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And as I went my drunken way I could hear their present laughter;
Their hearts too happy with today to care for what comes after.
So many times, so many shoes - who knows which car you’re going to choose.
Get him with him, don’t get in with her, who will know?
You’ll get your just desserts.
Is that why you play your music so loud?
Cause I heard all the other names that you can’t whisper at night.
My skin is young, and there goes the love of my life.
Do I think about anything, no.
Am I tired, yes.
Am I just passing time waiting for you?
Can you kiss me, but make it beautiful.
‘You’ll end up surprising yourself.’
He picked up his drink, saw it was empty, and put it down again.
‘Never perhaps to see each other is every bit of wonderful.’
It seemed the night had just opened.
I can’t sleep but, he’s dreaming dreams.
‘How we would lay in June - the month that never sleeps.’
It’s so much easier to dream, how he meets his memory in so lonely a place as this -
The evenings here must be a truce:
Some people murmuring, some not caring.
In this night which radiates in everything, across the wet caged floor as morning’s horizon comes,
You’ll learn so much, that you couldn’t learn before.
Is that why you play your music so loud?
Cause I heard all the other names that you can’t whisper at night.
My skin is young, and there goes the love of my life.
Do I think about anything, no.
Am I tired, yes.
Am I just passing time waiting for you?
Can you kiss me, but make it beautiful.
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Can't Tell
03:09
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Lean back dreaming of my abode,
to the arms of lover I hold.
‘Hey Son, give me dice now’, he rolls,
she smiles - thinks she knows.
Oh, open up your mind,
you sit like a light asleep banged in a teahead joyride - lost!
Screaming with your eyes - I could never let you go, I love you baby!
I tell the truth because I just can’t tell when you lie.
Hold down the phone, cause you lie.
I will not sink, I will fly.
Gods may not fear how you die.
No one wants to fear the night,
yet it’s nice to hold you so tight,
at the border that dreams define,
when you come to lie…
In, open up your mind,
you sit like a light asleep banged in a teahead joyride - lost!
Screaming with your eyes - I could never let you go, I love you baby!
I tell the truth because I just can’t tell when you lie.
Hold down the phone, cause you lie.
I will not sink, I will fly.
Gods may not fear how you die.
I tell the truth because I just can’t tell when you lie.
Hold down the phone, cause you lie.
I will not sink, I will fly.
Gods may not fear how you die.
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Doubts of the Day
08:55
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Doubts of the day,
be lives a god awful life.
Doubts of the day,
I see you cried, stay alive.
No, I won’t find a way;
could you leave it all behind,
I won’t say you want to go away.
Can you see another?
Is there not another?
Please don’t say you want to go,
I don’t know, which way you really want to go.
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I'm the Other Woman
04:33
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I’m the Other Woman
A barricade of wire, circling around the house;
tight grip makes me want to drink the rain,
running down her face.
Never one word is said -
‘is there someone that you’re trying to forget?’
I’m the Other Woman
‘Now it’s entering my loneliness’ -
how should I begin;
He’s the guy that looks like bluetooth.
Let’s write about it all:
Let revolutions reign -
I don’t want you now just to take me home.
I’m the Other Woman
With a gap between your teeth
I could love you more
white shirt, blue trousers - blue trousers, white shirt.
Any second now and we could shatter both,
please be kind to me,
I can’t get off the street.
So we’d drive the days, we thought we’d be men
behind a bedroom door.
Well it’s that time again,
love and sleep be kind -
I sliced the lemon in your tea
I’m the Other Woman
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The Night
09:40
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Why does the night taste sweet? So sweet I lose my mind.
That’s when you know - I know - I’ll never go back home.
Tonight, as long as it’s dark, never means that I’ll let you go.
Oh, I love your manners - keep tearing my head off.
Not too lost to find a way back home,
but time now for just a hundred indecisions.
Look, you play the game according to your lights - on.
We’re just having a ball, making other people happy.
I just wish there was another secret hour,
travelling deeper within your darkness,
towards that smoky candle, end of time feeling,
in an obscure night with their hands on your chest.
We’re just having a ball, making other people happy.
I have heard what the talkers were talking.
The echo of the echo of the sound that
shocks the world. I’ll try to love you just as you are but,
love can change with the seasons.
We’re just having a ball, making other people happy.
There my master sits and smokes and drinks and spits for free.
Talk to him about the people you remember.
Waiting for an opportunity to moan at me;
‘The emotional affair was simply better.’
We’re just having a ball, making other people happy.
If I want it all without any of you involved,
something in your eyes would make the room brighter.
The pain that folds me tight into an antique pocket watch.
Listening to the rain - that’s the history of a fighter.
We’re just having a ball.
Midnight wakes my memory,
but only one of you:
this is monogamy - I shut my eyes.
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Owen Kennedy London, UK
Combined with classical musical influences and lyrical nods to introspection and connection, Owen fuses witty jazz with an indie rock sensibility.
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