1. |
The Pleasures
04:04
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I'm past it, either that or I never had it
Burnt daylight dwindling, desperately diplomatic
No good band is democratic, it's tragic
The wavering of self-doubt
The old blood they never backed it so I had to help myself out
I could feed success, breed success
But they couldn't see it, even when it was spelt out
And I'll admit it, the carrot hung
It swung like vibrato so of course I went and bit it
My foot the only one that those shoes fit
Got the entire world firmly under it
Both a god and goddess together
It's my reflection and I'll be in love with it forever
Both delicious and demonic together
It's my essence and I'll be in love with it forever
Both a god and goddess together
It's my reflection and I'll be in love with it forever
Both delicious and demonic together
It's my essence and I'll be in love with it forever
How tormenting to have all of this inside of me
But to you, it's just words
To me, a fresh burn that blisters and then bursts
It's quick to fade away but bears a scar that begs to stay
And now these days are like Dali's colours, only duller
Persistent, only in melting into one another
And screaming is a sign that you're getting better
Still sick with the need to be where their eyes rest with pleasure
Both a god and goddess together
It's my reflection and I'll be in love with it forever
Both delicious and demonic together
It's my essence and I'll be in love with it forever
Both a god and goddess together
It's my reflection and I'll be in love with it forever
Both delicious and demonic together
It's my essence and I'll be in love with it forever
And I'll be in love with it forever
And I'll be in love with it forever
And I'll be in love with it forever
And I'll be in love with it forever
When you crossed me, the angels stubbed out their cigarettes
And every shooting star went dark
And now it's clear
You were only in love with my eyes because they look like yours
You were only in love with my mouth for its words
And the sound they give yours
To be dragged by the scruff of your neck
To force your own eyes open in compulsion
To face what was yours by creation
In its most grotesque and repulsive
Now ask yourself this, was it really more in the gutter?
These violent delights have violent ends
And violently you'll see
Nobody decides it's over for me, but me
Both a god and goddess together
It's my reflection and I'll be in love with it forever
Both delicious and demonic together
It's my essence and I'll be in love with it forever
Both a god and goddess together
It's my reflection and I'll be in love with it forever
Both delicious and demonic together
It's my essence and I'll be in love with it forever
And I'll be in love with it forever
And I'll be in love with it forever
And I'll be in love with it forever, ever, ever, ever
And I'll be in love with it forever
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2. |
Limerence
03:57
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Cut my teeth on ties cut
But wrapped around my finger is the best you've ever looked
I'm stuck
Visits me in my dreams but dissolves in my mouth before I get a lick
Wet feet, damp lips, is all I'm left with
Desperation written across my knees in scuffs
My lipsticks smudged, I'm on the cusp
Tingling for you, are you tingling for me too or am I being too brash?
I've met my match
What's mine never leaves unbitten, unscratched
I'm down on me knees
Obsessive, obscene
I'll beg, I'll plead, I'll plead
Don't you leave me kneeling
I'm down on me knees
Obsessive, obscene
I'll beg, I'll plead, I'll plead
Don't you leave me kneeling
Not a need but a must
And set in my sights is the best you've ever looked
Cheeks flushed
Visits me in my dreams but melts in my hands before I get a look
A taste, a touch, is not enough (It's not enough)
Adoration dripping it sticks behind my eyes, between my thighs
Don't act surprised
Tingling for you, are you tingling for me too or am I being too brash?
I've met my match
What's mine never leaves unbitten, unscratched
I'm down on me knees
Obsessive, obscene
I'll beg, I'll plead, I'll plead
Don't you leave me kneeling
I'm down on me knees
Obsessive, obscene
I'll beg, I'll plead, I'll plead
Don't you leave me kneeling
Wired up on my charm offensive
Take all of me, disarmed, defenceless
All of me, a cure for curiosity
I'll fight for a fix, yeah I fought it, I meant it
Right on time for a blessing in disguise
And I fall to the floor just to claw for the highs
Desperation written across my knees in scuffs
My lipstick is smudged, I'm on the cusp
Tingling for you, are you tingling for me too or am I being too brash?
I've met my match
What's mine never leaves unbitten, unscratched
I'm down on me knees
Obsessive, obscene
I'll beg, I'll plead, I'll plead
Don't you leave me kneeling
I'm down on me knees
Obsessive, obscene
I'll beg, I'll plead, I'll plead
Don't you leave me kneeling
Wired up on my charm offensive
Take all of me, disarmed, defenceless
All of me, a cure for curiosity
I'll fight for a fix, yeah I fought it, I meant it
Right on time for a blessing in disguise
And I fall to the floor just to claw for the highs
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3. |
Cardinal
02:48
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To my left there’s a flat cap
A sovereign squared, loves West Ham United
And his teeth look ransacked
Loudmouth for a man with lips so tiny
To my right is the worst type
A turned-up collar, the beer-stained denim
And he’s gutted I’ve turned up, churned up
His turf turns purple
He’s spitting venom
And he’s rigid, you see the thing is
Unorthodox is met with grimace
I raise my Guiness to those that boil the blood of bigots
They think I’m timid
Oh I’m piss wet through with Boulash spirit
You might have the loudest bark
But a boy with bangs bites harder, livid
Punch drunk, stars in his eyes
Dumbstruck, got a feeling he might see
Bloodlust, violent delights,
Out of luck, got a feeling he might be
Out of luck, got a feeling he might be
Out of luck, got a feeling he might be
I have him rattled
Lace and leather has him baffled
I have him straddled
His brain cells are my fucking saddle
His eyes fixated
Sparse hair stands on end, his fists inflated
My breathe is baited, Frank Costellos agitated
And so it starts
My smile splits his word in half
He’s feeling violent, here we go again
I break the silence
Punch drunk, stars in his eyes
Dumbstruck, got a feeling he might see
Bloodlust, violent delights,
Out of luck, got a feeling he might be
Out of luck, got a feeling he might be
Out of luck, got a feeling he might be
Out of luck, got a feeling he might be
Out of luck, got a feeling you might be
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4. |
Mother Monica
02:53
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Run my fingertips over the rosary
Teeth bared, white knuckles
Over stretched skin
A sacramental trickle down the chin
Devoured the last scraps of virtue
From my brain and licked the whole plate clean
Sanity in intervals, idolatry through vigils
Keep me fed, keep me full
Oh god, make me good
Oh god, make me good
But just not yet
Oh god, make me good
Oh god, make me good
But just not yet
Oh god, make me good
Oh god, make me good
But just not yet
Oh god, make me good
Oh god, make me good
To peak and to pine
To gorge and to glut
For salvation and in salivating
The types of wants that live in roots of fangs
In pits of guts
Keep me fed, keep me full
Oh god, make me good
Oh god, make me good
But just not yet
Oh god, make me good
Oh god, make me good
But just not yet
Oh god, make me good
Oh god, make me good
But just not yet
Oh god, make me good
Oh god, make me good
Keep me fed, keep me full
Let me suck every finger clean
Keep me fed, keep me full
Let me suck every finger clean
Keep me fed, keep me full
Let me suck every finger clean
Keep me fed, keep me full
Let me suck every finger clean
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5. |
Knee Injury
03:24
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For weeks I’ve been pacing
Chronically debating
But in a position, periodically I’m raging
It’s devastating
But with an air sign on my side, I’m not longer suffocating
I breathe deep through the hardship
Breathe, I need to calm it
I’ve got half-arsed talent doubting how good my art is
Listen to the mutters, pinpoint where the bark is
Be the loudest in the room
You’ll never be the smartest, you half-wit
And you should know this
Cover me in shit, I’ll come up smelling like roses
And on that note
On more thing you should know is that I’m ruled by Saturn
There’s no doubt who the goat is
I found warmth in the ruin, the gutter
I rest in flames, one swallow doesn’t make a summer
Did I stutter? No prizes for conspiring
Oh, did I stutter? There’s nothing worth admiring
And easy does it, easy does it
They say a burnt child dreads the fire, this one loves it
Easy does it
No prizes for conspiring
Oh, easy does it
Left nothing worth desiring
Doused in disdain
It’s the shame that ignites me
I’ll define this moment or this moment will define me
When I check myself I’ve got my Mother to remind me
If you’re searching for my name, it won’t be difficult to find me
Who are you to blindside me?
No longer beside me
I still can’t believe it
Months on end I’ve been chomping at the bit but my appetite dipped
And for weeks I wasn’t eating
I don’t want this, I need it
I say I’m unbothered but I know I don’t seem it
You’re rent free in my head so I’m putting this to bed
It can be your turn to see me when you’re sleeping
Not optimistic that you’re dreaming
You set the bar as the ceiling
KOKO to The Ritz, you’re at home in bits
And it’s me that’s got England screaming
I found warmth in the ruin, the gutter
I rest in flames, one swallow doesn’t make a summer
Did I stutter? No prizes for conspiring
Oh, did I stutter? There’s nothing worth admiring
And easy does it, easy does it
They say a burnt child dreads the fire, this one loves it
Easy does it
No prizes for conspiring
Oh, easy does it
Left nothing worth desiring
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6. |
97%
03:37
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I read and re-read alone but it never made sense
The pleads for women to give their bodies and lives to young men who do deserve them
But what man is truly deserving of a body which created his very existence?
Reduce divine female energy to an object to which you’re entitled
More than just titles, not just a Daughter, a Wife, a Mother
A persistent urge engrained from birth burrows itself deep into the roots of opportunity
As both lustful violence and morals grapple
But the outcome formulates and is spat out via an Adam’s apple
That’s been rotting to its core since early adolescence
My partner lays restless, breathless at the destructive capabilities of man
And as I console her, I’m a problematic reflection
A projection of a contorted being that plagues her existence
That’s exactly what I am, the product of past generations
A contemplation of the modern man
Tell them to smile because it might never happen
But it has and it does and it will
What was she wearing?
Looks don’t kill
I’m a man regretfully
I’m a man unexceptionally
I’m a man, I’m a man, I’m a man indefensibly
What was she wearing?
Looks don’t kill
She read and re-read alone, missing, last seen here
In fear of and anticipating becoming another statistic
For she has to create her own sense of safety
Even in a safe district
Consolation via a telephone conversation is unclear
As muffled speech seeps through her tears
And all I offer is a throw away sentence
That spits in the face of reassurance
And disregards the ending to a narrative that is all too familiar to her
And every woman for that matter
I witnessed her soul shatter
I witnessed her sick to the stomach that a man could pluck a woman from where she stood
With the force to unearth her roots
Now her flowers only bloom in the heart of the common
This thing upon me like a flower, a feast
Women aren’t objects to be devoured, deflowered
Pure repulsion personified in power
You use brute force to overpower
Because you can’t stand to see women empowered
Tell them to smile, because it might never happen
But it has and it does and it will
What was she wearing?
Looks don’t kill
I’m a man regretfully
I’m a man unexceptionally
I’m a man, I’m a man, I’m a man, I’m a man, I’m a man indefensibly
Tell them to smile because it might never happen
But it has and it does and it will
What was she wearing looks don’t kill?
I’m a man regretfully
I’m a man unexceptionally
I’m a man, I’m a man, I’m a man indefensibly
What was she wearing?
Looks don’t kill
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7. |
Guts
03:10
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I'm partial to a bite
I'm a parasite, a prodigy
Much to my delight at first they laugh and now they copy me
Come and quench my thirst boy, I'm here to milk it honestly
I'll drink it in and spit it in the face of their misogyny
I'm well versed
I'm saying that with modesty
Modestly I'm going places
Promise not a prophecy
Such idioms on idiots were wasted and historically
They never broke an artist
Just their fucking hearts, atrocity
Got offered the apple and I bit it
If you wanna see me boy, you better buy a ticket
Fortune favours the wicked
Got a villain complex?
Bold of you to assume it
I'll see you boy, again
I'll see you boy, again
Until then, I'll wear your guts for garters
I'll chew you up, of you I'll make a martyr
I'm partial to a leash
I'm a leech that's not done leeching
Cut the collar on my ties and so I sunk my bitter teeth in
A Strummer and Sioux love child is not a child that you're breeding
But I birthed the bastard anyway
It's kicking and it's screaming
It's kicking and it's screaming
Kicking, kicking, kicking, kicking screaming
I'll see you boy, again
I'll see you boy, again
Until then, I'll wear your guts for garters
I'll chew you up, of you I'll make a martyr
I descended into ashes and baptised myself in dust
A bird amongst your hands was worth at least two in the bush
I wept with those who wept the loudest
Wailing bitter cries
Oh boy, I'm stiff necked and I'm stubborn
Once bitten and twice shy
I threw caution to the wind
Knowing which way it was blowing
A stitch in time it might save nine
Stitches not worth sewing
They never played with all full deck, when planning such a ploy
So off I tore my sackcloth
And bathed in fucking joy
Bathed in fucking joy
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8. |
Live Deliciously
03:42
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With a fist, I’ll kiss
Every inch of you the sun missed
Under the collar, below the hips
Under the collar and below the hips
I’ll lick the salt from your soul
And crack your ribs for toothpicks
I’m sucking on cherries and spitting out the pits
Out the pits, out the pits
Dousing the fire left inside you with my cinnamon soaked wit
I’m so quick
I rub the bruises on my knuckles with affection
The only proof you still exist
Found a needing in deceiving
I’ll leave you strutting straighter the next time that we’re meeting
We’re meeting
Found a needing in deceiving
Looking up on me
Begging for relief
I said you better kiss me handsome, with blood between my teeth
Looking up on me
Begging for relief
I said you better kiss me handsome, with blood between my teeth
There’s a delicateness inside you that’s just dying to creep out
An affliction that festers
Greets everyone you meet with a boot to the face but
Hiding ain’t much of a living boy, be afraid
In a town where pride came to make wine with wrath but died in vain
Left behind a fire in your throat that has you begging for the rain
Shoot a gaze for God but all you see is me
Straight from fingertips
Merlot gloss sticks, stains cheeks, chests
Tints eyes, drips from lips
Found a needing in deceiving
I’ll leave you strutting straighter the next time that we’re meeting
We’re meeting
Found a needing in deceiving
Looking up on me
Begging for relief
I said you better kiss me handsome, with blood between my teeth
Looking up on me
Begging for relief
I said you better kiss me handsome, with blood between my teeth
Found a needing in deceiving
I’ll leave you strutting straighter the next time that we’re meeting
We’re meeting
Found a needing in deceiving
Sinning men are prettiest when they’re on their knees
Looking up on me
Begging for relief
I said you better kiss me handsome, with blood between my teeth
Looking up on me
Begging for relief
I said you better kiss me handsome, with blood between my teeth
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9. |
Dunoon
03:38
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There’s no end, limit or conclusion for this tale as old as time
An ethanol soaked thorn in the side
Delusion well and truly set in stone
Discoloured flesh a warning sign
Danger doused in sepia tone
The consistency of disappointment is some feat
The next sip has always been the source of satisfaction
Addiction is a well-trodden path
And he’s dug his fucking heels in
Ill-considered action is a slippery old slope
My wounds are a slalom and the salt is on tap
A quick fist fight with his offspring before he races me to the bottom for good measure
No ice
The smile wiped off my face, one too many times
One too many times
One too many times
One too many times
Rotten fruit falls on its own
One too many times
The sculpture is cut from the stone
Sink or swim, he dives right in
Right in
He’s not waving, he’s drowning, he sinks
Take him away, take him away, take him
My sweaty palm well braced for the coffin
I stand straight, face what loss is
Take him away, take him away, take him
The wind takes him
He’s bound for where the bottle is
Each drop a fatal blow and I am past trying to soften in
A penny for my thoughts, a pound he does the opposite
A rigorous approach, when it comes to it, I bottle it
I could throttle him but he’s my idol
Back on the bike plagued by a vicious cycle
And supposedly self-preservation is primal
But I fear he’s left defenceless
Locking horns with self-denial
Only the very sweetest in this world are loathsome of their own delicious
But with that comes the strength to make honey from mess
From what I’ve learnt, it’s never to late to be exactly who you were meant to be
It’s never too dark to be hopefully because the light is always there
Even when it isn’t switched on
You can stay in the dark forever
Or you can make honey from this mess
I hope you make honey
Sink or swim, he dives right in
Right in
He’s not waving, he’s drowning, he sinks
Take him away, take him away, take him
My sweaty palm well braced for the coffin
I stand straight, face what loss is
Take him away, take him away, take him
Sink or swim, he dives right in
Right in
He’s not waving, he’s drowning, he sinks
Take him away, take him away, take him
My sweaty palm well braced for the coffin
I stand straight, face what loss is
Take him away, take him away, take him
Take him, take him, take him
Take him, take him, take him, take him
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10. |
Violent Delights
06:34
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You let the grass grow under your feet
You’re sinking in the soil
You should look before you leap
You could never share the spoils
I’m your dismalest day and when I rain, I pour
I’ll piss on your parade until I can’t piss anymore
I’m a bore, I go on, I’m wittering away
I’ll be your first thought in the morning
I was your last one yesterday
I had to square the circle so of course I belled the cat
Played the damsel in distress, of course I never fell for that
Tried to lay me flat but I came kicking in my casket
And off I sent you packing back to hell in a handbasket
My stomach is a furnace, you’re burning in my gut
Had one foot out the door but I made sure to slam it shut
I’m at a mutt
I need muzzling
But I’m barking up the right tree
If moderation is fault then indifference is a crime scene
You took your bag and baggage
You pennywise, pound fool
Complacency is a sin, an idle hand my favourite tool
I didn’t rest up on my laurels, I hoovered every crumb
Cross bridges when you get there, I cross before they come
Birds of feather, flock together and said we’ll see ourselves out
This is the age of Capricorn, candles will blow themselves out
Ashes to ashes
From rust to stardust
In sickness and wrath
In envy and lust
The glint of my ribs, the shine of my spine
The hounds and the angels, wore their skin as mine
Ashes to ashes
From rust to stardust
In sickness and wrath
In envy and lust
Rip me limb from limb, my allied, my kin
Ate the heart first, wiped you from my chin
Ate the heart first, wiped you from my chin
The prophecy goes that every cell in the body replaces itself entirely every seven years
Soon I’ll be someone you never clawed your way into
Someone you never knew
It’s first red to pink then septic yellow and green hues then so black, it was almost blue
If I was in your shoes, I’d crawl out from under my own skin just to try and kick them off
And what’s inside me seethes
Claws at the glottal, mutilates my laughter
I’ll hunt in every lifetime
Maim your past and present, await you in the after
Both bestial and celestial
I’m feasting in the fell
Stand to face the sun, I cast myself, I am the spell
To leave and never be left
The prang in your knee is the star upon my breast
Tick, tick, tick
Tick, tick, tick
An air of grace that tick, tick, ticks
The death rattle that hit, hit, hits
A battle cry that stick, stick, sticks
An air of grace that tick, tick, ticks
The death rattle that hit, hit, hits
A battle cry that stick, stick, sticks
Nothing
Tick, tick, ticks
Nothing
Hit, hit, hits
Nothing
Stick, stick, sticks
Nothing
Tick, tick, ticks
Water’s everywhere (nothing)
There’s not a drop to drink (nothing)
I turn to my favourite author (nothing)
I’m thirsting for a mind that thinks
Nothing
Ashes to ashes
From rust to stardust
In sickness and wrath
In envy and lust
The glint of my ribs, the shine of my spine
The hounds and the angels, wore their skin as mine
Ashes to ashes
From rust to stardust
In sickness and wrath
In envy and lust
Rip me limb from limb, my allied, my kin
Ate the heart first, wiped you from my chin
Ashes to ashes
From rust to stardust
In sickness and wrath
In envy and lust
Rip me limb from limb, my allied, my kin
The hallow and hold, in saviour and sin
These violent delights have violent ends
And violently you’ll see
Nobody decides is over for me, but me
Nobody decides its over for me, but me
Nobody decides its over for me, but me
Nobody decides its over for me, but me
Nobody decides its over but me
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