Three of Swords
About
I wrote ‘Three of Swords’ last summer. It’s melodramatic and full of rage and hysteria. There are some very specific details and some more overarching sentiments. It was a very cathartic process writing and recording this but now it serves as a slightly unwelcome memory. But also a lesson learnt and I’m very proud of the songs and the depth of the production, and development in the sound. I think it shows the growth in my confidence as a songwriter and a performer, and in myself -being more vocal and outward, rather than internalizing everything.
Lyrics:
Hoping, Keeping
Hoping to wake up in a different place
Where I can dare to show
My face
I watch from afar
Keeping my distance
I pray for forgiveness
Keeping my distance
Hoping to find some courage
Zelda Mae
Sun kicking
Up, up awaking
Shedding some light on
Feel I’ve been run through the hollow
In spite of devotion
Keeping me hooked on
All I want is some peace of mind
Some peace of mind
So far been ripping
To find me some patches of wisdom
Something to float on
Been hiding
Been fighting my thoughts for a while now
Keeping the lights on
When all I want is some peace of mind
Some peace of mind
Dressing with colourful language to cover
My anguish
Keeping the lights on
Left here with only the North Wind that
Roars from the mountains
Keeping me hooked on
Taking my everything
Teaching me nothing
Nothing at all
Nothing at all
When all I want is some peace of mind
Some peace of mind
And all I want is some peace of mind
Taking my everything
Teaching me nothing
Nothing at all
Taking my everything
Teaching me nothing
Nothing at all
Nothing at all
Turn Gold
And carved our names in the rain
But you took yours back
Just as quick as you came
Turn gold
’Til now been lost in the ocean
Lord, begging the sun for more
Than a lovesick fever
Over a dead-eyed dream
Turn gold
Will you think of me
When you wake up at 53?
Half of your life spent
Selling yourself to pay rent
Still fighting the waves of emotion
Bored having to start a war
Every time you’re back
And you know what I mean
Turn gold
Hearts don’t know
How they hit on the bone
And it’s hard to admit
But I miss you though (oh) no
Heart beating
Stomaching all the feeling
How could you let me give up the ghost?
Will you think of me
When you wake up at 53
Will you think of me
When you wake up at 53
Will you think of me?
Hearts don’t know
How they hit on the bone
And it’s hard to admit
But I miss you though (oh) no
Heart beating
Stomaching all the feeling
How could you let me give up the ghost?
Every time you’re back
And you know what I mean
Turn gold
Hearts don’t know
How they hit on the bone
And It’s hard to admit
But I miss you though (oh) no
Heart beating
Stomaching all the feeling
How could you let me give up the ghost?
Will you think of me
When you wake up at fifty three?
Half of your life spent
Selling yourself to pay rent
Submarines
your eyes the size of
submarines
But when alone
sighed satisfaction
becomes a groan
I long
for the benefit
I never run from
I long
for the courage
to run from someone
I long
for the benefit
I never run from
Too Much
Was it too much love
Was it too much to love
Or did I want love too much
With her morals loose
And her heart locked tight
Mmm I’d give it anything
For love
Or a chance to try
Just a chance to try
And now the sad realise
It’s not me needed you
But you, needed me
So I take my leave
In ungraceful defeat
Not how I wanted at least
Ahh well if that’s everything
Ahh all the shit you said to me
Ahh I don’t want these memories
Just a chance to try
Just a chance
Or was it always me
Was it too much love
Was it too much to love
Ahh well if that’s everything
Ahh all the shit you said to me
Ahh I’d have given anything
Ahh I don’t want these memories
Ahh I don’t want these memories
Ahh telescoping in my mind
Was it always me
Was that too much, love
Not Enough
Visage of the ages
Every time we visit
All my visionary
And your provisionary
Can’t take either with it
Only you can make your mind up
Only I can see there’s pastures greener
Oh confess it all
You’re professional
Your mind as light as a feather
You always conquer mine
With your concubine
Disguised behind each letter
If only you could make your mind up
If only I could see there’s pastures greener
It’s not enough to cry
Calling on my appetite
It’s not enough for your
It’s not enough to cry
Calling on my appetite
It’s not enough
For your inconsideration
I’ll raise a lifetime of regret
And count each minute
Hell bent on the ground
Things I hadn’t found before
I thought I’d finished
It’s not enough to cry
Calling on my appetite
It’s not enough for your
It’s not enough to cry
Calling on my appetite
It’s not enough for your
To think I thought you’d fall for me
To think I’d fall for your
To think I thought you’d fall for me
To think I’d falter for your
It’s not enough to cry
Calling on my appetite
It’s not enough for your
It’s not enough to cry
Calling on my appetite
It’s not enough, for your