1. |
Circle
01:06
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Maybe I'm just aware of the circle,
love is so close to hate -
I straddle the space with a grin.
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2. |
The Desire
03:16
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I'm so nervous I can't feel my fingers.
My lips have been invaded, I feel them too much.
Look at your body, so masculine and solid.
Does it put me off?
You schemer,
Little body of mine.
To desire or not to desire.
To feel or not to feel.
A woman's touch or a man's embrace.
To scratch an itch that needs to be scratched.
When I type for you I am more alive.
I want to see what I become with you.
So very different to the obsessions I'm used to,
but that's not going to put me off.
You schemer,
Little body of mine.
To desire or not to desire.
To feel or not to feel.
A woman's touch or a man's embrace.
To scratch an itch that needs to be scratched.
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3. |
Just
03:11
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I wear a piece of you around my neck,
it hangs like a blade
and cuts into people's minds.
I think of you laying in the hills,
far from the feet and fear.
A small but worthy life.
Bless me god,
though I haven't sinned.
One day I'll end up just like this goat.
A dried and brittle body,
stored in a cardboard tomb.
Saved and still.
It's expression lies
in the form of it's body,
the face all withered away.
Bless me god,
though I haven't sinned.
One day I'll end up just like this frog.
A skull exploited,
for human ideas of beauty.
You were beautiful before.
Silver pins reach out
from the hard white surface,
cotton attempting to restore.
Bless me god,
though I haven't sinned.
One day I'll end up just like this deer.
Bless me god,
though I sometimes fear
life much more than death.
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4. |
Want/Need
03:15
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The stainless sink,
the electric toaster,
the fork that can turn all by itself.
The new tv
and it's small remote
that can take you straight to Amazon.
Mmm...
I don't want it,
I don't need it.
You can keep it for yourself.
The floating bath,
the underfloor heating,
the speaker that listens to what you say.
The brand new phone,
with it's multiple cameras,
that will soon shut down so you have to upgrade.
I don't want it,
I don't need it.
You can keep it for yourself.
I don't want it,
I don't need it.
You can keep it for yourself.
When did we decide
that we needed to fill our lives
with so much stuff?
Fill us up.
When did we decide...
Fill us up.
I don't want it,
I don't need it.
You can keep it for yourself.
I don't want it,
I don't need it.
You can keep it for yourself.
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5. |
Little Finger
04:14
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A skull wrapped in tissue paper,
Blue caverns replace her eyes.
An emptiness consuming
that once magnificent light.
I wish she knew,
I wish she knew -
How much we love her,
she shouldn't be afraid.
How much we care for her,
there are no debts to be paid.
How much I miss her.
Oh, I want to go back
to those better days,
with a hug around my little finger.
It doesn't matter what I say,
the brain always gets in the way.
And her body's crying for some nourishment.
She could make the whole world laugh if she wanted to.
I wish she knew,
If only she knew -
How much we love her,
she shouldn't be afraid.
How much we care for her,
there are no debts to be paid.
How much I miss her.
Oh, I want to go back
to those better days,
with a hug around my little finger.
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6. |
The Reindeer
03:48
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There are no roads,
there are no boarders -
they may go where they go.
Unending land
meets a clear sky,
they move swiftly through it.
A billion pennies crack the ice
and down the reindeer go.
Down they go...
We may not see,
but rain makes it clear.
Round houses quaking.
What once lay firm
now runs away.
A dark evolution.
A billion pennies crack the ice
and down the reindeer go.
Down they go...
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7. |
Night Bus
04:08
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I get the night bus
when you don't want me around.
I get the night bus
when I've done something wrong.
I never know what I've done
until it's too late,
I always do something wrong.
I get the night bus
when you "don't want to overdo it".
I get the night bus
because I'm not the right person.
I'll never know who I should be,
until it's too late.
I don't even know who I am.
My master doesn't want me.
My lover doesn't love me.
My safety net won't catch me.
What am I to do?
What am I to do?
I get the night bus,
even though I am in pain.
I get the night bus,
though I shouldn't be alone.
I never know how to feel better,
until it's too late
and I've fallen down the rabbit hole.
My master doesn't want me.
My lover doesn't love me.
My safety net won't catch me.
What am I to do?
What am I to do?
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8. |
When I Don't Meditate
03:17
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When I don't meditate
the world seems pretty grey to me.
I always fall behind,
slip out of sync: mind and body.
Mind from body.
When I don't meditate
I find it hard to be around you.
You seem to drain me heart
and clamp my throat, so I can't eat.
Mm
And I would like to be the smiling Buddha statue,
but I wouldn't get anything done.
And I would like to be the one who beams with peace
and calm and love. I do, I really do.
When I don't meditate
I find it hard to fall asleep.
My ego throws me thoughts
to keep me fully awake: mind racing,
always racing.
And when I don't meditate
life seems to get stuck...
And I would like to be the smiling Buddha statue,
but I wouldn't get anything done.
And I would like to be the one who beams with peace
and calm and love. I do, I really do.
When I don't meditate
I seem to turn on myself...
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Kinna Birmingham, UK
I am a singer-songwriter, composer and film-maker, currently studying in Birmingham (UK). My work often focuses on my voice, and I enjoy singing with the piano, cello or (as a recent addition) the viola da gamba. I tend to turn inward for my lyrics, which often results in them being slightly ambiguous, however I aim to share personal stories that connect to others. ... more
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