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Shut Up Get out of here
02:39
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She went off
like an annoying cough
but you just knew she’d be back
sooner than you could clear your throat
she acts like an old billie goat
smuggly finding time to gloat
bout an argument won
eaten clothing melting in the sun
you realise everyones gone home
except you and the seagulls
okay theres still a few hangers on
who you’d rather see go
and they don’t really want to know
or woud ever consider to take you back home
Everyyear it becomes more clear
When it comes to loneliness theres little to fear
Because theres a much bigger price by letting anyone near
They can twist your shy veneer and make you want to scream
Shut up get out of here
I’d rather be alone my dear
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Anyway
02:36
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As the hand reaches
around the door knob you want to hide but it
Gripped tight turns right
it squeeks while he’s twirsting your words around
as my stomach churns and my heart burns knowing soon all your problems will be mine
Has anything ever been right
when it comes to your life
I see the last of days sunlight
as you force your way into my door
I’m a prisoner falling to the floor
But all that you can say is
anyway anyway
your reply to anything I say is anyway
as my stomach churns and my heart burns knowing soon all your problems will be mine
But all that you can say is
anyway anyway
Yes all you can say to me is anyway
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i see them naked hand in hand
firey woman and floaty man
They giggle in little squeeks
She is crazy man and he’s rather meek
Meanwhile the horse is patiently yearning
a shorty horsy with manes of white
dizzy at their dazling natural sight
their flowers he does often eat
They grow from floating mans tears of joy
living in this trippy fucking world
fiery woman flies above them
high on too much crack
But when you turn the
When you turn the painting around ….
she still looks like
she still looks like shes high on crack
turn the
turn the painting right around man
she’s high, so high, high, high, high, high
on crack, she’s so high high high, high
turn the painting x3
turn the, turn the
Shes high x4
i see them naked hand in hand
firely woman and floaty man
They giggle in little squeeks
they are at their drug taking peak
She is crazy and he’s rather meek
Ohh floaty man, why so glum?
Fiery girl
Fiery girl will give you some
give you some
Fiery girl will give you some
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Prison
05:03
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Daddys has been in jail most of my life/he knocked my mother up
the day he committed a big crime/went down for arm robbery for 22 years/
was an accessory for murder even though he didn’t do a thing
whoo hooo whoo hoo the poor runt/
Maybe he could have told his brother/to pull his head in/Instead when he killed the police officer /he simply stood and let him
whoo hooo whoo hoo the poor cunt/
We visited him a lot /when I was really young
in maximum security/He said he loved my Mum /she hardly even knew him
It guess lonely inside prison/knowing she was out there built some great romanticism
whoo hooo whoo hoo the poor cunt
Mum didn’t seem to mind /as she thought he was quite charming/This went of for quite a while /until I was half past nine/We’d see him every weekend/Fuck we had a pretty darn good time/Then sadly like a twist of fake everything changed
My mum got breast cancer and end up dying/I stood there all alone in a home the day that I turned ten /Heart broken missing Mum with no chance of getting near to him
It was the first time I’d know depression/now my biggest personal demon
whoo hooo whoo hoo the poor cunt
Spent 5 years stuck in foster family/Until I ran away/when I put a single foot wrong the belt would be slapped right into me/Found myself living on the streets of Sydney and Kings Cross/Spent a while in an allay in Surry hills and some nights in darlinghurt
whoo hooo whoo hoo the poor cunt
One day I sat there so lost/I thought of ending it/I was sitting on a bench near goulburn lockup and hunt street/I was almost 21 years of age I felt like I was in my 50s
when I saw this man walking towards me and I knew that it certainly was him
I asked him siir are you my father/He relied by saying my name/tears rolled down both of our faces/we looked very much the same/he hugged me like a fathera feeling I’d rarely known before/it changed my life and also his /we knew we’d won a war.
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Steven X Davies Sydney, Australia
Singer Songwriter from Sydney Australia who has embraced the influences of the singing of his lovely Nana Alma's singing and a child and his Mum talent as a poet who wrote some beautiful and dark words. As a young man he found his own style and started writing lots and lots of unreleased things. In recent years he's branched out a bit more. Playing a lot more online in this covid existence 2020 ... more
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