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Still In Bed
04:31
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I lay trapped in amber
And you say that I don’t care
But you’ll never know what you do to me
That the things you say shake the core of me
Darling, you’ve floored me again
My limbs feel like they’re filled with lead
I’m still in bed with the words that you said when you left
Well it’s safe to say you never needed a weapon
And I’m sure I’m still carrying your venom
And you’ll never know what you do to me
That the things you say shake the core of me
I wish I could say that I hadn’t seen this coming
'Cause it’s been breaking in slow motion
Darling, you’ve floored me again
My limbs feel like they’re filled with lead
I’m still in bed with the words that you said when you left
It’s been breaking in slow motion
Darling, you’ve floored me again
My limbs feel like they’re filled with lead
I’m still in bed with the words that you said
I’ve tried my best but they won’t leave my head
I’m still in bed with the words that you said when you left
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Jenny Writes Letters
03:28
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Jenny writes her letters as winter wakes the spring,
There’s a thousand fragments but not one song to sing.
Time waits for no man it just brings you to your knees,
And drags you to wherever it may please.
Who reads them anyway?
Is it half the life you hoped for?
Did you have something to say?
Who reads them anyway?
The fields are all ablaze now and the town is full of ghosts,
Reminders of the folks we used to know.
We play bows and arrows with the chances we get,
We know there’s an end we just don’t believe it yet.
Who reads them anyway?
Is it half the life you hoped for?
Did you have something to say?
Who reads them anyway?
And how much time do we have to waste?
We spend too long looking out of windows, thinking we know,
What’s going on; that the stories we make are the truths that cannot change,
And who reads them anyway?
The river’s frozen over and circle is complete,
And Jenny posts those letters every week.
Who reads them anyway?
Is it half the life you hoped for?
Did you have something to say?
Who reads them anyway?
Is it half the life you hoped for?
Did you have something to say?
Who reads them anyway?
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I lay trapped in amber
And you say that I don’t care
But you’ll never know what you do to me
That the things you say shake the core of me
Darling, you’ve floored me again
My limbs feel like they’re filled with lead
I’m still in bed with the words that you said when you left
Well it’s safe to say you never needed a weapon
And I’m sure I’m still carrying your venom
And you’ll never know what you do to me
That the things you say shake the core of me
Darling, you’ve floored me again
My limbs feel like they’re filled with lead
I’m still in bed with the words that you said when you left
It’s been breaking in slow motion
Darling, you’ve floored me again
My limbs feel like they’re filled with lead
I’m still in bed with the words that you said
I’ve tried my best but they won’t leave my head
I’m still in bed with the words that you said when you left
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Luke James Williams England, UK
Light and dark, ugly and beautiful, happy and sad, fearful and brave, the music of singer songwriter Luke James Williams reflects the opposing forces and wonderful chaos of the world around us. Combining the raw power of PJ Harvey with the delicate sensitivity of Sufjan Stevens, Williams paints pictures with words and sings them in his own distinctly British voice. ... more
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