1. |
Practice Song
00:40
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Practise song
This is a practice song
Practise song
We won't be playing it for very long
Practice song
You can't be right if you're trying to do it wrong
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2. |
Rude
03:29
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You suck dick for money
Aren't you ashamed of yourself
I'm sorry I said that
I wasn't feeling myself
You're judgemental you prick
Why do you say those things about
No I understand
It's just the bad energy trying to get out
Take it back
You're only trying to make a little time
I'm sorry that I thought it was a crime
to do something that made you feel good
It's not something that I would do but I should
Sorry for my breath
It was only trying to rest
It was stuck
in my vest
I'm sorry for the rest
of the things I said
Sorry
for being
rude
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3. |
Own Your Go Way
04:42
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Don't tell me
just before I'm about to go out
I've got ketchup on my trousers
You know it drives me mad
and I don't wanna leave feeling mad
Don't wanna get out the house in a bad mood
Don't wanna be rude to some stranger just because
Just because I don't know
how to dress myself
How to go
my own way
Go my own way
I feel like a landmine
Popped up by some ancient sand mime
Ready to explode
I'm on the way to
being overloaded
Don't wanna make someone else's problems my own
So I shouldn't do the same thing
Sometimes the other finger wears the ring
Sometimes a pauper's
Sometimes a king's
You just never know
Who's gonna go
and get sucked into your bullshit
Bullshit
Your bullshit
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Collecting teardrops in a paper cup
makes them taste that much more delicious
I haven't called you since I woke up
Please don't think that makes me vicious
'cause I wanted to remind you
to do yoga on the mat I left you
I haven't talked about it to anyone
The sting of plants on your bum
made me cry at night
When you told me something you'd never told anyone
I wasn't frightened
I loved you that much more as a friend
I'm sorry if it looked like I was trying to pretend
I wasn't
I felt it
but my English face always frowns like Brit
Thanks for letting me in
Thanks for giving me something to smoke
When my tobacco was running thin
You showed me something much more than that
That your teardrops can make other people clap
And thank you for reminding me
that good people come by frequently
Oh baby you are nice
I'm sorry I don't have a surprise for you
even though you deserve it
Keep on surfing
I know you like it loud and heavy
So here is a riff for you
Collecting teardrops in a paper cup
I'll drink them right up
Collect those teardrops in your little paper cup
I'll drink 'em right up
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5. |
Summer of '20
05:00
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Something's off
Something's not cooking right
So I have to fight
Haven't felt this way
since the very 1st day they announced
we had to stay in our house
I wanted to go out
I wanted to ring the changes
I wanted to travel south
It was blistering hot
All the days went to
feelings of blue
I wanted to kiss you
But they wouldn't let me out
Should have done plenty of things
in the summer of '20
Summer of '20
It was a blessing
in a very very good disguise
To my surprise
The world turned white before my very eyes
Before my very eyes
Should have been kissing you
Instead I was missing you
In the comfort of our home
Wasn't alright
to talk to you every day on the phone
We were hot and heavy
in the summer of '20
Summer of '20
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6. |
το δικό σου παραμύθι
00:22
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Μες το δικό σου παραμύθι ξαναβρές το
το ξεχασμένο μονοπάτι σου
Και ξαναχάσ’το, ξαναβρές τo, ξαναπές το
το τραγουδάκι σου
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I'm doubtful of your love
When you lie to me
Never have I been so low
As when you revealed yourself to me
Never should have taken than lift
Never should have bought into your grift
Why did you lie to me?
Why won't you set me free?
I'm doubtful of your love
When you lie to me
Never have I been so low
Never coming out of the hole
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8. |
Return to the Lemon Tree
05:09
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Lemon tree
Don't forget me
If you even knew me
I pretend
I don't need a friend
but I definitely do
and I'm glad
it was you
I expected you to be what you are
and I was not disappointed
Some people feel like
it's the 2nd time you met them in your life
Will you recognise me
after the smoke and TV
and to be honest
I knew we would be friends
from the first time I saw you
you drove me round the bend
and I wasn't wrong
I think of you often
and I'm glad
I was at the bottom of your glass
Will you recognise me
If I'm not under a lemon tree
Will you forgive me
If I can't be there corporally
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9. |
Asked of Me
05:57
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Twice you came to me
I paid the price that you asked of me
and you left me in my room
feeling like a broom had swept me away
I characterise my faults as being
some switch switched to aux
Priceless confession
I never learned my lesson
before
Test out your frequencies on someone else
Leave my buddies and me alone
Leave us alone
Master
I did what you asked of me
And I did it faster
than the other 3
Now won't you please leave me alone?
Yes won't you please leave me and my buddies alone?
I don't have any more room in my head
to keep your secrets
I can't pretend
I don't know anything
I can't pretend anymore
I'm gonna blow
I can't pretend anymore
that I don't know
So
pack up your bones
and go
There's no room for your tit and dog show
There's no room anymore
For that
koko
No no
Get dressed and leave
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10. |
Spiderwebbing
05:06
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Hot when seen from across the room
Somebody's groom is dancing
on thin ice
He's feeling nice
Cold in his tomb
The night has washed him out
and he's ready for his stony womb
Thinks about his next victim
Maybe they'll let him do the washing up
He finds it strange what he's missing
Yeah he knows it's tough to be human but
He's existing like a spider
waiting for some dust to land on his web
Knowing nothing's coming
and he doesn't have an egg to worry about
And he's 6 legs short anyhow
He could stare the udder off a cow
but it never works
Only 1 thing will quench the thirst
A long white piece of neck
He's balancing on heck
Trying to get one over on death
Cold night at the graveyard again
He wonders if he should phone a friend
But his friends all drifted off long ago
Ain't it delicious to wait
But it looks too suspicious hanging around the gate
of the schoolyard that he once frequented
Oh he wishes he could give up the taste
But some things are just too good to waste
And anyway someone else would just come in and take it
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11. |
Being British
04:30
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Bad luck to be born British
From a deep historical perspective
It's twisted
To be lucky
is to be cursed
with not knowing
what to do when shit gets worse
Wearing a bib
'til you're 17
means you don't know
how to keep your shirt clean
It's broken I know
This system has to go
And I want to throw it away
I want to give it it's dying kiss
Its swan song
as it sails away
Being British
means feeling skittish
any time
emotions are on the line
Oh I freeze
at the slightest breeze
coming from the open window
of your soul
Oh I wish
I could lie to you
But that just
wouldn't be couth
And you know
I'm deprogrammed from being rude
Yes I'm a prude
I'm a prude
Queen Elizabeth approved
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12. |
Coffee Delay
05:42
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This is how it feels
when you are waiting for too long
When the doorbell rings when you're halfway through a song
and you can't concentrate
And you wondering should I stop and just wait?
But keep on keeping on
It'll be here before too long
And then you can get on with your stuff
Don't listen to the voice
that wants you
to pawn off your thoughts
I told it to go to sleep
I told it to get some sleep
Your belly flopped out
and your head kicked into your chest
You'll have to guess the rest
But it's not too tidy to tell you about
You only wanted a little bit of caffeine
So you pushed a button on your tiny brown machine
And somebody got the message
that they should bring
sweet liquid to my door
Hit the bottom button
You can't miss it
Sweet liquid to my door
But it still hasn't arrived
and I'm starting to get tired
Don't listen to me
I'm about to get freaky
Open your eyes
I took off my disguise
And now it's just me
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13. |
It's Fine
01:23
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It's fine
It's fine
I'm mine again
It's time again
I saw my friends
waiting at 10
Or was it 9
It was supposed to be 8
but it was fine
It's fine again
I'm finally at
the end my friend
of my story of being a twat
I like myself
finally
Why haven't I been doing
this all along?
Singing these songs to you?
My dream's come true
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Deftera Athens, Greece
A Weekly Music Diary.
Deftera is an improv project by Chris Scott and Giorgos Athanasiou. Every Monday evening we meet for 3
hours to express the week's feelings through improvised songs. We then select our favourites to release the following Monday.
Chris plays guitar and sings.
Giorgos plays the drums and sometimes guitar.
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