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Little White Box
04:54
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Keep me in my little white box...
Throw some steel on my shoe,
But keep me in my little white box
Throw a little sand & dusty rock...
On top of my little white box,
Stuff my chops & break my locks,
But keep me in my little white box
Meet me in the morning when my superglue is forming,
Bring along that suitcase with your lies in,
Doll we won’t be itchin’, we’ll just feed ‘em to the pigeons,
Meet me when the golden sun is rising
Throw a little water on the sand..
Some sunlight and water,
some good sunlight & water on that sand
See the little shoots climb through the mud...
Oh I love those shoots,
those beautiful white shoots,
I see them shooting through the mud
Meet me in the morning when my superglue is forming
Bring along that suitcase with your lies in
Doll we won’t be itchin’ we’ll just feed ‘em to the pigeons
Meet me when the golden sun is rising
Now tear those branches off that tree....
I’ll make it plain & simple
Tear those goddamn branches off that tree
Better start carving up those roots.....
Get hammering & bleeding darling,
Carving up those roots into your shoe.
Meet me in the morning when my superglue is forming
Bring along that suitcase with your lies in
Doll we won’t be itchin’ we’ll just feed ‘em to the pigeons
Meet me when the golden sun is rising
Meet me in the morning & we wont go if it’s boring,
Rolling from the top where we’ll be flying,
We’ll go hilter skilter as we tilt ‘em through the filter
Meet me when the golden sun is rising
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2. |
Waiting For Teeth
04:41
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I lie on my side,
I'm just waiting right here on this shelf,
It happens to be 2012,
I stare out on the room,
From my dusty old tomb on the shelf,
There's only twelve that remain of my teeth,
Waiting for teeth
I dreamed I was dancing,
In some great golden palace in Rome,
The music of centuries,
Calling to me to come home,
But I don't wanna go home,
Got far too much here on my own,
I wanna wait on this shelf for some teeth,
Waiting for teeth
I half remember,
That day last November coz I cried,
You cut me and clawed me,
With the splinters you pulled from my eyes,
I said I don't know wanna know,
If you wanna go, just go,
Look at me,
Think I'm losing my teeth
All I have is right here,
I need nothing outrageous,
Just to be clear,
But I envy the bristle of my comb,
Drink acid from the battery of my phone,
I lie on my side, I been sucking my gums,
I can't speak,
Waiting for teeth
Waiting for teeth
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3. |
Unto The Sun
03:51
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On my knees I'm asking why,
The days are rolling into one,
Spread my wings into the sky,
Set my course unto the sun
Gazing from my open window,
Whispered words was just for fun,
I cut my arm found I was bleeding,
Wasting words, upon the one
I looked into the future,
and I saw right there my future Son,
I said to him, my name is waiting,
For your time, my time has come,
I've got to go now, places to see,
Places to be, places to make my own now,
I've got to know, got to go,
I'll see you Son when you have grown
On my knees I'm asking why,
The days are rolling into one,
Spread my wings into the sky,
Set my course unto the sun
Shine a light into the mirror,
Move your eyes, move your eyes
Shine a light into the mirror,
Move your eyes, oh move your eyes
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4. |
Apple Tree
03:54
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I knew a man who was ten feet tall,
I knew a man who could climb up the wall,
I knew a man who went down on one knee,
Apple tree
I met a maid, she was all up and made,
With her life in her hands, her expenses all paid,
By the lord up above, who said she was saved,
Apple tree
Oh apple tree, you look lovely to me,
Your fruit is so red, so soft and so shiny,
Oh apple tree, you look lovely to me,
If i shake your branches, will you drop some for me?
All of my life, I've worked in the garden,
I work for no money, and I've got no children,
My fingers are green, but my heart is broken,
Apple tree
As the season is turning my hair's turning colour
To grey, as i grow old i think of my mother,
She loved me i missed her now she's buried under,
The tree
Oh apple tree, you look lovely to me,
Your fruit is so red, so soft and so shiny,
Oh apple tree, you look lovely to me,
If i shake your branches, will you drop some for me?
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Duke Bradley London, UK
Duke Bradley is the stage persona of Ian Phillips, an English songwriter and musician based in St Leonards-On-Sea. Surreal, tender, earthy, deathly and a dash of the diabolical. His self-produced 2016 debut EP Waiting For Teeth showcases his multivaried, intense and dark surrealistic songs, a thick layered instrumentation and a distinctive rich baritone story-telling vocal delivery. ... more
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