1. |
Horror Vacui
02:55
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Shit just got too real
Real hard to believe
Believe it gets better
Better when we grieve
Hits so close to home
Home deep in the heart
Heart-broken and numb
Numbly felt you depart
Visited to reach out too late
And I don’t know if you knew
Could you hear the words I never said?
Understand the things I didn’t do?
I see you - every time my mind goes blank
This void must be filled
Filled with what we created
Created noise but still
Still procrastinated
Sith we bought a bottle
Bottle up how we feel
Feel there’s always time
Time wounded this heel
Visited to reach out too late
And I don’t know if you knew
Could you hear the words I never said?
Understand the things I didn’t do?
I see you - every time my mind goes blank
Badger Pickle, 12th Jan 2019
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2. |
Persephone
03:51
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Dreaming of the sunshine, of a beautiful day
Thinking of the fun times that she had on the way
To her current condition, her incarceration
Her unique position in this strange situation
Back in Ancient Greece the dating game was crazy
They'd promise you Olympus but put you through Hades
Down with the chthonian, never got lonely
Basking in the awesome glory of Persephone
Daughter of the gods, held above all other girls
told me all about her life before the underworld
A heavenly childhood free from worries and woe
Why the Fates conspired against her, we'll never know
When she came of age, all the guys tried to woo her
She refused to engage, but had a secret pursuer
Hades hadn't opted for traditional seduction
Suspecting he'd have more success with abduction
In the fields of Nysa, she picked flowers with her ladies
Concealed beneath her, that old devil called Hades
He burst through the ground, dispersed her aides
And dragged her back to his kingdom, to be Queen of the Shades
Dreaming of the sunshine…
This daughter of Demeter, a radiant creature,
And everyone's favourite pomegranate seed eater
Ended up below cos she was shafted by Zeus
(Not literally cos that would be like child abuse)
But it's still weird to offer your brother your daughter's hand
And naturally her mother took her grief out on the land
Crops failed, driving the cost of food to epic heights
The citadel rocked to the Athenian riots
People were starving and the tributes had grown lean
To pacify Demeter Zeus had to intervene
Forced Hades to release her, but Hades had been slick
And fed his lady 4 seeds, a nifty trick
For in the Kingdom of the Dead, any morsel that's consumed
Stops the eater ever leaving so our heroine was doomed
To spend 4 months of every year in the kingdom below
That's why Demeter mourns each winter causing nothing to grow
Dreaming of the sunshine…
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It's been a while since I've indulged in psychobabble
I thought that I had sorted out my brain
But just cos I don't see demonic rabbits
Doesn't mean that everything's okay
Maybe you think I'm being overly dramatic -
Well would you care to join me on the stage?
I'm just as concerned with what you've got in the attic
You throw your toys out of the pram, then tell me act my age!
And you're making a fool of yourself
But I won't let you make a fool out of me
Cos that's too easy!
It's been a while since I tried to reconcile
The darkness that I failed to lock away
I'd understand if you took me by the hand
And said that you can't look me in the face
So my demeanour's been unduly optimistic –
I tried to give the public what it needs
The painted smile isn’t convincing or realistic
Can’t keep opening my heart up until it bleeds
And you're making a fool of yourself
But I won't let you make a fool out of me
Cos that's too easy!
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4. |
Rush-Hour Crush
03:21
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I don't like Mondays
Or Tuesday thru Fridays
But Saturday and Sundays
Are cool cos they're my days
I don't like travelling
In a wedge lock of body heat
What's stranger than strangers
In almost coital proximity?
That guy crushes my foot
Youch! That smarts
It's barely 8AM and I'm
already longing for my bed
But lo! The tide
of humanity parts
I'm enraptured by a vision
A rhapsody in red
The girl on the train
Steams into my brain
Displaces the pain
I feel human again
A sight for tired eyes
Inspires a shy smile
Who could deny
Her effortless style?
We’re packed like sardines
But she still looks pristine
Wipe my hands on my jeans
How to show her I'm keen?
Don't know the time of day
Or the day of the week
Or the month, or the year
Everything's become clear
I know that I'd speak to her
If I didn't have headphones on
But when I remove them
Find all the words have gone!
I know nothing about her
That's endless potential
She could be perfect for me
She could also be mental
Time stops, I silently sing my devotion
The axle jams, the world's not spinning
Brake's screech, our train ceases locomotion
I'm afraid this is the end of our beginning
Regretfully this station
is her final destination
Opportunity slips through the sliding doors
She blights my dreams of marriage
as she alights the carriage
And is ab-sorbed into the exodus once more
I'll never know her name
And that's a doggone shame
She scorched me with her flame
I'll never be the same
Despite her leaving the train
Can’t get her off my brain
I wish I’d made it plain
It’s driving me insane
She's the one that I seek
Every day, every week
But without her mystique
The journey's so bleak
I'm left feeling hollow
It’s too much to swallow
At work I just wallow
In eternal sorrow…
Hope I see her to-mor-row
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5. |
Love Without Trust
04:00
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6. |
Fly (with Bobby)
03:41
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Badger Pickle UK
Self-pitying bedroom singer-songwriter (est. 1/1/95)
cum oddball performing musician (09-13)
cum musical hermit (4/14-12/18)
cum self-anthologist (present day)
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