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Prelude
00:43
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Written by Imogen Cygler
Produced by Theo Carbo with Imogen Cygler
Engineered by Theo Carbo
Mixed by Kyrre Laastad at Øra Studio
Mastered by Rashad Becker at Clunk Studio
Vocals, Piano, Keyboards and Strings: Imogen Cygler
Guitars and Keyboards: Theo Carbo
Double Bass: Robbie Finch
Drums: Ollie Cox
Additional Engineering: David Quested
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3. |
Greedy for Corduroy
03:13
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She wanted the cords
She wanted the flared cords
With the high waist
And she wanted to find the perfect chords
To sing her song about you
‘Cause she wanted you too
She wanted to wear the cords to his house
He has ugly bathroom with a perfect mirror
And she wanted to take a photo of her waist
In the cords, in the mirror
She knows they think it’s narcissistic, but to her it’s holistic
Each unartistic snap solidifies her world it is
Or as she wants it to seem
She wanted the cords
She wanted the flared cords
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4. |
Lazy Susan
03:52
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Susan is ill
Susan is lazy
Susan’s asleep
Susan is crazy
Susan is weak
Susan is lazy
Susan is meek
Susan is lazy
Susan, she lives down the road where Crocker Hill gets hazy
I saw her kissing Billy Blunt, she tells me that I’m crazy
After school, we take the shortcut down to Thatcher Creek
We heard that once a boy fell in, we heard the boy was meek
Susan is ill
Susan is lazy
Susan’s asleep
Susan is crazy
Susan is weak
Susan is lazy
Susan is meek
Susan is lazy
Yearly with the harvest
Berries turn our lips to red
Me and lazy Susan
We don’t want to go to bed
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5. |
Plain Jane
04:07
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Smudges on a vase
Vague traces of a touch
Plain Jane wilts softly
She never asks for much
She lives inside a story
She’s writing in her head
Her nervous heart is aching
In a made up world instead
Then she dares herself to laugh
She dares herself to despair
Dares herself to insist
There’s a whisper in the air
A window left wide open
On a warm November night
Sends a breeze to cloak her skin
And make everything alright
Gather your pencils up
Draw wildly like a child
Fall into your sheets
Restless bodies reconciled
But Plain Jane waits
She couldn’t tell you why
When she wants it back she sees
The moment has passed by
I will run across the plane
I will run across the plane
The long grass will scratch my legs
And I will not be plain
I will run across the plane
I’ll run across the plane
The long grass will scratch my legs
And I will not be plain
I will, I will not be plain
She dares herself to laugh
She dares herself to despair
She dares herself to laugh
She dares herself to despair
She dares herself to laugh
She dares herself to despair
Dares herself to insist
There’s a whisper in the air
A window left wide open
On a warm November night
Sends a breeze to cloak her skin
And make everything alright
Smudges on his shirt
A certain sense of worth
Plain Jane she knows it
She’s had a second birth
She’s in a whole new story
She dreamed of long ago
Assertive as she strolls down
The path she longed to know
I will run across the plane
I will run across the plane
The long grass will scratch my legs
And I will not be plain
I will run across the plane
I’ll run across the plane
The long grass will scratch my legs
And I will not be plain
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6. |
Bloody Mary
03:48
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Oh every drop of blood
That she loses
Along the way
She knows someday
Will tell the story
Of a girl
Who lived like a rose
Sweet and red, she grows
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7. |
Up in the Lake
04:07
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Every day I wake up to the ceiling
Hungry and hot, embarrassed of feeling
The things you make me feel
Maybe I’ll cook and we’ll share a meal
I watched as you grazed your knee
Salty and sore it seemed to me
That your body was tired and easy to tear
I want you to open, I want you to share
Tell me my eyes are pretty
Painted blue, just like you
Give me a flower to press in a book
I’ll post it to you in a year or two
I’m lonely when I’m awake
Follow your footsteps and end up in the lake
Close my eyes and turn to dark
I’ll think we’re together even when we’re apart
Promise to smile if I’m kissed tonight
Use my manors and do everything right
I want to be somewhere other than here
I want to do something I secretly fear
Tell me my eyes are pretty
Painted blue, just like you
Give me a flower to press in a book
I’ll post it to you in a year or two
I’m lonely when I’m awake
Follow your footsteps and end up in the lake
Close my eyes and turn to dark
I’ll think we’re together even when we’re apart
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Lamy
02:31
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She bites pens
Lids and ends
Of ballpoints
And felt tips
Those felt tips have been
Dimpled by
Her teeth
And her lips
He likes German pens
With smooth inky ends
But there’s one pen
Safe in his draw
That was lucky to be bitten
By a girl he loved before
I bite pens
Lids and ends
Of ballpoints
And felt tips
Those felt tips have been
Dimpled by
My teeth
And my lips
You like German pens
With smooth inky ends
But there’s one pen
Safe in your draw
That was lucky to be bitten
By a girl you loved before
We bite pens
Lids and ends
Of ballpoints
And felt tips
Those felt tips have been
Dimpled by
Our teeth
And our lips
We like German pens
With smooth inky ends
But there’s one pen
Safe in our draw
That was lucky to be bitten
By a girl we loved before
The last he heard
She was working in the theatre
She makes music
And he’d quite like to hear her
He sometimes sends ‘Hellos’
Along with his friends
But they rarely get delivered
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9. |
Optometrist
03:30
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You’re my optometrist
Don’t pretend you don’t know me
You tested my eyes last month
I’ll pretend I didn’t see you
You think my vision’s
Blurry when it’s not
Don’t pretend you didn’t see me
You’re my optometrist
Don’t pretend you didn’t see me
Bet you want to test my eyes again
Bet you want to test my memory again
Just to tell me I have 20/20 vision again
Tell me to come back in a year again
Don’t pretend you didn’t see me
You’re my optometrist
Don’t pretend you don’t know me
You tested my eyes last month
I’ll pretend I didn’t see you
You think my vision’s
Blurry when it’s not
Don’t pretend you didn’t see me
You’re my optometrist
Don’t pretend you can’t hear me
You’re my psychiatrist
You’ve heard all of my problems
You know me the best
Don’t pretend you can’t heal me
You’re my beauty therapist
Don’t pretend you can’t sense me
You will be my final test
Don’t pretend you can’t sense me
You will be my final test
Don’t pretend you can’t sense me
You will be my final test
Bet you want to test my eyes again
Bet you want to test my memory again
Just to tell me I have 20/20 vision again
Tell me to come back in a year again
Linda Ulvaeus
I see you girl
I see you Linda
I hear you
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Awful
04:04
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Thank you for showing me
Like I needed to see
Thank you for testing me
I can now so plainly see
That you are awful
You are awful
I’m in awe of just how awful you are
Oh you’re awful
So awful
I’m amazed at just how awful you are
Thank you for setting me free
That was a joke
I hope you like my joke
Thank you for proving to me
That was such a waste of time
And you’re awful
You are awful
I’m in awe of just how awful you are
Oh you’re awful
So awful
I’m amazed at just how awful you are
You will get what’s coming for you
I know it won’t be that long
You will find what’s waiting for you
I know it won’t be that long
It feels like the end of an era
It feels like I’m finally slipping away
It feels like the end of an era
And today is a brand new day
Thank you
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11. |
Grandma Has a Boyfriend
04:15
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Grandma has a boyfriend
Her boyfriend’s name is Sam
Grandma has a boyfriend
We saw them holding hands
She said that he surprised her
She said that they’re just friends
But Grandma has a boyfriend
Her boyfriend’s name is Sam
We saw them holding hands though
Her room was awful clean
Aunty said he’s seen her
Plenty at least three
Grandma, Grandma
Grandma, Grandma
This is not the first time
(This is not the first time)
Grandma’s seen this man
She’s outlived two husbands
(She’s outlived two husbands)
Grandma’s in demand
Just a few years back (back)
Grandma caused a scene (scene)
Sam and Grandma had a fling
Scandalous it seems
Alas, Grandma moved on
In turn, so did Sam
Grandma’s thing didn’t last long
But boy oh boy did Sam’s
Grandma then got jealous
Of Sam and his new ma’am
She stalked them in a park one day
Here’s where Grandma strays
Grandma hid behind a tree
Waiting for her time
She seized the opportunity
To attack her in her prime
Got out her umbrella
(Got out her umbrella)
Took her by surprise
Grandma, please don’t do that
(Grandma, please don’t do that)
You’re acting like a child
Shoved her in the back (back)
The woman kept her calm (calm)
Simply turned around
There was reason for alarm
Sam said ‘What is this?’
Grandma said ‘you know.’
Sam said ‘no I don’t.’
Grandma turned to the woman and said
‘You whore, you only want him for his money
You whore, you only want him for his money.’
Now’s the final chapter
We know of long ago
How does this chapter end
You’re curious to know
They raced each other to the
Local police station
That’s right Grandma had a
Restraining order taken out on her
But what have we learnt
(What have we learnt)
Love wins overall
Now they’re back together
(Now they’re back together)
In the dementia ward
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12. |
Sometimes Strangers
06:20
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This is my third crush on a boy called James
I guess it’s common, it’s one of those names
That share corners of my past
Without colouring all of my heart
Whenever I meet a boy with the name
I quickly forget the previous James
And slowly I slide into a season of new
Memories of him fade into the blue
I know that I’m taller, I know that I’ve grown
When I see a movie alone
Sometimes strangers say your name
And I no longer feel the same
Speaking words can open the door
To second storey evenings summers before
Or golden afternoons in the hills
Or dusty dancefloors swallowing pills
But often it washes right over my head
My mind feels different instead
Even when I wrap you up into my dreams
It’s less to do with you than it seems
I know that I’m taller, I know that I’ve grown
When I see a movie alone
Sometimes strangers say your name
And I’m licked by last year’s flame
Sometimes strangers say your name
And I no longer feel the same
I no longer feel the same
I no longer feel the same
No more asking
Here I lie
Heartache helping
Nothing at all
Nothing at all
Nothing at all
Nothing at all
Put me in the bin
Trash me in the can
Recycle me, please
Put me in the bin
That was my final try
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Imogen Cygler Melbourne, Australia
Imogen Cygler (b. Melbourne) was classically trained in piano, violin and voice before making a shift to more contemporary composition.
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