1. |
To Cause Thought
03:35
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To Cause Thought
By Adelaide Štolba
A1:
I write for the cause of the 2nd good idea
Dual as the sun on my lover's tongue
Dual as the sun
Dracula's daughter had a dangerous habit
(she was trouble)
Of putting pen to paper on the black sabbath
(so very troubled)
The count's successor had the nastiest itches
Always chasing down the Pentecostal white rabbit
Sweet little dove now perceived by a snake
told me all of my love could only ever be pain
CHORUS:
I wish that all the angels would wear leather and chains
So I could hear them coming to touch me
Touch me
B:
On my folded shoulder
With organ, organ, organ luminescent
Saints on the windows
Hands over hands over hands over hands
The throat, the hub of the ego
I'm distracted to distraction
'Till the angel pulls me back in and says:
"Where have you been?
Where have you been all this long, long life of mine?
All this long, very long, long life."
A2:
Just want to be like Billy Shakespeare
Make up some words that'll stick
But smile once and you'll cra-ack
You smiled once
You smiled once
And I crack the whip
This isn't art this is fear and a buzz
In the ear
Inner fear
It will all interfere
All lead to fear
CHORUS:
I wish that all the angels would wear leather and chains
So I could hear them coming to t-t-t touch me
And if I ever choose to sit and abstain
(t-t-t touch me)
From the devotion that I hold for the artist's claim
To touch me, touch me
BRIDGE??:
Know that I am unwell
And serving no one
Least of all myself
Show me the rain and the earth beneath it
And hope for the best I guess
Show me the rain
Return to B
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2. |
Holiday
04:08
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Holiday
By Adelaide Štolba
A1:
When I go down to the shore
You can't make me stay against my will
There are laws in place to fit that bill
Did I leave you with more than you had bargained for
Dagger in my side holding the blood inside
Inside x3
Inside of me
B1:
Sing the songs you gave to me
In defeat, I'll give you the key
Seek relief in falsities
In this light, you wave sweetly to me, to me
Scar tissue, sometimes I still miss you
Sometimes I still miss you
A2:
When I give in and let you lay me down
I won't forget the methods you used to get me to the ground
There are laws I can trace in the dust on your walls
And I know you still see the faintest lines
Used to let the mice run over your face
and the moths alight on our tongues
Clutter the lungs
Cut the parts you don't understand out
With a blunted blade
And let it all fade
Let it all fade
away
B2:
Judge me wrong or judge me right
The restless court simply won't abide
Don't give up until you die
Maybe life's an oversight
Kiss me until it's dark outside
Don't let me lose my nerve
Before the wicks burn down
B3:
All the rushing thoughts and sighs
Wonder if they're still stuck in your side
Like thorns sunk into my eyes
Lover's words like bloated bodies turned in the tide
Sea's cold breeze
Sometimes I still miss you
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3. |
Our Best Work
03:03
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Our Best Work
By Adelaide Štolba
VERSE 1:
Bought some paper luck thought it’d be cheaper
See I hated every word that you said
Sweat the tape off your eyelids dry
Strip down as the heatwave hits
Seems you’re the type that would drink a white russian
Propped up against the piano
Notice the atlas torn a little at the edge
Holding up the bed
CHORUS:
Said it’s holding up the universe as it sleeps
Said it's only serving consequence
Said it’s holding up the universe
Said it’s only where we do our best work
Said it’s holding up the universe
Said it’s only where we do our best work
VERSE 2:
Headache pills and an old clock in a bag
What’s to say we won’t sit here all day
Watching it turn, letting it burn
(You don’t get a say in how I want to ruin my day)
And all the ways I wanna make it all grey
And hit my head against the wall
Until there’s blood that stains it all
Make any colour black you’re a contortionist
Simply scared to turn on a light
Let it just steal in sweet as a lie
and sink in like honey on rye
Until the morning's light
Until the morning's bite
INTERLUDE:
It’s where we do our best 3x’s
It’s where we do our 2x’s
It’s where we do our best work
VERSE 3:
Bought some paper luck thought it’d be cheaper
Now it's looking like rain every day
Something just a bit more fortified
Hard luck seems to be on my side
All the better to keep me dry 2x’s
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4. |
At The Theatre
03:22
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At The Theatre
By Adelaide Štolba
INTRO:
Lean into my side like the soft rain
Now that it falls almost every day
(Almost every day)
A1:
Looked back through the beaded curtains
your face in shadow now
Strange sound coming from your throat
You spit it out
B1:
I don’t know what it meant
Was I supposed to see it
Meant to see it
Gave me the kind of spooks
You don’t wanna get at night
Conjuring by candlelight
A2:
Why don’t you give up tryna look so mean
Like you’re never phased
Sit back and watch the show
As the curtains raise
There on the stage
A lady dressed in ocean blue
You cry out to her
Like a mourner from the pew
B2:
All heads now snap to you
You feel the mistake
You can’t catch a break no
“This ain’t your mother’s funeral boy,
You can’t just shake your neighbour and
Ask them why and expect them to understand”
(Ask them why and expect them to understand)
C:
Understand
To understand you
To understand you
Mmm
Share a cigarette on the balcony
I always forget how to light ‘em
So you do it for me
Sit and sing my silly songs to the birds
I thank you for it
Though I know you long for the crowd
Just flash me a wicked smile
Right before you’re up
Let me know you’re on my side
Even as the heavens pull back the tide
I don’t want to take credit for
All of your bad moods
They’re just so finely crafted
Though I fear I’m overlooked
somewhere buried in the names
No one really cares to see
like you don’t really care to care for me
B3:
All heads now snap to you
You know Surgical light isn’t this damn bright
"You know you gotta
Keep it together man
There’s no time for screaming at the theatre
Not even for the cowering playwright!”
("Sir we are going to have to ask you to leave.")
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5. |
Dress Me Up In Silver
03:18
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Dress Me Up In Silver
By Adelaide Štolba
A1:
Picture me in a car I can’t drive
As a poet pockets a parking ticket
He’s living for the sun and the breeze
Hasn’t spoken to a single soul in weeks
You’re fading into view
Expensive chemicals line the bathroom walls
Well, it was something you said
(Well, it was something you said)
How am I supposed to know when you mean to
B1:
Cut me down the middle
And open me up
Dress me up in silver
Then let me bleed out
I saw an angel last night in the science
Kiss me in the crooked bend of the silence
Dress me up in silver
Then dance me to the river
Put rollers in my hair
And a stroller for the fruit I bear you
I saw a star walking in the twilight
She heard me violate the guitar
In sweet tribute to you
You
A2:
Indulge me
Tell me all your friends are charmed by me
Show me the yellow flowers by the road
Catch my eye on the shards of glass
Red tears but I only deserved it
Heavy machine
A lover’s face now turned to stone
Here’s that something I’ve been so damn worried about
Flatten out, fold in on yourself
B2:
Collapse the chairs down make your way up my stairs
The night loses all dimension when you say you’re
"Thinking of heading off soon, early morning."
Here’s that soft heel I’ve been so strung out about
So just dress me up in silver
And tell me I’m a winner
Give me all the distractions
Of a simple sinner
We only set the house on fire to keep it warm
It was a loud prayer
In a whispering township
down ship
Let's take a dip with all the silver fish
Around my head
Like a crown they said
It was almost a gift
In the radiant torment of the brightening
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6. |
Tell Me Secrets
02:48
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Tell Me Secrets
By Adelaide Štolba
See your outline in the doorway
Distorted by the glass
Tell me secrets x2
Tell me secrets through the keyhole
Then maybe the nausea will pass
Tell me secrets x2
Bury them with me in the backyard
Of the things I’d keep from sight
Not what I’d expect
Where’s murder or a mis-text
Now I’m not so, not so certain
Now I’m tied up in a stranger's basement
Just tryna get out a sound
Don’t tell you secrets to your neighbours
They’ll tell their church friends
Hope you and Jesus make amends
See I couldn’t tell a lie
Not unless the truth could make you cry
You know I can’t see that
See that
Mouth so wide
Smoke infested walls
There’s rats in the ceiling
Isn’t it a pretty eggshell white
White
Shine a light on matters
If that’s what matters
To you
Gain a little perspective
Doesn’t matter to me
I’m just placing the words I’m given in the spaces provided
paperwork as surgery
Don’t tell them where you put that needle
What almost happened
Let’s settle this with a little old-fashioned perjury
those walls are filthy
You keep a kid in this place
Words scrawled all across them
Like a junkies den
The low light is deceptive
Tarts glistening on the lacquered trays
Flaking
Like skin tight from the sun
Pass me another one
Those walls are filthy
Don’t tell you secrets
To Antiquers
They’ll lock you right up in a display case
Next to the china plates
And crystal goblets
Another useless object
Hope you don’t mind
Collecting dust
Call it building trust
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7. |
Home Again
01:07
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Home Again
By Adelaide Štolba
If I could figure a way out of here
I swore I'd never let it get the best of me
Promise I won't start a fire again
I know I may as well wait until the dry season
(Dry season)
Swear she's singing my thoughts out loud
Letting everybody know just how it's gonna end now
Shall we really start again from here?
Haven't we done this before?
I think I know that bend
Up ahead
Like it's home again
(Home) (home again)
And we're back again
(Back) (back again)
Like we missed it so
Like we're home again
(Home again)
Couldn't resist it no
Like we're home again
Familiar sounds
On holy grounds
But it's half past ten
And I'm staring at the phone for when
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8. |
Family Meeting
03:33
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Family Meeting
By Adelaide Štolba
A1
Kumatos remind me of my mother
Said you’d only give me one shot make it the heart
Said they might hit the road when the apartment's sold
Find a steady surface so the tape will hold
How they’ll do that in a van
I don’t know
Her plants rattling around
Send me a photo
Sleep in separate beds when they get home
If only it was all so easy to unsew
A2
Think my name could fit quite well in a verse
But it fits well in his mouth
And I never thought myself worse
Think I can tell you now she knew it all then
Those songs were heavy things
Kept hidden in a riddle by the weight
Grinding against the adrenaline
Waiting restless for all time to end
Waited for me on the bench outside
He never did that and I know it’s not fair
Yeah I know it's not fair
Cause I think he would have if he could have
I think he would have if he could have
B
Let’s lay out the good stuff
I’ll pick up something special on my way home
Family meeting
Maybe I’ll cry in the parked car
Before I make my way upstairs to pick you apart again
Pick you apart again
I’ll be late
But no one's surprised
After all it’s just us and the baying of the hour outside
Outside (us and the baying of the hour) 4x's
Return to A1
A3
Time is explicit its motion excludes sentiment
Maybe he'll write my name into a song
Maybe he'll find into one of my songs
Maybe he'll write her name into a song
Maybe he'll write her name into a song
into a song
Though those lyrics could never explain you
He’s a man too
Deserving no less than what’s true
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9. |
Murder Me
04:07
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Murder Me
By Adelaide Štolba
A1:
If you only knew the pains you've caused
And all the aches and bruises that strain at me when I sit around
Run away bride, note left on the mantle
Pull up your muddy dress
His hands strange on your white leg
CHORUS:
Murder me in my bed
Bones left full of, full of lead
You're gonna sell my soul
To the highest bidder or so I'm told
It's yours I know
Said I was dead, get out of town
Murder me in my bed
Bones left full of, full of lead
You're gonna murder me in my bed
Bones left in the tool shed
Woke up in a pool of sweat instead
A2:
I try not to use the words we used
when we're so sweetly tucked up
Just please need me more than I need you
Heaving up the weight of rotten words onto the pavement
Something to unsettle joggers in the morning light
CHORUS
B:
And it gets worse as time goes on
As I get everything I ever wanted
And it gets worse, and it gets worse
Give him hell baby you deserve it
He gave you hell baby he deserves it
That's what they tell you
It's what they always try to tell me
It's what they tell him
When he talks about me
Tell him how much better life should be
Than screaming and cracking from above
Wishing you were back in love
(Wishing you were just simply back in love)
And the pang of someone else at your doorstep every night
Tell him how much better this life could be (oooh)
Tell him how much better it could be without me
And it gets worse as time goes on
As I get everything I ever wanted
And it gets worse
And it got so much worse
Return to CHORUS
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10. |
White Knights
02:55
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White Knights
By Adelaide Štolba
A1:
Wasn't all white knights in my game
There were some blunders in the imperial chase
Didn't the light in your eyes teach you fame
Didn't even give him a chance to save face
Thoughts like wildfire in the rain
Taught to surrender if you feel a certain way
Forces of nature aren't to be explained away
It's not another you should fear today
B:
Tied your hands behind your back with a thought
Broke your will down like it was crystal or a meaning
Made you scared of the way
The moonlight could move
'Cross my pretty face when I won
And in so doing made you lose
I made you lose
I made you lose
A2:
Hiding behind pawns is a dead man's play
Dine in on your defences until you scream my name
Tell me to stop before the nerves allay
But that's my move and now I see
I can rival the best in you
The best in you
Return to B
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11. |
Seven Days
03:48
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Seven Days
By Adelaide Štolba
A:
It took seven days
For time to take everything we made
Overpaid and ruthless
My sweet thoughts are where the proof is
Kissed her sons and daughters goodnight
Before she drove into the river and felt
That after all that's been it was only right
So tell me what you've been thinking about lately
I won't hesitate but later I'll wonder
At the ease of lies and forbidden delights
It took clammy hands in the dark
Fumbling till they find a spark
Overstayed and permuted (ooh)
Your sweet lips are where some truth is
B:
And on the seventh day, I put my faith to the test
There's still work to do but I'll set aside the plough
Simply contemplate the excess
The waters golden, sailed away on heaven's crest
Sunday's grace so bold and engraved on the bough
Is this what it feels like to do your best?
C:
How could I fail you twice?
Give me my second chance
Better than moonlit romance
It puts me in a transient state
Not quite awake
Not quite the other way
No more mistakes
One last mistake
You made a mess of it
Try to understand
All this Hardware
Every last bitter strand of us
D:
Who made the gun?
Who made the bullet?
Let loose the gamma rays
Abuse her limits
You load the thing
You line it uo
Tell him to be
The bigger man
You could barely say it
His mouth was moving for you
What does it take to die?
Somehow we both survived
OUTRO:
It took me seven days
To untie all the reasons I stayed
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12. |
Fun To Have Enemies
03:16
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Fun To have Enemies
By Adelaide Štolba
A1:
Really so much easier to have enemies
Than friends are to make and keep around
Take your time to set the scene for their benefit
There are those crimes that precede the knife
Such sweet venom when you locate the wound
(Than friends are to make and keep around)
B1:
Suck it out, suck it
It'll close up all too soon
Such bitter wine when you pour from the source
And you source from the earth where the bodies ferment
These people pay some good, good money to cry
(Such bitter wine when you pour from the source)
(These people pay some good, good money to cry)
A2:
Say: "Can you feel this?" when you cut right in
Better to die screaming than to never feel a think
Say "This is what I ask for" when I break the skin
Better be defeated than to never use the sting
(Better to die screaming than to never feel a thing)
B2:
Drown it out in the night when you know it can't mend
All that you broke when you sold your soul to the future
Ignore her as a favour
She'll tell all of her friends
some nights you wonder where they all went
(go tell your friends)
Maybe she never really cared about me
Most nights I wonder where they all went
Seems like you make your life
You should lie in it
Seems like you made it to the end of the line
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13. |
Jungle Judges
04:13
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Jungle Judges
By Adelaide Štolba
VERSE 1:
Burn a hole through the ceiling
You don't know what you need
Told you once that I would never leave
Your smile's a desert of grimaced canyons and boneyard teeth
Silver acres stretch me out for miles
You know your organs stretch the same way, same way
Taken out and split apart
Sordid pout and custard tart
CHORUS:
The jury's sitting in a back room
Contemplating making your words true
They arrive and sink us into lies
You rise scales on your thighs
Come on sell it to me
An offer I can't defuse/Make me believe it like the truth
Won't you whisper my defense to the crowd so tense-
Don't you want to be a free man again?
Master of more than your own silence
The jungle judges wear robes of gold
And tigers rest their heads upon their brocade folds
Pink walls
And bars that make you weak
If only you and I could speak
VERSE 2:
Find your feet in a landslide
I fall to my knees
So, you got the steady hands of a paramedic
I got the restless hands of someone that just might get what they need
Never too bitter for me and I never too bitter for you
I can recognise that blood will stain
Until you say that life is built on pain
and the dumb stay that way
Until the numbers change
CHORUS
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14. |
Sunday Street
03:37
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Sunday Street
By Adelaide Štolba
A1:
Save a seat for me
Wasn’t it something to see
When I walked by on Sunday street
Easy as the rain
When it pours forth
To meet me
To succeed the sea
B1:
I have knots of hope and rope down my back
And there’s one spot I simply can’t feel anymore
There’s one spot I simply can’t feel anymore
C1:
And I’ll pick you out
In the lineup of phosphenes
When it's dark in my head
And I need to keep them fed
If it's fine for him to
Show he don’t need me
Then it's fine for me
To think of someone else
D1:
See I have nothing else to prove or to do
Pave my streets over with what’s left of you
Let the weeds come back for me
And the insects burrow under your taught skin
C2:
And you’ll rot away into what’s been
And hasn’t yet been
And it’s plain to see here
The powers that be
Are fickle and free
Just like you want to feel and be
You forget your place
And forget the importance of sacrifice
And that angels don’t bleed or concede
A2:
Pack away your doubt
Rest your eyes on me
Leave the pain in a beaten-up suitcase by the doorway
Hear it gushing down the asphalt
Roads become rivers without any purpose
B2:
But they reflect the moon and stars for us
And weather Jupiter with its storms
When we twine fingers
Over the gulf we’ve made
With our heavy hands and wickedly restless tongues
C3:
Let the blue waves
Never push past us into the world
Would the planet grow small and shrivel away?
Would we survive given such an ending?
Given it's all so dependent on the pending
D2:
So let them roll in and reel me out
I won’t contend
And steal my thoughts
And sink them into the dark again
I'll keep the idea of you in my pocket
Hold it tight at traffic lights
And in shopping cues when I feel nervous
But let me hear no more of love
But let me hear no more of love
As Sunday street goes down
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adelaidethegirl Melbourne, Australia
Another bedroom writer/producer
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