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Over the Sea
04:07
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You’ve got to give it away to keep it
Stow it away, you’ll lose it
A stream in a bowl
Is no stream at all
Words in a box are useless
Time and again, you find it
Said you agreed and signed it
Written in ink
But what did you think?
Nothing at all is binding
Look at yourself in a silvery spoon
Lit by the light of the moon
Long in the tooth, wide in the grin
What does it mean?
You’re the light of the world
Shining over the sea
You can tattoo your torso
Won’t mean any less or more, so
Pick up a shell
Breathe in the shell
But you can’t bring the beach
Of course, no
You can’t eat the cake you ate there
Or re-meet the friends you met there
Zig-zag around
Follow the sound
The path isn’t straight to get there
The mountains look good in the mists from the shore
I can’t recreate what I saw
The world shows her hand, encrusted in jewels
Give them to me
You’re the light of the world
Shining over the sea
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2. |
Praise Me
05:25
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It’s all about the presentation
When you’re trying to please your teachers
Get good at illustration and bubble writing
From Alaska to Madagascar
It could have been a mediocre map
But I made mine exciting
Praise me
Pat me on the back and praise me
Remember when I used to be lazy
Now look at how far I’ve come
Praise me
I need some validation, so praise me
Silent treatment driving me crazy
Tell me that I’m Number 1
You can’t like everybody
Some people rub you up the wrong way
A man gave me unwanted life advice
I could have risen to the bait
I could have acted out of hate
But I was nice and friendly
Praise me
For being so diplomatic
A lesser man might’ve attacked him
When he told me I should go to Hell
Praise me
For how I got back on the saddle
I was up Shit Creek with no paddle
Now I’m navigating life so well
30p energy drink can
Empty packet of Monster Munch
I picked them up and found the nearest bin
And I did it for the planet
Cos I’m a man who’s proud of Thanet
And not for the praise, but
Praise me
For picking you up from the station
And for not giving into temptation
For staying faithful to you
Praise me
For all these crazy chord changes
And this timeless, tasteful arrangement
And now it really starts to groove
Praise me
For being up and dressed in the morning
When the cumulonimbus was storming
And I wanted so to stay in bed
Praise me
For learning how to pay my taxes
And for turning my life on its axis
When I’d rather be drunk instead
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3. |
A Dream Will Have to Do
04:00
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Crossing the river
Over to where the peach trees grow
The moonlight is purple
The sky is a circle
You float by slow
I want you, you haunt me
Every time it’s paradise
The figure has always been you
I want you, you haunt me
I need you in reality
But a dream will have to do
I reach out to you
My hand passes through you
You’re made of air
Wake in the bedclothes
Sad as a dead rose
Cos you’re not there
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4. |
Almost A Hippie
04:36
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He spent a gap year in China
Now he’s a graphic designer
With an office in Holborn
And a flat down in Peckham
Bending over backwards for his manager
Excel spreadsheets in the night
It’s not quite the job he envisaged
But he’s alright
He’s alright
He was walking through Soho
Heard the sounds of the Krishna
Read the leaves in his teacup
Bought a Bhagavad Gita
At a warehouse party made a speech to them
Almost got into a fight
Promptly threw in the towel
Got on a flight
He’s alright
Picture postcards
Rambling letters
To all his loved ones
No-one really knew him better
He’s getting so trippy now
He’s almost a hippie now
But he’s not quite there yet
He’s counting beads on his rosary
And sending pics of his toes to me
Namaste
Heyeyyy
Now he’s living off berries
He’s cut out meat, fish and dairy
Meditating for hours
But he won’t phone his parents
16 selfies of his eagle pose
To get the angle just right
Portrait mode in position
He’s seen the light
He’s alright
He’s getting so trippy now
He’s almost a hippie now
But he’s not quite there yet
He’s counting beads on his rosary
And sending pics of his toes to me
He’s counting beads on his rosary
And looking down at his nose at me
He’s almost a hippie
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5. |
Navel Gazer
05:26
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You’ve got a seat at every table
But you just want to stand and stare
They’ll fill your plate when you’re not looking
So come on up and find a chair
And they’ll fill your cup
The whole way up
But you only like to say when it’s half full
Navel Gazer
Stop staring into space
Navel Gazer
Join the human race
We’re not all out to get you
Or to put you in your place
We’re more like you than you realise
Take the time when you arrived there
They welcomed you with open arms
Complain you just don’t feel alive there
And that you’ll only come to harm
But your eyes are set
On what you can get
Try and focus on what you can bring
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6. |
Adult Emotions
04:21
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I’m having adult emotions today
I chose some Wagner to play
That would fit the mood
Each movement I make is precise
Scared I might fall through the ice
Going to the store
Feels like going into war
Adult emotions
Forgot how to play
Adult emotions
Today
A face like an African mask
I hone in on each little task
No-one put me off
Finding some shade from the sun
Was I an old man at 1?
The moment I was born
The fate of Capricorn
Take your rock ‘n’ roll away from me
Hide your chocolate bars and all your sweets away
It’s a serious day
I’m having adult emotions today
I should write my memoirs
When I get the time
Fill up the cafetière
I’ll take mine black, no sugar
Looking like a moose
Try and read some Proust
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7. |
Adaptogen
03:11
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She’s got a hose of opinions
That she inflicts on her minions
Her views are extreme
She doesn’t bend
Oh for an open arena
For an exchange of ideas
But that’s wishful thinking
When you’re with Jen
And I’ve been trying for ages
But since she’s paying my wages
I guess I’m going to have to just
Adapt to Jen
She’s a battering ram
To a three legged lamb
She’s the prick of a needle
To my balloon
Oh on the train in the morning
I dread having to see her
I’ll avoid being left alone
With her in a room
But integrity comes at a price
And this job I can’t sacrifice
My actions are crimeless
My girlfriend says that I’m spineless
Her spiteful put-downs always hurt
I spend my nighttimes fantasising
One thought gets me through
The day when I bring a blow torch into work
I drag my feet along the floor
And become a man of straw
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Write it then delete it
Work himself into a state
Can’t have his cake and eat it
Hungry tummy, empty plate
All he sees is misery
He wants a quick fix remedy
He’s been in the right
All his life
Got a glowing reputation
All of his friends
Think he’s nice
Doesn’t want to jeopardise his ties
Trying the bed out for size
Promises are frozen
Not selling, but he’s out to let
Only dip his toes in
Making sure he don’t get wet
All he finds are diamond mines
He likes the way that the treasure shines
He don’t got the tools
Or the means
Or the mind to extricate them
He’s played by the rules
Walked the line
So it feels just like a wasted prize
Trying the bed out for size
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9. |
If Jupiter was a Sun
04:03
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If Jupiter was a sun
Dawn would come twice
There’d be half as many nights
And twice as many days
And Neptune would shine a brighter blue
Within every ocean ton
If Jupiter was a sun
If Mercury had a moon
Orbiting his side
A stoney solar bride
They’d be spinning round a flame
Dancing to the rhythm of the stars
That play on a cosmic drum
If Jupiter was a sun
If Mars had rings
They’d shine like frost on a winter morning
Twinkling like a disco ball
If Jupiter was a sun
Birdsong wouldn’t end
Night would be our friend
And secrets of the dark
Would scatter like the molecules in smoke
Float from the mortal gun
If Jupiter was a sun
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10. |
Into Another World
02:12
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Don’t let the bad man
Walk over your dream land
Don’t let your boss
Have his way with your girl
Somewhere
Somehow
We’ll find a way
Into another world
There’ll be a tree there
With fruit that keeps giving
They’ll play our music
Wherever we go
Somewhere
Somehow
We’ll find a way
Into another world
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Charlie Hannah Margate, UK
I live in Margate and make music in my home studio ‘The Dojo’. I have coined a micro-genre for my music - ‘Domestica’. It’s
songs about housework, hobbies and the human condition. Sometimes I perform on my own, and sometimes with a backing band.
For my latest album - Thames Estuary Blue - I explore a new genre 'rock 'n' scroll'.
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Charlie Hannah recommends:
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