1. |
Soup
02:48
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2. |
The First Time
03:30
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I've been in love with you for years
You've smelled my sweat, you've heard my tiers
I have no money, only insults
With which to win your jaded heart, to win you over
For the first time
I thought I'd seen those eyes a million times
But I was never looking right
For the first time
I thought I'd seen those eyes a million times
But I was never looking, was never looking right
I've been in love with you for years
You've blocked my calls, you've warned your peers
I'd serenade you if I knew how
But the words stick in my throat, as if I'd regret them
For the first time
I thought I'd seen those eyes a million times
But I was never looking right
For the first time
I thought I'd seen those eyes a million times
But I was never looking, was never looking right
I'll offer you my love of sorts
And all the insults I can afford
I'm looking at you for the first time
In glorious technicolour, in all your splendour
For the first time
I thought I'd seen those eyes a million times
But I was never looking right
For the first time
I thought I'd seen those eyes a million times
But I was never looking, was never looking right
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3. |
Love Of Sorts
03:05
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Day seven of week sixteen, you hear a young man crying,
faithless hearts and Godless teens never tire of trying.
She advertised her beaming face in front of many suitors,
sinister lighting, loud soundtrack, replace the clientele's computers.
I'm gonna fill a post-it note of tiny words,
describing how your hair curls around your ears.
I'm gonna touch your soft face with my blistered hands,
and picture how your hair smells when I kiss you.
It's been sixteen hours and two minutes since I last heard from her fingers.
That aching sense of lust burns through, I'd forgotten how it lingers.
When she closed her eyes that night and breathed a steady rhythm,
I thought that I would find myself but I lost so much of me in them.
I'm gonna press your head against by bleeding heart
and stain your hair with all my sins and lies.
I'm gonna sketch your heartbeat in an old diary
to stop myself from staring at your thighs.
I'm in love of sorts, I'm in love of sorts.
I'm in love of sorts, I'm in love...
I'm gonna fill a post-it note of tiny words,
describing how your hair curls around your ears.
I'm gonna touch your soft face with my blistered hands,
and picture how your hair smells when I kiss you.
I'm gonna press your head against by bleeding heart
and stain your hair with all my sins and lies.
I'm gonna sketch your heartbeat in an old diary
to stop myself from staring at your thighs, at your thighs.
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4. |
Meat Cleaver
03:05
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At first I was afraid of
The look upon her face
And the meat cleaver looking restless in her hand
In my disheveled state I
Could tell she was just waiting
To second guess a lying cheating man
At first I was terrified of
The look in both her eyes
And the meat cleaver looking restless in her palm
Now I am quite naive
But even I can clearly see that
The chances were that I would come to harm
Faster than sound
Appear without a trace
Got an attitude like a slap in the face
Next thing I know
I'm pinned back in my seat
Being slapped around like a bloody slab of meat
You look at me like you could cut me open
You have a cleaver in your smile
When I'm sarcastic it is you I think of
Lying unconscious on the tile
I know that I'm XY but
Somehow I still sleep at night
Despite the bad my genes compel me to perform
I suppose it's just the fashion
A desperate crime of passion
We've learned our lesson, we have had our turn
Faster than sound
Appear without a trace
Got an attitude like a slap in the face
Next thing I know
I'm pinned back in my seat
Being slapped around like a bloody slab of meat
You look at me like you could cut me open
You have a cleaver in your smile
When I'm sarcastic it is you I think of
Lying unconscious on the tile
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I wonder what it's like to be the fifth Beatle,
I wonder what it's like to be on the titles of Match of the Day,
I wonder what it's like to be Harris trying to break your legs,
and I wonder what it's like to fail every time.
But I don't care about that second liver.
But I don't care, you'll always be my hero.
But I don't care about that second liver.
Hey twinkletoes, where did that liver go?
Oh where did that liver go?
I saw you on the telly, you're looking frail and underweight,
but I didn't see an old man, I saw twinkletoes!
Dribbling and making fools of Gordon Banks and Bobby Moore,
after a heavy night's drinking!
But I don't care about that second liver.
But I don't care, you made someone a happy donor.
But I don't care about that second liver.
Hey twinkletoes, where did that liver go?
I saw the way you were, I saw what you became,
of all the things you've done you shouldn't feel ashamed,
because no amount of soberness could make the magic in your legs,
so I salute your flawed genius.
But I don't care about that second liver.
But I don't care, you made someone a happy donor.
But I don't care about that second liver.
Hey twinkletoes, where did that liver go?
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6. |
Pretty Smoker, 24
03:02
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24, nice hair, smells of cigarettes,
I'm not sure if she wants to be my girl.
Occasionally she'll kiss me, like she really means it,
and it feels like I've never been lonely before.
But I don't care about the cigarettes,
I don't care about the attitude,
the piercing in her tongue I can get used to.
I can live with the alcohol,
the draft beside the fire door,
as long as she'll still kiss me on this dance floor.
I'll ask her back to my place every now and then,
with only moderate expectations.
She don't look good in photos, or none that I've seen,
but she's so pretty when we're face to face.
But I don't care about the cigarettes,
I don't care about the attitude,
the piercing in her tongue I can get used to.
I can live with the alcohol,
the draft beside the fire door,
as long as she'll still kiss me on this dance floor.
I don't care about the cigarettes,
I don't care about the attitude,
the piercing in her tongue I can get used to.
I can live with the alcohol,
the draft beside the fire door,
as long as she'll still kiss me on this dance floor.
I can live, oh I can live,
just as long as she's still kissing me once I'm too drunk to think.
I can live, oh I can live,
if she amuses me as much as she confuses me by 2 a.m. tomorrow.
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7. |
She's Gaining Weight
03:47
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No one will suspect a thing at all
I think
No one will believe us anyway
Or at least I hope
She says she don't expect a thing from me
She tells me she can cope fine on her own
But what if I expect something from me?
Then what should I do?
I'm going to take her to the hospital
Tomorrow
We're going to see a low-fi image of
Her womb
Until then there's a chance that it's not true
And we'll go back to doing what we used to do
She says she don't expect a thing from me
But she can lie
She is gaining weight
She is carrying nothing, carrying nothing of mine
She is gaining weight
She is carrying nothing, carrying nothing of mine
No no no
I hope he won't grow up to be like me
Some how
I am what I am and I know I can't
Change that
So maybe they'll be better off alone
Without my want and decadence on show
She says she don't expect a thing from me
She wouldn't lie
She is gaining weight
She is carrying nothing, carrying nothing of mine
She is gaining weight
She is carrying nothing, carrying nothing of mine
Maybe one day he'll come and find me and
Challenge me on my selfish hiding
And I'll stutter my way through a sentence
Filled with words of remorse and repentance, all
From a different point of view
From a different perspective
From a different time and place
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8. |
Peep Show
02:34
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Lying to your Mother and your employer
...surely will drag us down to the gutter
Dancing to rock music in the disco
...surely will drag us down to the gutter
Sex without a condom with a stranger
...surely will drag us down to the gutter
Drinking till you can't stand, until you can't see
...surely will drag us down to the gutter
Inside, inside
Inside, inside
Love and sex consumers with credit cards
...surely will drag us down to the gutter
Smoking crack on weekdays during your tea break
...surely will drag us down to the gutter
Stealing from a small man to show you can
...surely will drag us down to the gutter
Selling smack to minors in a school yard
...surely will drag us down to the gutter
Inside, inside
Inside, inside
Paris Hilton, Jade Goodie
Sprawled over Heat magazine
Everyone's favourite heiress
Naked on the internet
You're too fat, too thin, too close, zoom in
Soft porn, female scorn, no excuses, heard them all
It's a peep show
It's a peep show
It's a peep show
It's a peep show
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9. |
Heroine
02:51
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It's all about perspective
It's all about good times
It's all about forgetting the reason and the rhyme
My perspective is shifting
My priorities change
Things that were unthinkable now happen every day
But don't shoot Juliet
You don't know what she means to me
If you care for me
Don't shoot my Juliet
I think about her daily
Obsess about her form
I'd steal from anybody any time I get the horn
She's there for me in hard times
And when I'm feeling low
She's fucking unpredictable but I'm never alone
But don't shoot Juliet
You don't know what she means to me
If you care for me
Don't shoot my Juliet
My sweet Juliet
She did nothing to harm us
If you care for me
Don't shoot my Juliet
So where you gonna go now?
When you've lost all that matters to you
What you gonna do now?
When the bubble bursts and all that's left is
Panic and loathing and loathing and panic and loathing
Panic and loathing and loathing and panic and loathing
But don't shoot Juliet
You don't know what she means to me
If you care for me
Don't shoot my Juliet
My sweet Juliet
She did nothing to harm us
If you care for me
Don't shoot my Juliet
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10. |
The Sinner's Prayer
03:22
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I've been foolish and unkind
I've been reckless, I've been rash
For several years I haven't thought
Before I act
I've fallen in and out of love
I've played with hearts without due care
I feel dirty I feel low
Looking back
Would you forgive me for all my sins
If I repent, if I repent?
Would you forgive me for all my sins
If I repent, if I repent?
I drank too much, I slept around
I alienate people I like
I step on the toes of my friends
Regularly
I've been from Soup to Heroine
I've weaseled my way out of things
I got addicted to remorse
And Love of Sorts
Would you forgive me for all my sins
If I repent, if I repent?
Would you forgive me for all my sins
If I repent, if I repent?
I repent, I repent, I repent
I repent
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Prodding Juliet England, UK
Prodding Juliet were a three-piece indie band from Durham, UK, that made a fair bit of noise between 2008 and 2010. In the years since then we managed to finish creating our debut/swansong album at a snail's pace and can finally rest in peace.
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