1. |
Emily
03:12
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I don't wanna walk into this with my eyes closed
But her smile has me feeling kinda wistful
Like I lost too many years to care
I love the way she dresses like the world is falling backwards
And the only way to live is to be reckless
Like she's compelling you to smile if you dare
Money on the outside
Hardy on the in
When she kissed me I cried
And she answered with a grin
Middle of the dancefloor
Smiling through the tears
She's the one I adore
Now she's the only thing I fear
I found my self esteem round the back of my friend's house
Drinking tinnies till the neighbours call the boys round
Walking home as the sun appears
Windows splitting up the party into boxes
Made a front row for the scene of my first kiss
Gave a bow as the night broke out into cheers
Money on the outside
Hardy on the in
When she kissed me I cried
And she answered with a grin
Middle of the dancefloor
Smiling through the tears
She's the one I adore
Now she's the only thing I fear
Tripping over my words
Never quite sure
How to be the type of
Person she'll endure
I hope she treats me softly
And when she lets me down
I hope that she'll think fondly of the creature that she found
Heart attacks from holding hands
And waiting for her texts to land
Playing pool as best I can
With rolled up sleeves and farmer's tans
The longest summer I ever had
Thin white sheets and broken fans
Seeing each night through the lens
Of being drunk in love
If I never had a happy life
At least I can say that I tried
To throw myself into the kinds
Of situations that inspire
The songs I sing at 25
That capture hope with all my might
I gave them to the open sky
And love without ever asking why
Oh why
Money on the outside
Hardy on the in
When she kissed me I cried
And she answered with a grin
Middle of the dancefloor
Smiling through the tears
She's the one I adore
Now she's the only thing I fear
Tripping over my words
Never quite sure
How to be the type of
Person she'll endure
I hope she treats me softly
And when she lets me down
I hope that she'll think fondly of the creature that she found
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2. |
Madonna
03:21
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A picture of Madonna gazing down at her little boy
Even when I was sixteen I knew it was the only thing that would bring me joy
Now the world is hurtling towards some fiery end
I couldn't bear to see my little girl cry so I bury it in a haze of cigarettes
I say I couldn't give up the freedom
I say I want to dance until I die
I say I couldn't give up the freedom
But two steps back I die again
Her face behind my eyes again
I say I couldn't give up the freedom
I say I want to dance until I die
I say I couldn't give up the freedom
But two steps back I die again
Her face behind my eyes again
Two step beat and I'm fine again
Know how to trick my mind with a little foresight
Heart only breaks every now and then
I know I'll be alright if I dance until I die
It's sustainable in a city like Berlin
Where everyone pretends they're 25
(and the nights keep us alive)
Two steps back I die again
Her face creeps back behind my eyes
I say I couldn't give up the freedom
I say I want to dance until I die
I say I couldn't give up the freedom
But two steps back I die again
Her face behind my eyes again
I say I couldn't give up the freedom
I say I want to dance until I die
I say I couldn't give up the freedom
But two steps back I die again
Her face behind my eyes again
I say I couldn't give up the freedom
I say I want to dance until I die
I say I couldn't give up the freedom
But two steps back I die again
Her face behind my eyes again
I say I couldn't give up the freedom
I say I want to dance until I die
I say I couldn't give up the freedom
But two steps back I die again
Her face behind my eyes again
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3. |
Interlude
01:26
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My body doesn't feel like my body
My skin doesn't sit right
Lick my lips, feel the kiss of the cold wind
Skipping cracks in the pavement
Couldn't handle seven years of bad luck again
Another penny in the pocket of the big man
Another day lost to someone else's great plan
Another way in which I can't seem to get my head screwed on right
I've been dreaming of the summertime
The kind you lose when you hit 25
Full of blank slates and great debates
And kissing strangers in the moonlight
Oh I just wanna write songs in the summertime
Just wanna find a way not to waste my life
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4. |
Dedalus
03:14
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I keep one eye on a pale moon rising and the other searching for the sea
Hulking great towers looming over London cut the light as you rage for me
You treat kisses like a currency
To buy a pass for bad behaviour
You think that pain is the price for ecstasy
Cash it in now, you can save mine for later
And I tried to keep you off my mind
But you said you weren't alright
And I couldn't keep from rushing back
Now you want to dance with me, boy
Now you want to dance with me again
Now you want to dance with me, boy
Now you want to dance with me again
I keep half my heart back home in Manchester, the other half right under your heel
Late night your spotlight shines into my eyes and I hardly feel real
How you gonna, how you wanna, how you gonna treat me like that
How you gonna, how you wanna, how you gonna keep me like that
How you gonna, how you wanna, how you gonna treat me like that no
Keep me like that no
Treat me like that
Now you want to dance with me, boy
Now you want to dance with me again
Now you want to dance with me, boy
Now you want to dance with me again
Now you want to dance with me, boy
Now you want to dance with me again
Now you want to dance with me, boy
Now you want to dance with me again
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5. |
Madwoman in the Attic
03:38
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I could wrap you up
I could call you mine
I could
I could pull a gun
I could draw a line
I could
I could decide tonight that no-one ever sees me again
Set the walls alight and let the last thought tear through my brain
I could choose someone other than myself for once
Call your bluff next time you say I'm good enough
I could fling the windows wide to hear the bells for once
I could let you see me cry so you could help for once
I could ask for you to stay
I could ask for them to go
I could sit with you for hours
Right here in our little home
I could, but I won't
I could, you know I won't
I could, I could, I could
I could play the saint
All dressed in white
I could
I could talk in tones
Bring you back to life
I could
I could decide tonight that I won't ever make you angry again
Take the weight of my words and cast them back till they fall on my head
I could be someone other than myself for once
Call your bluff next time you yell I'm good enough
I could paint my face up nice and be the girl you want
Could just let you see me cry so you can help for once
I could ask for you to stay
I could ask for them to go
I could sit with you for hours
Right here in our little home
I could, but I won't
I could, you know I won't
I could, I could, I could
Ooh remember running mental laps around my heart
Ooh as the sun reflected petals through your yard
Ooh remember when I wouldn't speak
And still you thought I was
The type of pain you need
Ooh remember just how close you flew up to the sun to try and reach me
Now everyday we find another little way to hate each other
And each time you stay I find another fucking reason
I've realised
That I just can't
Live without you
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Sable Berlin, Germany
Walking the line between Northern English romanticism and Berlin club culture, Sable is an electronic music producer and songwriter with a focus on the everyday and the intimate.
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