Cotton White Linen
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1. |
Jealous Sea
02:40
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She’s got the money, she’s got the pretty clothes
I get the feeling that she knows everyone I know
And they love her, worship from head to toe
I’m sick of keeping my head above the jealous sea
Oh, the first time I dipped my toe into the jealous sea
Wanting, wishing, dreaming I could be somebody other than me
I could be somebody other than me
So I’ll hold it, havoc inside my bones
Remember only the mirror ever really knows
But she’s walking, floats past so unbeknown
I dive in deeper, just drowning in the jealous sea
Oh, the first time I dipped my toe into the jealous sea
Wanting, wishing, dreaming I could be somebody other than me
I could be somebody other than me
When keeping up is all I know
Too strong to fall, too shy to grow
Another fake, another clone
Keep it up, keep my head above the water, I keep it up, keep it up, keep it up, keep it
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2. |
He Said She Said
03:27
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A boy once said
that I’d look good in Marigolds.
Did it cross his mind,
the bruises he was leaving behind?
On my way far away on a bus to the station
risk a little education
on the ways of the world
from a stranger sitting next to me.
[Chorus]
Is it the clothes I wear? The tight blue denim?
Tell me what I did wrong!
It’s always he said she said.
You tell your sons
“stop crying like a little girl”.
And your daughters they know
their power’s in their glitter and curls.
Drift away while I wait for a change in the station
Playing with my reputation.
Slip away from the world
and chase me dreaming.
[Chorus]
Is it the clothes I wear? The tight blue denim?
Tell me what I did wrong!
It’s always he said she said.
And though you see it there in colour vision
this isn’t what I want,
it’s always he said she said.
It’s always.
Why is it always he said she said.
It’s always.
Is it the clothes I wear? The tight blue denim?
Tell me what I did wrong and on and on and on and on.
(Risk a little education)
This isn’t what I want and on and on and on and on.
(Risk a little education)
Tell me what I did wrong on and on and on and on and on.
(It’s always he said she said)
This isn’t what I want and on and on and on and on.
(Stop crying like a little girl)
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3. |
Inside My Head
03:34
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Lying here reliving my fears, I know
I can tell it’s time that I let them go
I feel you passing by me
Please time, go slow
I’ll walk alone instead and sing inside my head
Inside my head, inside my head
Sitting slowly holding my heart unknown
It’s building in my bloodstream, it’s in my throat
I watch you fall behind me as I unfold
It happened like they said, the lights are turning red
Inside my head, inside my head
Blinded by the glare of what you want,
Keep chasing something that I’m not
Oh but it’s clear to me now that I can’t be apart from you
And it’s taken forever to fight
I’m lying here, my fears I know
I’ll walk alone instead and sing inside my head
Inside my head, inside my head
Inside my head, inside my head
Can’t you see I can’t be what you want
I know my head, I know my heart
I feel you slipping from my arms
And watch it fall apart
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4. |
Cotton White Linen
03:41
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We spent many hours many days in a room in a house on the edge of the city
Counting the numbers each day on the radio, tangled in cotton white linen
How many days will we live in this living room, tangled in cotton white linen.
And how many hours will we spend with our faces pressed up against the window
Tangled in cotton white linen
Is it a time to be glad of our circumstances, is it a time to be frightened
When the world fell apart would I mind? Maybe I could find a little peace in the anarchy
Oh how many days will we live in this living room, tangled in cotton white linen
And how many hours will we spend with our faces pressed up against the window
Tangled in cotton white linen
We’re going back to the old ways, we’re ready and tired of the watered-down,
17 days and I’m used to having you around
Will I miss this ghost of a former life?
If I’m with you I don’t mind, maybe I’ll survive
Oh cotton, oh forgotten
We spent many hours, many days in a room in a house on the edge of the city
Counting the numbers each day on the radio, tangled in cotton white linen
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The Deep Blue Manchester, UK
The Deep Blue are quietly outspoken with an air of rebelliousness and punk attitudes fused with hypnotically beautiful harmonies and intertwined instrumentations. Their lyrics range from small, detailed vignettes and musings to anthemic calls to arms, with strong elements of storytelling and always deeply personal and reflective. ... more
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