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The sun’s been on the run
For some days now
Looking for some fun
It’s travelled south
Finding only shadows and the moon
It’s hoping to return here some day soon
My smile has lost its way and pointed down
It’s seen a thousand rainbows and it’s frowned
It’s looked out of the window on the day
Then watched a thousands rainbows fade away
But if the world has stopped the ticking clocks
And seconds wait inside a box
The sound of them just like a bell will ring
When it’s time for them to leave their home and sing
The night has sent a message in the stars
One that we had never seen thus far
It’s seen this blanket mist itself before
But spells out only letter two and four
My mind has gone adrift into a cloud
Remembering the bustle of the crowd
A fog of daily steps on tangled grass
It longs for laughing noise and clinking glass
But if the world has stopped the ticking clocks
And seconds wait inside a box
The sound of them just like a bell will ring
When it’s time for them to leave their home and sing
And time and time again my friend
The ending starts, the starting ends
The pillow rises and pretends
That morning starts and evening tends
To pass on by without a sound
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Out of Bed
02:15
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Well this is not good
Just mainly staring, not preparing a thing.
Well this is not food
Just mainly wearing slightly scary loss of mood.
Lie still, don't move, and it will pass
Lie still, don't move, just fill your glass
Another morning will be dawning for you
But not in your room
Well this is grown up
Just mainly waiting and frustrating with yourself
Well this is messed up
What part of privilege is the sabotage of your health?
Lie still, don't move, and it will pass
Lie still, don't move, just raise your glass
Another morning will be dawning for you
Just not in your room
But still I can't get out of bed
But still I can't get out of bed
I didn't go to war
I just sat in my head
But still I can't get out of bed
But still I can't get out of bed
I didn't go to war
I just sat in my head
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3. |
The Magic of You
03:33
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Life is a panic about where not to sit
A wait for one thing to end and another to fit
Life is a tenner when haircuts run dry
A moment of doubt, purple and shy
But if we can talk I know we'll get through
And we'll laugh
That's the Magic of you
The Magic of you
Life is the taming of what sits in the chest
That small swirling core of no sleep and of stress
Life is a mountain to climb without shoes
A series of mornings after nights on the booze
But if we can talk I know we'll get through
And we'll laugh
That's the Magic of you
The Magic of you
And if there's a darkness
I'll hold your hand
And if the world seems heartless
With you I'll stand
Turn around now, our songs in the air
If there's a choice to be made,
I'd have you there
Life is agreeing, supporting the plan
Suggesting the wording and scraping the pan
Life is a friend who will always be there,
A light in the shadow, supportive with hair
And if we can talk I know we'll get through
And we'll laugh
That's the Magic of you
The Magic of you
By the light of the moon
I'll change your tune
Wigs, champagne jumpsuits and buckets of food
Together we'll see there's not just one way to be
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Fly
04:18
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A little bit of time goes by again when sitting on your own
That you can use to fly or sing or cry when talking on the phone
A happy little fly goes by again just searching for a stone
Where she can go to hide herself before she flies back to her home
What is love if nothing but a fire light's burning embers for a higher life
I never thought I'd walk this road again
Fly
Fly
A little bit of time goes by again when sitting on your own
That you can use to fly or sing or cry when talking on the phone
A happy little fly goes by again just searching for a stone
Where she can go to hide herself before she flies back to her home
What is love if nothing but a fire light's burning embers for a higher life
I never thought I'd walk this road again
I've fallen foul of foolish
Got nothing more to do this
Fly
Fly
A little bit of time goes by again when sitting on your own
That you can use to fly or sing or cry when talking on the phone
A happy little fly goes by again just searching for a stone
Where she can go to hide herself before she flies back to her home
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Stones and Bones
02:09
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There’s stones and bones and crows
All over the widow sill.
And tones and rows and lows
All over this mountain still.
And those who know to go
All out for the seeking thrill.
Will show the throes and their woes
Right over this morning’s hill.
But I
Just wanna lie
Between the sun the sea the sky
You and I
A raging ageing man
Has gathered himself to say
That pages turn to dust
And everything ends this way
A cage on stage that saves
The dignity of this may
In time display The ray
Thats leading us all astray
But I
Just wanna lie
Between the sun the sea the sky
You and I
But I
Just wanna lie
Between the sun the sea the sky
You and I
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When I was
Much younger
I wished for
Doors in walls and I
Hoped one day
I would see
Some sign of
This other world.
Little girl.
Close your eyes
There's no monsters tonight
And maybe you will find your world.
The ceiling
Swirled patterns
Spiral staircase to
Mars or Saturn
And I
Lie happy
With heart lines
Un troubled
Unhurried world
Little girl.
Close your eyes
There's no monsters tonight
And maybe you will find your world.
To believe can sometimes seem easy
But darkness has wiped the sleight clean
Today might feel like an ending
But tomorrow we are free
The other world
Little girl
Close your eyes there no monster tonight and maybe you will find your world.
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Monday Morning
02:10
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On Monday morning is the day I will decide
Whether to stay a while or run away and hide ooo
Whether the time is right to open up my eyes
And walk alone and feel alive
On Tuesday morning is the day I will believe
I have ti all in place the life I ant to lead
I have a path laid out in yellow bricks and leaves
A perfect tapestry of friends and family
And on Wednesday morning comes the blues of yesterday
A holy trinity of loss and hope and pain
A ageing polaroid of outfits and of glee
Melts into tears and wine and insecurity
In Thursday mooning I will look out at the air
Get cross for wasting time and sit and while and stare
Think back to where I lost my way and didn’t care
And trace a path back to despair
On Friday morning there’s a shadow of the moon
And bigger things than me begin to loom
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Come
Calling winds flow
Falling leaves show
Morning heave ho
When did you say this would pass
When did the water flow last
When did the tree shed its past
And when…
Where have you gone?
Where have you gone?
Where have you gone?
My Summer Song.
Come
Rolling tides move
Stolen skies prove
That Broken hearts soothe
When did you say this would pass
When did the water flow last
When did the tress shed its past
And when
Where have you gone?
Where have you gone?
Where have you gone?
My summer song.
My summer song
Painted rainbows
My summer song
Hands at windows
My summer song
Talks and low roads
My summer song
Hope from all those
Tell the wind 'get off my back'
Tell the rain 'It ain't where it's at'
Tell the wind 'get off my back'
Tell the rain 'It ain't where it's at'
Don't let it get the best of you
I know I'll see you down the track
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9. |
Fade Out
02:25
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Test Card Girl Manchester, UK
Test Card Girl is a solo project by Manchester indie singer-songwriter Her first single 'Holds Me Down' was released in 2020 and picked up by BBC 6Music, Radio X, Absolute Radio and XS Manchester and she was named Steve Lamacq's BBC 6 Music 'One to Watch' in January 2021. She released an EP in Spetember 2022. ... more
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