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Bad
02:37
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Is it just me
That wakes up with that nondescript feeling?
Is this my house?
Is that the way it goes?
Was it me that made it bad?
Was it me that made it bad?
'Cause I keep blaming you
But that can't be true
There's a war
In that Belly
I feel every
Every stomach acid fighting every food particle
Was it me that made it bad?
Was it me that made it bad?
'Cause I keep blaming you
But that can't be true
Run out of money I blame you
Car broke down I blame you
Got arrested, blamed you
Third World War I'm gonn' blame you
Was it me that made it bad?
Was it me that made it bad?
'Cause I keep blaming you
But that can't be true
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2. |
Following the Girl
03:28
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Following the girl
The one who mismatches all her clothes
But looks good
And knows it
The one you want to
Catch up and say
You're beautiful more beautiful than me
Without making it sound gay
Or stupid
Creating the whole conversation in my head:
"Hello
I admire beauty in someone so young
And I like you're shoes
And we're sparse as it is
But I know I look like shit
But I could beat you with
More money and sleep
And a trip to London
Maybe I could beat you today
But I don't have the confidence of my convictions
And you do today
And I can tell
So ignore that pretty lady
Walk on to obscurity
Walk on to obscurity
Hopefully"
She does glance at me
As she walks across the road
Maybe it was because she didn't wanna get run over
But I'd like to think it was because we were both a 'ten'
But I haven't washed my hair in three days
And I can sometimes look like a horse
So ignore that pretty lady
Walk on to obscurity
Walk on to obscurity
Hopefully
Give me your life
Even though it's probably ten times worse than mine
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3. |
Blustery Night
01:46
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How could it be
You barked up my tree
How could I fall
Without a cause
Or nothing to fall off
You break both my legs you know
When I am riddled with compliments
My heart won't take them all
You are the gatekeeper
The gate's always closed
Mother you're mine
Father you still have to fight
Mother you're still right
We'll leave it like this
On this blustery night
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No-one knows what it's like to be me
Except everybody
Involuntary invisibility
You know how to fall
You walk down the hall
And into this great big sea of faces
They cover you up
With their tears and their songs and their bust-ups
But they're making it up just to piss you off
Quiet, child, you're making me ill
I don't want to be ill on a Saturday night
It's not right, child, you hanging 'round still
After 24 years
My abuse should have killed you and I
Prefer me away?
Well fuck you and fuck them
I'm starting again
I'm starting again
If you want me to stay the same
You're loving again
But you're you're also ashamed
You know how to laugh at somebody's past
When they're still fucked up and useless
Settle it down' Miss Imperial
Life's just a serial joke but
The money's run out
And speaking of cereal
That's my lunch
My mouth is shooting off still
I don't want to be still on a Saturday night
But it's my life you're ruining still
And I'm glad I was thrown at my father like
weapon of war
When the nurses came in and they judged he set them straight
And said you don't know what it's like to be me
To be me
Me
Me
They're lunching away
Well fuck you and fuck them
I'm starting again
I'm starting again
If you want me to stay the same
You're nothing again
Very ashamed
No-one knows what it's like to be me
Except everybody
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5. |
Mucky
02:02
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Everything
Sticks to your skin
When you feel mucky
From within
Hold me down
Baby
Shake me around
One who made me
I’ve been screwing around
Lately
In my sleep
I think I
I’ve Been addicted to dirt
For a long time
For a long time
Until the one who
Epitomised it
Made me £260
Less in pocket
Everything
Sticks to your skin
When you feel mucky
From within
Hold me down
Baby
Shake me around
One who made me
I’ve been screwing around
Lately
In my sleep
Just to keep you happy
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6. |
Simple (explicit lyrics)
03:29
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This song’s so simple, like you
Easy to do
Easy, you fool
No one’s banking on feeling the consequences
Everyone shares
Makes me feel like I need to be abusive
Make me wait, make me wet, make me want to wash my face
You’re a dirty bastard, mate
Make no mistake
And the vultures that wait at the door
Have been there before
They’re trying to get there again
Make sure you know
They’re not your friends
I really did miss you, my sentiment’s true
Should have got myself more to do
And you should have too
You have ways, you have days of purified kindness
But this testosterone blindness
Makes me delve into shyness and that’s not me
You are dead from the waist up and it really hurts
I didn’t know it first
It’s okay, you still have the other girls
Those vultures that wait at the door
They’ve been dead before
They’re trying to breathe again
Make sure you know they’re not your friends
Surprisingly enough, though I feel for your girl
But that’s her world
And your bathroom towel
But fuck’s sake, to make me feel like a whore
When you opened the door
‘Round the corner from her
She who deserves more
And the vultures that wait at the door
Have been dead before
They’re trying to breathe again
Make sure you know they’re not your friends
And I’m sorry I got you so wrong
And you appreciate what I’ve done
But you got me so wrong too
You can’t fuck me so fuck you
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7. |
Not My Hell
02:58
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Mr, Mr stop picking on me
'Cos my car you see's not got a brake light
Just look in my mirror at me
You will see that we only have one life
I have three but that's not surprising
And it's nothing that I would admit to
If only you knew
If only you knew
I'm not sure if I'm singing for you
Or I'm singing for my education
I just know that the shadows aren't there
Despite Zoe's misinformation
Daddy daddy please stand beside me
To fight off this demon dimension
If it isn't you
If it isn't you
If only you knew
If only you knew
Now I don't understand
You stupid, stupid man
I'm tired and angry
Just because you have rules to adhere to
But my god what have I said
I cannot control my breath
Making sense out of nonsense
Who is your counsellor?
Don't wallow
Don't dwell
It's not my hell
God
Make me feel like I'm tired and strung out
No wait
You already did that
Make me feel like I'm not a whole person
No wait
You already did that
Make me rude and abusive
But shy
When I want to be rude and abusive
It's all on backwards
Eyes out of my arse
Sideways and frontways and backwards
If it isn't you
If it isn't you
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8. |
Surely Not...?
03:35
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Ginger’s face
Stuck to the roof my mouth
But I am ruthless, I am ruthless
His hands
Touch all lengths of my mind
But I am ruthless, I am ruthless
His eyes make me...
Smile to myself
But I am ruthless, I am ruthless
Must’ve been hot in there
For I am spark-less
You gotta believe me
Surely not…?
I would know
I don’t know
But if you’re high you drop
You wouldn’t let me go
Those hands would hold the deepest ocean in my chart
Housewives’ favourite, I wanna
Get that bitch out of your room
She’s nice on her own
Mr. Professional
I wanna rip those trousers off you
Just show me you want me to
Surely not…?...
Those facets are confusing me
I want it straight, I can take it
I know I have to ask first
I did not blink in spite of you
I blinked to stop me staring at it
Do you know who you are now?
What’s my use?
It’s all in my head
There’s no love there yet but
Must be the light
‘Cause I made you nervous, honey
And I refuse to ignore what’s in
My Chart
Surely not…?
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9. |
Cheese
02:32
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I sat down for two hours today, not able to move, not able to say
‘I miss you’
Until 3pm, when I did the ironing
And cast my mind back to Friday
And my counsellor’s face
She said ‘it must have been hard for you to say this’
I said ‘no, not really, it flows through me like water, in fact, I saw him today’
I saw him today
But she cut me off, let me out, now I’m here with this stupid question
So here goes
Why is it when I wash a teatowell in fresh soap, fresh water, fresh softener
That it smells like cheese
Is nothing in this house clean?
I know it sounds silly but I need an answer
Now
Do I sound kooky, interesting or strange?
Oh, strange
Alone
Today I can’t sing
But no-one’s listening
Why is it when I wash a teatowell in fresh soap, fresh water, fresh softener
That it smells like cheese
Is nothing in this house clean?
I know it sounds silly but I need an answer
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10. |
Balloons
03:58
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Balloons
It won’t be long now, baby
‘Fore your next life, your reticence
It won’t take long now, darlin’
‘Fore you get one that’s fulfilling
But I don’t know, lovely
What you believe in
God, I hope this is it
I got my sister in on it
It’s the first time, beauty
I’ve been stuck for something to say
I know how the hurt feels
If I times mine by ten or twenty
But I wish you’d believe me
When I say it will go away
He will go away
But now you can’t cope
‘Less he stays
Now girl, you keep on believing
That he is the bestest man
If it makes it okay now
To live and to understand
But I wish you could give
Yourself credit
To make up for what he
He doesn’t give you
Or at least believe me
When I say you are beautiful
You are beautiful
You are
Yes you are
On the way home were balloons
I wanted to phone you
But we are strange machines
See…
I remember things
Baby, don’t go mad
For men who think they’re gods
You were brought up subservient
Somewhere in there it makes sense
So use your intelligence
And your sexuality
Doesn’t make you dirty
Doesn’t make you a liar
Doesn’t make you me
Doesn’t make you unworthy
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Black is the colour of my true love's hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She's the sweetest smile
And the gentlest hands
I love the ground
Whereon she stands
I love my love and well she knows
I love the ground whereon she goes
I wish the day it soon would come
When she & I could be as one
Black is the colour of my true love's hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She's the sweetest smile
And the gentlest hands
I love the ground
Whereon she stands
I go to the Clyde
I mourn and weep
For satisfied, I ne'er can/shall be
I write her a letter just a few short lines
I suffer death a thousand times
Black is the colour of my true love's hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She's the sweetest smile
And the gentlest hands
I love the ground
Whereon she stands
I love the ground
Whereon she stands
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Jessica Grace Oxford, UK
Raised by wolves in the heart of England, Sniff Sniff used her experience in the wilderness to hunt for nuts and berries.
At that point she founded Jessica Grace, using excess berries to fuel the upload of the songs and wolf spit to power her laptop.
Her more recent work is a mixture of synth pop, acoustic lyrical folk, alternative and indie-ish.
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