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Playing My Tiny Violin
04:16
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I’m running out of people
Who don’t disappoint me
I’m running out of music
That doesn’t annoy me
I’m playing my tiny violin
Will you listen?
Will you listen?
I don’t stray from my tiny violin
Through the heckling
Intermissions
I don’t play it on a whim
It’s the saddest song of all time
It’s the part where I lose everything
And my mind…
I’m running out of bug spray
I’m running out of milk
I’m running out of willpower
I’m running out of lyrics
(Fly? High? Sky? Why?)
I’m playing my tiny violin
Will you listen?
Will you listen?
I don’t stray from my tiny violin
Through the heckling
Intermissions
I don’t play it on a whim
It’s the saddest song of all time
It’s the part where I lose everything
And my mind…
Look, there it goes…
(La, la, la, la, la)
And I don’t know how to tell you
The orchestra has left
I tried to play conductor
(Play to the crowd)
But instead I’m I’m the best
(Play it better)
At playing my tiny violin
Will you listen?
With a choir?
(Aah!)
I don’t stray from my tiny violin
Through the heckling
(Boooo)
Intermissions
I don’t play it on a whim
It’s the saddest song of all time
I have played my diminutive strings
And now I’m fine
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2. |
Biarritz
03:14
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Where is your house in Biarritz?
Where is your wall of billboard hits?
The saddest part of all, it is…
...that no-one really cares about your woes
[SPOKEN] Be like Judy Garland, darling
Give them what they want
Let them think they've won
Or be dead and done
Such a sorry sight
For the protégé
(Heartbreak! / All ruins)
Never fade away!
Only you could fail
That spectacularly
(Don’t look down, don’t look down)
Well, don't look at me
Where is your house in Biarritz?
You might as well just cash your chips
You've really gone and fucked it.
But maybe no-one cares
'Cause it's none of their business
Though dismal and delicious
Super and superfi-cious
But no-one really cares
Except you
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You hang out with your brother
He barely moves an inch
Dedicated to mother
I see the resemblance
Is it too late for fan clubs?
Is it too late for thanks?
Is it too late for dust ups?
Is it too late for me?
I thought I'd be much older
(At least fifty)
To have this kind of face
(What a state)
Just gas, sad-ness and solder
(Mostly gas)
That's holding me in place
(Oooh-wooo)
Is it too late for fan clubs?
Is it too late to score?
(I'm not sure)
Is it too late for gestures?
(Big or small)
To do this anymore?
All hours, all ages anxiety
I still lie that I don't have it, on my terrible CV
Will I live to be the villain? Or be obscured by an ominous melody?
I grew up to be a pylon
No-one wants to be my friend
but I love…the...electricity!
Is it too late for fan clubs?
Is it too late for thanks?
(Mum and Dad)
Is it too late for catch ups?
Is it too late to say?
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Shoreliner
03:59
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Watch me from the shoreline, wave right back
Watch me like a punchline falling flat
Watch me falling into the age old trap
No, it's ok, it doesn't hurt that bad
Kick me when I'm down and choking
Kick me when I'm already broken...
Watch me from the shoreline, wave right back
Watch me like a punchline falling flat
Watch me like a crumbling artefact
Don't pick up the pieces, you just take the souvenir snap
Snap things in half, crush the facts
Flooded breaths that fight the impact
Watch me from the shoreline, wave right back
Watch me like a punchline falling flat
Watch you disregard the unspoken pact
It was good while it lasted but there's no going back...
...back now
Will you still…?
Watch me from the shoreline, wave right back
Watch me like a punchline falling flat
Watch me sinking, laugh like a maniac
No use for me now, you only raise your hand and...
...watch me from the shoreline, wave right back
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5. |
You Live Alone
03:32
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You live alone
Above the bay
That overlooks the hours they throw away
The temperamental touch or love in waves.
Another year to save.
I've given up
Where you have not
The jutting out of time to jumping off
A conversation that precedes a loss
The surprise of living when odds are low
I hope it never shows
I hope it never shows
I'm here again
To haunt the view
A wish that only lasts a day or two
Becomes the figure looming over you
The edge of an ending
To live alone
To live alone
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Roberta Fidora England, UK
Falling somewhere between Bet Lynch and David Lynch.
"Ideal synth pop for melancholics..." - MOJO Magazine.
New EP out now: robertafidora.bandcamp.com/album/apophonia
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