name is ugly
But someday it will be so beautiful
I have a name
My name is ugly
But someday i will be so beautiful
So everything is on the line
Maybe Adam delved by right of patriarch divine
Guess that’s not enough for me
But give thirty seconds and I swear that you'll agree
I have a name
My name is ugly
But someday it will be so beautiful
I have a name
My name is ugly
But someday i will be so beautiful
BRIDGE
And I will have a body
And I will have a name
And rest in this samadhi
On a beach somewhere in Spain
And I will love somebody
And she’ll feel just the same
And we’ll take up karate
And we’ll be what we became
I have a name
My name is ugly
But someday it will be so beautiful
I have a name
My name is ugly
But someday it will be so beautiful
I have a name
My name is ugly
But someday it will be so beautiful
I have a name
My name is ugly
But someday i will be so beautiful
I don’t mean to oversell
And maybe I’m delusional but trust me time will tell
I hope you’ll see it in my eyes
But if you won’t, consider this the first of my goodbyes
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“Open Wound With Synthetic Parts”
Hear me out
It’s just a story
Nothing real
So don’t you worry
Don’t be scared
It’s not a secret
It’s just a tragedy
It’s all there
The ultrasound
In loudest din
And hush profound
Hear me out
It’s not magic
It’s just recovery
Come a little closer
I’ve come so very far
Hold me even tighter
Nevermind the scar
Sink a little deeper
I’ll sink a little too if you
Wait with me till morning
Til my mourning days are through
I promise you
I learned my lesson
I’ll only ask
What begs the question
Listen close
It’s not scripture
But it’s prophecy
Hear me out
I’m almost spent of
Pretty lies I
Told to tempt you
I swear to God
It’s not deception
It’s anatomy
Come a little closer
I’ve come so very far
Hold me even tighter
Nevermind the scar
Sink a little deeper
I’ll sink a little too if you
Wait with me till morning
Til my mourning days are through
Bless me, O Anatomy
Cruelest little queen
I want to build myself a home
Out of plasticene
Bless me, Lady Gravity
There’s an arc to my descent
Make of me a travesty
A vision Heaven sent
Rend me, Lady Zyzygy
Cleave me nave to neck
And make me just a little sore
But give me little deaths
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5. |
This is Not a Love Song
07:06
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Calliope, Calliope
I need to sing now, withered muse
Cold and caustic, old and cruel
Sweet mother don’t refuse me
Orphea the Sibylline
Her fingers long and delicate
Plucks upon her broken lyre
the strings of long lamenting
Mnemosyne, O Mnemosyne
There’s so much left for me to tell
I finished all of my forgetting
And I remember well
Error of Andromeda
No god or goddess to appease
I lay you now in fields of heather
And sing the sunrise in the east
Cursed be my finger-plucking
Cuz every note adds to the chain
But I would rather sing and die
Than sorry here remain
This is not a love song
None of these are love songs
I sing but songs of sorrows and goodbyes
This is not a love song
I’ll write no more love songs
Quiet now the pull of hook and eye
Orphea the Proserpine
Cast upon the very shore
Where Agamemnon sacrificed
His heart to Terpsichore
Is this to be my lot and portion?
Sorry, kid, but thems the breaks?
Singing songs of lonely longing,
To wallow wanton wide awake?
Mnemosyne, o Mnemosyne
Put me under Lethe’s spell
Give this gift of my forgetting
But she remembers well
This is not a love song
None of these are love songs
I sing but songs of sorrows and goodbyes
This is not a love song
I’ll write no more love songs
Quiet now the pull of hook and eye
I wrote here in hopes there’d
Be world enough and time
Instead I’ve been led by
Thoughts blinder than the blind
If dreams be deceivers
Then needs must words define
None of these are love songs
Just dirges intertwined
This is not a love song
None of these are love songs
I sing but songs of sorrows and goodbyes
This is not a love song
I’ll write no more love songs
Quiet now the pull of hook and eye
Calliope, Calliope
Bear me drink now, mother muse
I’ll but sing for psychopomps
If mercy you refuse me
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music for sad fags and high school girls - trans af
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