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My days were hyacinth and emerald and inoffensive grace
You were an honourable man with a warlock’s wicked face
They taught me pirouettes and courtesies and Latin for the trees
I never had to know how to take to my knees
But you made me a pilgrim in the heather
I make oaths now, I don’t make sense
Will you hold me close, for worse or for better
Not fit for the king, I’m no princess
I’m for you, you, you
They’ve painted portraits, forged their swords, written books about my strength
Your very gaze sharp as a blade put to my pulse, I laugh to think
What the historians would say about the way you change my tune
All words before just calls to war, now they’re letters to the moon, asking on you
You made me a pilgrim in the crosshairs
All I stood for, I rise against
Will you still be strong when I am fallen
I’m no king, and I’m no prince
But I’m for you, you, you
You call for crusades
You are poetry and rhyme
I think when I see you
If I’m lost to time
Just a martyr on the bedpost
A deserter burned in fire
That’s alright
That’d be fine
Cos I’m
For you
For you
You
You
You.
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xxx Dirty Girl
04:34
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Honestly
I was surprised that you’re still living
No blade in your back and
Honestly
It seems the world outside’s still spinning
Where’s the justice in that
Just like Richard, you said God gave your throne
But I’m more than happy to be an army of my own yes
Holy water let me down when I was drowning in it
Serpent smiles called me heathen just for falling in your step
If I am Joan and all alone to hear the calls our for your head
I’ll plant my courage in the soil where my sister witches bled
For you
Honestly
When I look back I don’t feel anger
Just a sort of steady shame
Honestly
It’s every morning that I tell myself
I don’t have to name it
And honestly
I’d walk right past you just to tell the next
She’s not the first
Honestly
I’d rather she the opportunity
To burn you into dirt
Like Alexander, you were God’s gift to the world
Guess that leaves me the due to go tell all your girls
Holy water let me down when I was drowning in it
Serpent smiles called me heathen just for falling in his step
If you, like Joan, feel all alone in saying he’s not what he seems
Settle down here in the soil where our sisters laid their screams
So yeah I’m Satan walking, loyalty means nothing, get my drift,
The excommunicated don’t scare well at pitchforks, a little spit
And you can shout that the blood coating your palms is righteous,
But anyone can see that my small hands are clean
When the parlour show’s over won’t be the one down on her knees
You know, the thing that scared me most, that kept me quiet, was feeling seen
Like Juliet, they called our love a guileless sin
But we’ve got the dagger and we’re gonna do you in
Holy water let us down when we were drowning in it
Serpent smiles called us heathens just for falling in your step
There’s crowds, like Joan, left all alone to realise they were burning
But soil grows and sister souls have eyes with power to raise the dead
If I was you I’d say your prayers ‘cos
It’s very rare that
A witch comes unprepared
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Una's Lion
05:11
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What’s worth life must by law be worth laying it down
What’s unkind must be wrong
What is weak is not by fault is not by blame
What is strong without a heart to make it tame?
She smelled like sweat and blood and bone
It was obvious that she was far from home
I thought it’d be easy, thought it’d be quick, a candlestick kind of kill
I thought I was mine, I thought I had will
The forest floor betrayed me to my prey, she started shaking
As I lunged, this whisper filled my head, and it said
“What’s worth life must by law be worth laying it down
What’s unkind must be wrong
What is weak is not by fault is not by blame
What is strong without a heart to make it tame?”
Suddenly shame, shock, surprise
Here is frailty made omen-wise
Felt my paw fall to the ground, nose to the Earth, humble as a hound
Felt like ages ‘til I felt her hand
Nuzzle my hair, curious eyes, find I’ve forgotten quite how to lie
Hear me asking the only thing on my mind, “Do you bite?” She laughed and said,
“What’s worth life must by law be worth laying it down
What’s unkind must be wrong
What is weak is not by fault is not by blame
What is strong without a heart to make it tame?”
Threw my crown… to the ground… for a girl.
She’s worth everything….. in the world.
What’s worth life must by law be worth laying it down
What’s unkind must be wrong
What is weak is not by fault is not by blame
What is strong without a heart to make it tame?
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I can’t tell you anything
that wasn’t evident
he was destined for starlight
Yeah, flash your sword
It’s not a fright
You know before, this was my war
You’ve heard that I’m the queen of hell
But you spill god’s blood, you damn yourself
Best do it now, I’ve got a date to keep with destiny
He never liked to be alone, I guess that’s part of it, the price of genius
Is’t any comfort, insignificance? Insolence? Dependence on the soul you slayed
I wasn’t home walking this plane anyway shouldn’t overstay my welcome
Do you think I dreamed his royal seams
into elegance?
Into heavenly composure?
Did you not see his very feet
walk the streets you do
find some good in you?
Say I tell legends, guess it’s true
He owned the sun, the sea, the moon
Best do it now, I’ve got a date to keep with his majesty
I’m not good alone, he always knew, every leaving was a “see you soon”
Is’t any comfort, if I tell you it’s the happiest I’ve ever been
Honey, I’m home, no more to roam, it is finished
Immortal longings fill my soul
Immortal longings fill my soul
Immortal longings fill my soul
Immortal longings fill my s
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If they ask I’ll say
I’m proud to have been so intimate with hell
When I was blinded in the light, dark served me well
There in the ground I was so grounded I could breathe again
And it was all him
If you ask I’ll stay
I’m not strong enough yet to say no
There’s some growing I’ve to do, my mother tells me so
The soil’s wet now, I’m potential unrefined
Tell me, “Go shine”
I will better for having been yours
I will better for having been yours
I can’t speak of you without dying
So don’t hold it against me if it’s silent I swim
Through the trees
Every willow needs a quiet little breeze
I will climb fences, go defenseless
And when the whispers reach you
I hope you’ll be proud
Your little ivy in the clouds
I won’t fail them, the ones who seek warm skies
April showers and May-blue butterflies
I’ve at least gotta try?
Haven’t I?
I will better for having been yours
I will better for having been yours
If they ask, I’ll say
I’m proud to have been so intimate with hell
I know the devil well
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There was a whole summer I couldn't even cry and
being angry was the only thing kept me alive and
I watched Broadchurch every single night and
Ellie Miller was angry, too; I thought, 'Alright, then.'
I watched interviews, acceptance speeches, got advice from
this queen who totally seemed to know my mind
and named a vibrator after her hoping I'd catch her vibes
(That's a joke, but not a lie.)
There's no way to thank a stranger
who doesn't even know your name
for making life seem okay,
but for the record, I'll say:
I would lay down in the road and die for Olivia Colman, yes I would;
I would lay down in the road and die for Olivia Colman—she's that good
Well, there's a lot of hate, lot of pain in this world, but there are heroes all the way;
I would lay down in the road and die so Olivia Colman could live another day.
I feel small quite often in my life and
it’s not only cos I’m less than five-foot-five
and in the moments I feel maybe it’s my fault I
sing a song by a real-life Jesus Christ
Through the years his words roll like thunder
'til a song reminds me of a lover
and he sends heart-eye emojis to my cover
and then leaves my five-paragraph essay on why I love him and am gonna shit a brick on read...
But there’s no chill, no cool, just love
for making life a bit less tough
in the times I don’t feel enough,
so suffice it to say:
I would step on a grenade and die for Tim Minchin, that's a fact
I would step on a grenade and die for Tim Minchin, and that's just that
See, there's a lot of hate, lot of pain in this world but there are heroes all the same;
I would step on a grenade and die for Tim Minchin any old day.
And if you know if you know me, you know there's one man changed my life—
the Harold Pinter Theatre, a July night:
The scene is Hamlet it is four hours long and
this guy sees life like a song like I do,
in beats and space and pauses,
and he takes time to get it perfect.
Grad school recalls, cry about his Hamlet—I get in!
I find my voice is something special, needed, it’s the win
I’ve waited for my entire fucking life and I wish
I could tell him.
Well, I find I’m not poetic
when it’s this big of a “thanks,"
I just get anxious and weird
but I mean it when I say:
I would throw myself on a sword dipped in arsenic if Andrew Scott asked me to;
I mean, on second thought, if it was really Andrew Scott, there's truly nothing I wouldn't do—
See, there's a lot of hate, lot of pain in this world, and even heroes need some grace,
so while I would die to give my life for Andrew Scott, I think I'll just give him some space.
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