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Frankie, if you're angry you should let yourself cry
You will never have an answer so don't ask yourself why
It's a waste of time, frankly,
If you're so inclined, Frankie,
You should get yourself high, dye your hair and get a nose ring and
Cop on
Before you know it this will all be gone
the way of pennies and of blights, and of your cemetery nights, so walk on
You are stoned and you are strange
You are terrible at change
so you should die a tiny death and close your eyes and take a breath
And
Settle yourself, Francine
The things you said when you were off your head don't make you a libertine
You're just a mean drunk, Francine you've been sunk
By a guy you made of polythene
Now you won't live to see nineteen
Francine
You've been wrapped up in white flannel, you've been pinned onto the wall
Remember when the sky was wide and you were ten feet tall?
And the city opened up and you just let yourself fall
You never thought "when I am halfway down, who will I call?"
And now you're small and you have cracked your lovely crown
There's no more gossamer and gold, just pick yourself up off the ground
And move on,
This does not make you profound, Frankie,
you know how you're wound, Frankie,
Far too tight for far too long, so get up and get on
And
Settle yourself, Francine
The things you said when you were off your head don't make you a libertine
You're just a mean drunk, Francine you've been sunk
By a guy you made from polythene
Now you won't live to see nineteen
Francine
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a song for sam & juliet
02:24
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I love the smell of the shirt you gave me
But I love the way she wears her hair
You know I care about you oh so deeply
But when I close my eyes, she's there
And we've barely ever spoken
But she called me sweet
Yet I love every little token that you gave me
And when you're lying by my side I feel complete
You are everything I've got
And she is everything I want to be
You are the beeches in the forest
And she's the sunlight in the trees
I've only ever seen you passing by
But you make me wanna run away
From this tired little, quiet little town
And yet he makes me want to stay
He is the smell of the wood smoke in my hair
He is the August sunlight on my skin
He means everything to me right here
And yet I'd love to let you in
He is everything I've got
And you are everything I want to be
You know I love the way he sees me
And yet I'd love to let you see
He is everything I've got
And you are everything I want to be
You know I love the way he sees me
And yet I'd love to let you see
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rebecca
02:33
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I'd have loved to be by your side
When you won your first academy award
And I'd have stayed
For your second, third, your fourth that never came
So long as you didn't get too bored of me
I'd stay until you dies I'd take your name
Lemme be your muse, baby,
Tell me why you're so confused, baby,
Said you saw a ghost onstage
So go audition for some other plays
The Thames is nice tonight, though I wish it were the Liffey,
But when the city lights it up
I've gotta say the river looks pretty
And I'm not ready to go home yet, so
Call me Rebecca and take me back to your place
I'd love to see the way the lamplight hits your lovely little face
Pour me some wine and let me fall asleep by your side
I didn't even notice when the lilacs died
I got so wrapped up in my pity, in my loneliness and pride
So I'd just hide myself away and watch another of your movies
Covered in chip crumbs and smelling of smoke,
Oh, what a pity, what a joke this night outside has come to be
I made myself so pretty and all he seems to see
Are the ways he could get killed in this comically small city
And the bugs on the bank of the river
And if this is as good as it's ever gonna get, won't you
Call me Rebecca and take me back to your place
I'd love to see the way the lamplight hits your lovely little face
Pour me some wine and let me fall asleep by your side
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the goldfish
03:48
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I'll be sitting by the window in my dressing gown when you tell me that you love me
Cigarette in my hand, you'll stand above me, black haired and black lunged and beautiful and clean
I've been fucking poisoned by your scene
This town is getting smaller by the day
And I have seen you everywhere but my ash tray
Since the day you said that you don't want me and that I should go away
My apologies, dear
I'm a burnout, a goldfish, sprawled out and I'm drowning in air
Can I try again? Whoever you want to be near, I'll pretend to be, here I am
Love me or leave, no please don't go,
I know you don't need me but I'll try to show you you do,
Third time's charm, for the goldfish, for me in the window and you
You stick to all my skin like glue
I filled up my collarbones like cups for you
And I am tired of being tired, of being painted green and blue
For someone with a pretty face I never really knew
I think it's time to start again
Watch all the tar that bubbled up slip down the drain
And I can see you gilded, illuminated, wrapped up in cellophane
But you belong in darkness, and there you shall remain
My apologies, dear
I'm a burnout, a goldfish, sprawled out and I'm drowning in air
Can I try again? Whoever you want to be near, I'll pretend to be, here I am
Love me or leave, no please don't go,
I know you don't need me but I'll try to show you you do,
Third time's charm, for the goldfish, for me in the window and you
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I think it's time for silence, it's been a long day
And I'm tryna find the words, but ive got nothing left to say,
So I should stop all the clocks and lock the doors and quiet down
Say goodnight, goodbye, I hope you're well, I won't see you around
And I won't mind
I've had such a lovely evening,
I hope you find
Somebody who loves you, who won't leave you behind
It might be time for silence, it's been a long day
And I'm tryna find the words but I've got nothing left to say.
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Greta and The Goldfish St. John'S, Newfoundland and Labrador
Greta Warner just wants to enjoy her life and make music despite it all: thus, Greta and The Goldfish was born. Inspired by everything from Steely Dan to Joe Jackson to Andy Shauf, Greta's style of indie rock songwriting is complex and atmospheric, with fast paced, observational lyrics. Greta and her bandmates are breathing new life into her music, and having an awfully good time doing it. ... more
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