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I Was Adored Once
02:18
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I was adored, once,
Once, I belonged,
It seemed that I soared once,
It seems I was wrong,
And, where once our love sheltered under the leaves,
Now parts of my broken heart blow in the breeze,
I was adored, once,
It ended so fast,
I wasn't ignored once,
It didn't last,
And I was left out in the cold for so long,
Wondering exactly just what I'd done wrong,
I was adored, once,
Never again,
I was adored, once...
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Isabel
02:20
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Isabel,
What did you do to his heart?
Isabel,
He gave it and you tore it apart,
He came from afar, and he wanted to get close,
And you responded with more cruelty than most,
Isabel,
What so deserved your ire?
Isabel,
You knew that he'd get burned by your fire,
His declaration may've been wildly out of place,
But you didn't need to throw your drink in his face,
Isabel,
There's something you should know,
Isabel,
Before you turn your heel and go,
You're going to end up wishing you had played it cool,
'Cos there's another side to this triangle of fools,
Isabel,
How much of a mess did you make?
Isabel,
How many hearts did you break?
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Entertain Us, Andrew
02:46
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I should've known it wouldn't end well... but all I knew then was that I had to say something; I just didn't know what.
Naturally, I was nervous, but it was supposed to be a celebration, and you're not supposed to cry at your own party, so I got over it in the accepted fashion – with copious amounts of Spanish plonk.
I don't really remember much of the rest of the night for some reason – well, I remember the talk.
Well, I say talk...
She was trying frantically to stop me embarrassing us both, and I just plunged on desperately, because when you've bottled something up for so long, and unbottled something else far too quickly, it invariably ends up making a terrible mess.
I handled it with as much dignity as I could muster, which, given the state I was in, involved tears, nudity and vomiting in my room at 4 a.m., and when I woke up the next morning there was a deep sense of shame permeating my being which had very little to do with my hangover.
It would doubtless have been better for everyone if I'd left it at that – but I have this terrible tendency to try and tell people things; you could call it a confession ethic, if you were being kind. So, next time I saw her, I took hold of my barely-healed wounds and tore them wide open in front of her again, which naturally made everything worse – for me, and for her.
...And it started affecting other people. And, whilst I will do many things for love, hurting others for the sake of it isn't one of them.
Eventually, the inevitable happened;I stopped loving her.
...Eventually.
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I've heard tell that the ancients believed
We're born with two faces, four arms and four legs,
But Zeus got mad about not very much,
And fired down some lightning and split us all up,
Sundered and scattered to the ends of the Earth,
From Kavos to Venice, Illyria to Perth,
And now it seems we're all fated to search
'Cross mountains and valleys, through woods and through glades,
All in the hope that one glorious day
We might find our other half and be whole again,
Handstand 'cross the land,
Somersault across the sea,
When will you come back to me?
Oh, I knew you 'fore I met you -
When will you be back with me?
Handstand 'cross the land,
Somersault across the sea,
When will you come back to me?
Oh, I knew you 'fore I met you -
When will you be back with me?
Spinning around,
I know not where I go,
Whirling around until we know...
Handstand 'cross the land,
Somersault across the sea,
When will you come back to me?
Oh, I knew you 'fore I met you -
When will you be back with me?
Handstand 'cross the land,
Somersault across the sea,
When will you come back to me?
Oh, I knew you 'fore I met you -
When will you be back with me?
Roving over land and sea,
I'll roll my way straight back to thee.
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Spoony Bard Liverpool, UK
Huyton's half-fi finest, Spoony Bard dispenses occasional bursts of observational bedroom pop from a box-room on the A5080. Wrapping his tales of everyday awkwardness in jauntily individual arrangements and addictively alliterative wit, he has a tendency to get embarrassed when talking about himself at length. Like now. ... more
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