1. |
Bruised Fruit
03:23
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It's the taste of bruised fruit; touch it to your mouth.
So sweet at first, suddenly, you realize it's rotten . . .
It's rotten, it's rotten; it's what you've gotten - when you thought he was
A plum ripe in your hand:
He's not a good man.
Take a picture; paint a painting. Put it in your gallery of artifacts.
He's a charmer, a disarm-er, but underneath his heart is dark:
So very dark! Newton missed the mark - oh no,
This apple didn't fall at all due to gravity:
It jumped right from that tree!
Mr. Evil Seeds: he.'s not what you need.
Unblemished skin, decay within, honey, he's all smiles and lies!
Smiles and lies! Better get wise, oh, He's nobody's windfall.
Leave him where you found him:
Leave him there on the ground.
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2. |
Little Red Heart
04:48
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V1:
I asked my heart how'd she get so savage,
Teeth like a beast, and bites, bites, bites!
Nothing to sooth - she riots and rages:
Howling around in fits and starts.
Ch:
Poor thing, all caged in her desire.
I wanna be the hero of the story.
Poor thing, her will all tied in wire.
We are made up of our mythology.
V2:
She said she is hungry from wanting -
Waiting and watching, and wanting to want.
All her bloody chambers are haunted!
Sometimes when she beats, it's all I've got.
Bridge:
And the heart wants what it wants, what it wants.
And the cells in us that sing out to us:
They want it all too! They want it all too!
And so do you . . .
V3:
I told my heart: it'll happen some day,
Satiated, eating fruit right off the vine,
Her red light essence splendid humming.
Until then, my love, keep on beating out the time.
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3. |
Lucky
04:06
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V1:
What's that in your pocket?
A lucky rabbit's foot --
It wasn't oh-so-lucky for the rabbit . . .
And what will you keep of mine?
When you go away --
What little trophy will you keep on display?
Bridge 1:
The stars from the skies, from when I wished for you?
Red lipstick marks, from when I kissed you?
Chorus:
I hope you just get all the luck that you deserve:
As the wheel turns, so does the world . . .
V2:
What's that in your hand?
A lucky copper penny,
You found on the ground, well it isn't very much money!
And what will you keep of mine?
When you go away --
What little trophy will you keep on display?
Bridge 2:
A velvet lash from when I winked at you?
Fizzy bubbles from when I clinked at you?
Chorus:
I hope you just get all the luck that you deserve:
As the wheel turns, so does the world . . .
Well I hope you just get all the luck that you deserve:
As the wheel turns, so does the wide, wide world.
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4. |
Sour Song
03:25
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V1:
The Sun is glaring down like a big lemon in the sky,
Bleaching every joy until it's sour.
And I can't look away, oh no, I can't turn my eye --
Twisting on my stem just like a flower.
Chorus:
You can tell by the way I look, by my general disposition.
There's a certain air about me: I've got a bad case of The Bitters.
Inflammation of the spirit! I caught it from loving you!
Now I can't be sweet, what's a girl to do?
Bridge:
And nothing you eat tastes right,
And the world is full of worries.
No matter what you can't sleep at night
Swollen heartbeat thudding in your ears . . .
V2:
If I had a million dollars, I'd throw it on the ground --
'Cause you can't buy love, or so I'm told.
Only thing I want, that's why I'm always hanging 'round,
And don't you tell me fortune favors the bold!
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5. |
Imbroglio
03:21
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Chorus:
Imbroglio, Imbroglio-o-o-o-oh-oh
Imbroglio, Imbroglio-o-o-o-oh-oh
V1:
I hear you're playing my song:
It's a kamikaze serenade!
I'm gonna throw myself at you,
Just like a fucking grenade.
V2:
Oh your heart is OH so curious,
And you might be sorry, sorry sorry,
But you know you wanna try me on:
It's the je ne sais quoi, so "c'est la vie!"
V3:
Let's tie each other up in knots:
It'll be the spectacle du jour.
Well they'll say we're crazy, but we're not!
Well, at least nobody will get bored! [shrug]
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6. |
Spendthrift
03:08
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V1:
Look him in the eye, feeling all pent up.
His secret agenda - to make you all spent up.
Split like a peach, spill like the milk,
Never ever trust men of him and his ilk.
Chorus:
Woman and Man, with the sound all turned down,
Can't tell if you're fighting or fucking around.
You're soft in his hands, but bones under the skin.
Can't tell if you want him to lose or to win.
V2:
He won't let you go; he won't let you stay,
And just so you know: he'll get his own way.
Yeah, that'd be fine: dovetail so neat,
Wanting each other gonna make you complete.
V3:
Sing out in the night like a rare bird call.
He speaks your tongue; he knows your all.
Hair like a nest, he's got you upside-down.
Don't know which way is West, but you're homeward bound.
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V1:
It's that time of the night:
The straps of my dress keep sliding down . . . so down
And won't stay up, no matter what.
'Cause it's that time of the night.
V2:
It's that time of the night:
Your eyes are bloodshot, my makeup is wearing me,
And your face is red. Think it's time to go to bed.
'Cause it's that time of the night.
Bridge:
We didn't call it too early; went as long as we were able.
We've drunk all we can, empties lined up on the table.
We didn't call it too early; we're all going out of tune.
Gonna rest here on the floor; the dish is spooning with the spoon.
V3:
It's that time of the night:
I wish it wasn't, but it is, OH IT IS.
I swear the moon is winking, and all the world is sinking.
'Cause it's that time of the night.
Outro:
Big Sun in the morning, we can do it all again.
But for now it's that time of the night.
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Atom & EV Dallas, Texas
Dallas, TX three piece Avant-Rock band composed of lyricist, singer, songwriter, and electric bass guitarist Alicia EV Borman, quick-witted guitarist Andy Borman, and rotating drummers Stormi King and Terry McIntyre. Clever, quirky songs expressed through sultry vocals interwoven with melodic, sinewy guitar lines, underscored by non-traditional drums and bass guitar. Moody Rock for the lovelorn! ... more
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