1. |
Satellite
06:26
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I've forgotten how it is to feel this way,
Endless troubled nights and cold, distracted days.
Something in the way our lives entwine,
Words intoxicate like wine,
I'm too wired to show the best of me.
I used to be convinced that I had been reborn,
Stronger than I ever was before.
Little did I know how easily my threads would become unravelled,
By the merest touch of a hand, a hand so powerful.
You orbit like a satellite, I know you're in my sky.
I only see you when it's dark enough in my mind.
I lost the shine in my eyes,
Only arctic stares to hide behind.
I got used to being here, this was me no turning back,
Happy as the man who wants for nothing,
Cold to touch and hard to love.
You orbit like a satellite, I know you're in my sky.
I only see you when it's dark enough in my mind.
You orbit like a satellite, I know you're in my sky.
I only see you when it's dark enough in my mind.
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2. |
Kind To Be Cruel
04:51
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Dark night closes all around us,
Stars are old friends through the treetops,
I'm aware that this is not our world.
You take my hand, my pulse does not race,
Your tongue leaves its germs on my face,
I close my eyes and retreat into myself.
And then you try to tell me that your life's completely in my hands, that's too much for me.
I'm sorry if I've been a little too kind to be cruel, that's too much for you.
Signals missed and hints not taken,
I'm too awkward to explain them,
I just feel you falling down, down, down.
And then you try to tell me that your life's completely in my hands, that's too much for me.
I'm sorry if I've been a little too kind to be cruel, that's too much for you.
I tried my best to not let this thing get too out of hand, you wouldn't let me.
Please don't take my weak submission as a sign that I feel love you have projected on to me,
It's not there.
I'm sorry I let this happen.
I'm just weak so please forgive me.
I don't think I'll ever sleep again.
And then you try to tell me that your life's completely in my hands, that's too much for me.
I'm sorry if I've been a little too kind to be cruel, that's too much for you.
I tried my best to not let this thing get too out of hand, you wouldn't let me.
Please don't take my weak submission as a sign that I feel love you have projected on to me,
It's not there.
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3. |
These Demons
05:40
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She works the room, his heart rate races.
He knows it shouldn't feel like this.
He traps his trophy in the corner and he marks her with as kiss.
She knows exactly what she's doing.
Pulling tight until he snaps.
But he always seems to implode and she sees no fun in that.
How did we become these demons?
I'm still here.
And deep inside I know you are here too, just like the lover I once knew.
Behind the stoney mask of anger that you keep on just for me.
He could feel their screams were fighting.
They're spitting venom from their lungs.
Hot wrath turning to cold anger.
Neither wanting to be the one, who peels away the layers of armour,
To find a centre soft and warm.
To reset and call a ceasefire, lose the battle, win the war.
How did we become these demons?
How did we become these demons?
I'm still here.
And deep inside I know you are here too, just like the lover I once knew.
Behind the stony mask of anger that you keep on just for me.
And when the competition's over,
Gone are the bruises and the pain,
He memory recalls the good times and he's welcomed back again.
How did we become these demons?
I'm still here but we've become these demons.
I know you're still here.
And deep inside I know you are here too, just like the lover I once knew.
Behind the stony face of anger that you keep on just for me.
How do I break it?
How do I break it down?
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4. |
Don't Leave
04:45
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I remember endless summer,
Everything wild, bright and new.
The faintest touch that passed between us,
Sent sparks to me from you.
I feel you. Come to me, I'll heal you.
There's a love that binds me to you. Don't leave.
I found you in the summer but Autumn stole you away.
Floating down the river of death,
Where our bare feet splashed and played.
I feel you. Come to me, I'll heal you.
There's a love that binds me to you. Don't leave.
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5. |
Bella
05:24
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I sometimes used to wonder just how deep, how deep your beauty lay.
I have to admit, I think it only skin deep but you dazzled, truely.
We danced to Surfa Rosa and Outside and screwed to Nevermind,
With our guts full of whisky and lungs full of smoke,
Screaming to the heavens.
I always thought that I'd see you again some day.
It's all I can do to keep playing these scenes so memories don't fade.
You borrowed your quotes from Virginia Woolf,
Wearing Sylvia Plath's white dress.
I thought that you'd go with a pocket of stones,
You sweet, immaculate mess.
We used to make love at illegal speeds,
You'd say 'hurt me, baby' like I ever would.
I never could.
Now it seems the scars that you wore weren't only makeup for your role,
Of suffering poet but deep down I know you felt yourself immortal.
I can't say I loved you, 'cause that would be a lie.
We acted our play 'til the night turned to day in our parallel time.
You borrowed your quotes from Virginia Woolf,
Wearing Sylvia Plath's white dress.
I thought that you'd go with a pocket of stones,
You sweet, immaculate mess.
We used to make love at illegal speeds,
You'd say 'hurt me, baby' like I ever would.
I never could.
The darkness rising.
We're spinning blindly.
We face the foreboding sky.
We hold each other,
As time moves strangely.
Nothing exists apart from us.
You wanted to sing Jodie but you found Jodie sang too high.
So we sang David and Leonard until we laughed and cried.
Your wildness consumed me, a drug too hard to kick.
A heady, emboldening, life-affirming trip.
You borrowed your quotes from Virginia Woolf,
Wearing Sylvia Plath's white dress.
I thought that you'd go with a pocket of stones,
You sweet, immaculate mess.
We used to make love at illegal speeds,
You'd say 'hurt me, baby' like I ever would.
I never could.
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6. |
The Ogre
03:33
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7. |
Lament
04:23
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8. |
Sing It
04:19
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9. |
Queen of Mendacity
05:08
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Barney Byron Northampton, UK
Welcome! Here you'll find my latest self-recorded albums.
Stylistically, it's all over the place. What starts off as
one thing often ends up as another. It's all about the songs that I seem to spend my life chasing. They occupy my mind for a while, I record them and move onto the next one. I'm hugely self conscious about them but here they are, for the world to hear if it would like to listen.
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