Special Offers

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A first edition of honest songwriting.

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released November 10, 2010

Written & Performed by Freya Monks & Finian Divilly
Recorded and Mixed by Tommy Mclaughlin at Attica Audio

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Track Name: Special Offers
Special Offers

I’m unaware that when I sleep
And I feel in control
The cold light tears up the covers
Gives up my dreaming alone

For any freedom I keep to myself
Mortal minds die amongst made machines

But the Special Offer speakers are knocking
Farming all the love-joy decay

Adult scenes from the start
Painting yellow on the plot
Hello girlfriend, ‘what’s your name?’
Let’s have children and grow apart

For any freedom I keep to myself
Mortal minds die amongst made machines

But the special offer speakers are knocking
Farming all the love-joy decay

Sell, Sell, Sell
...The grass we laze upon...

I’m unaware that when I sleep
And I fell in control
The cold light tears up the covers
Gives up my dreaming alone.

Farming all the love joy decay
Track Name: Glory Shoes
Glory Shoes

Walking through my head again
The sleepers lead me on
To wilderness and friends
Oh my love I’m such a mess
I’m such a mess
You wouldn’t want me now

It rips and pulls me out of shape
Crushed by a hand
I listen to you leave
My weight is tossed around in heavy shades
The hunt that never dies
Draws trouble from my sleeve

The wallflower starves from the grey
Noboby cries – You can’t run away
The looney lives behind the gates
Nobody dies – You can’t run away from me

House lights warm my feet before the ground
Carry me through air
I laugh out loud
There is no home without a hand
My head is quiet now...

The wallflower starves from the grey
Noboby cries – You can’t run away
The looney lives behind the gates
Nobody dies – You can’t run away from me

Nobody dies & Nobody dies & nobody dies & obody ies & body es & ody s & dy = die
Track Name: Hollow Tree
Hollow Tree

There’s a tree littered with ribbons
Tying lungs
Winding arms
Rooted to living
Save those victims might they deliver
Names
Places
Faces of their given ripper

No-one goes there when it’s dark
The branches play umbrella to the wicker man’s work
A place where the sun slides down
Afraid of its face

All was gone but the ground and lovely litter
Childhood sold
Bitterly bold
Reckless winger
Nostalgia might be the deadwood slipper
Hollow Tree
Hollow Me
Facing my only ripper

No-one goes there when it’s dark
The branches play umbrella to the wicker man’s work
A place where the sun slides down
Afraid of its face

You’ll never see a face until the menacing hurts
...and the innocent birth
Track Name: Yellow Flower
Yellow Flower

Have I seen too much?
Been here too long?
I’ve no idea where i am.
The future is free
But this man; he wants old money to create it
No-one ever told you it would take this much
Go this far
Steal your life, your love
Leave your scars as they’re burning
A deft touch for his mannequin alive

Needed a rock when your heart turned to stone
No hopes of what would remain now you’re buried and gone

You shouldn’t have died so young, so beautiful, so flawed
Life is lost and it’s taken
‘Yellow Flower ‘hang your head in shame’

The city drags the life from your veins
But you cannot let the needle go
The day just turns in upon itself
You’re just a still frame hanging upon his door

Place trust in another’s vision
The only real excuse for life
The coffee’s all gone
Your eyes have run dry
The new money is swimming in a sea of yellow flowers

As a child pushed in and out of hospital doors
No address, you never had a home to call your own

You shouldn’t have died so young, so beautiful, so flawed
Life is lost and it’s taken
‘Yellow Flower ‘hang your head in shame’

The city drags the life from your veins
But you cannot let the needle go
The day just turns in upon itself
You’re just a still frame hanging upon his door