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The Green Eyed

by Daisy Chapman

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In the late 1730s the decandent ladies Fled to the west leaving the rest In the flame scarred frown of East London town Where the hookers and bookers reside. From the embers rose the rookeries Housing vice and debauchery And the name of this fever Was Madame Jeneva Oh drunk for a penny, dead drunk for two Clean straw for nothing come celebrate your suffering Madame Jeneva, she will deceive ya Slappy Bonita, she will defeat ya Her juniper berries set many a ladies' Hearts a flutter, but their souls in the gutter Back streets of St Giles played host to the smiles Of the hags with their gin soaked rags. Ms Eastwick and Miss Dafur Ransom offspring for liquor Escape the horrors of Gin Lane For the labrynth of Mother's Ruin. William Hogarth sketched the aftermath Ink to paper some years later Marking the pity and stench of the city That the well-to-do left in their wake.
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Stay With Me 04:30
It's just my whole world comes crashing down when I'm with you Tie bells to your name like a trip wire to remind you When a Brooklyn bar tender And Sausalito bike vendor Wink as they serve me But they don't deserve me, oh no. Well I'm constantly nervous And it's clouding my vision Regret this decision don't regret this decision Flash a smile to validate my being here Four letter word to celebrate my being here Oh stay with me, regressing to my teens Stay with me, tired of neon streets Alive, alive so good they named it twice So good. Well I couldn't stay awake In the city that never sleeps Everything at stake, here on the concrete streets my manner was indifferent My attitude deliberate Lazy perfectionist Confident ventriloquist Dethroned, uncrowned, expose the frown This is change, pressure to deliver Stiff upper lip while the other one quivers Swaying skyline in my down-turned eyeline Oh stay with me I really want you to.
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Oh Daddy 04:52
Daddy why's there water, why's there water on your hands? Did you catch some fish today? What you catch? What you catch? What you catch? What you catch, oh, You're still my number one Whatever you've done. I'm your adoring youth, I'll take your word as the truth Cos you taught me everything I know. Oh Daddy why's there mud, why's there mud on your jeans? Did you plant some seeds today? What you sow? What you sow? What you sow? What you sow, oh, You're still my number one Whatever you've done. I'm your adoring youth, I'll take your word as the truth Cos you taught me everything I know. Oh, Daddy why's there scrapes, why's there scrapes on your arms? Did you fight something today? What'd you fight? What'd you fight? What'd you fight? Who'd you fight, oh, You're still my number one Whatever you've done. I'm your adoring youth, I'll take your word as the truth Cos you taught me everything I know. Daddy why's there dirt, why's there dirt beneath your nails? Did you bury something today? What you bury? What you bury? What you bury? What you bury, oh, You're still my number one Whatever you've done. I'm your adoring youth, I'll take your word as the truth Cos you taught me everything I know. Oh Daddy why's there blood, why's there blood on your palms? Did you hurt something today? What'd you hurt? What'd you hurt? What'd you hurt? Who'd you hurt, oh, You're still my number one Whatever you've done. I'm your adoring youth, I'll take your word as the truth Cos you taught me everything I know. Oh Daddy there are tears, there are tears in my eyes, Cos I killed someone today. And as I stand on the dock He puts my hand on the book And he makes me wait As he decides my fate. He asks one question though, why did I kill my Daddy so....? Cos... he taught me everything I know.
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Ring of Fire 03:28
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The Piano 05:21
Spent some time alone researching wisdom To perform your exorcism Not to free the demons from this shattered heart But to free the God who's promise fell apart. The piano lies beneath your clothes Instead of offering accompaniment for my prose Rigamortis, cartoon smiles Are all that I have now, for this song unsung. Took a walk today, embrace the silence But all that greeted me was the void of your presence Rain clawing at my skin like a newly gravelled road Unmasking the solitute of creative uninspired.
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Won't give no bribe for the sign above the doorway Cos you know every child remembers a bad birthday Too many people are terrified of change What scares me more is the fear of staying the same Just give up, Jessica. Sing happy birthday to the child who was forgotten Scream hallelujah for the gravestones in the garden A happy hostage, black and blue, demands forgiveness Unhappy fugitive removing her own witness Just give up, Jessica. So break the door down we'll be waiting you won't bruise us Just break and enter cos you know you won't get through us I'm staying put, a frozen waif, keeping vigil Palms flat upon the stony flags here in the kitchen. Just give up, Jessica.
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Marry Mary 04:48
My name is Mary You live above me A small divide of wood and plaster Divides a life much better. Your cleaner comes on Tuesdays Your daughter visits somedays From a previous relationship Your girlfriend acts ok with it. You leave for work around half past seven The door slam rocks my Chinese lantern Your girlfriend follows in her stilettos Leaves tiny dents upon the lino. Marry Mary. A weekly ritual, 10am on Sundays The Bad Seeds, Leonard Cohen and Happy Mondays Filters down a soundtrack to your weekend A happy respite from my lazy lie in. You sing it with your West Country inflection it appears we have the same record collection I snuck upstairs last week while you were working Through your corridors and your bedroom I was lurking. I know you'd like my songs and my new CD So I left an album resting on your TV I'll sing it up to you, would it be criminal A message through the floorboards, a subliminal Marry Mary Oh Mary stole the hearts of all the boys will she steal yours? I know you'll start to notice me next week When your daughter fails to show up for her swim meet Will it take a while, will it take time To work out that the stifled cries from downstairs Are not mine.
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Umbrella 04:31
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Can't live with you Can't live without you Trying to take over me This wretched dichotemy. You say she's your cocaine An instant lift that won't sustain Does that make me your heroin? Cos I'm still running through your veins. Your ideas and your fears she acts delighted Is she willing to experiment more than I did? Femme fatale, au natrual wants you to show it Reciprocate this twist of fate Think I won't notice it? Oh I will run for cover to escape the thoughts of you I will run for cover, just to keep it out of view I will run for cover cos I know that you will too. So kind of you to thoughtfully Act this out in front of me With every graze across her thigh Another piece of me dies Oh God how it consumes me Just how my you bruised me Concealing of the feelings that kept the fire under me That paralising glance stopped my heart every time And now I have to watch you stopping hers instead of mine, It's fine. Do you remember you told me Something I'll never forget Does she know what I know?
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Your itching skin, a craving from within A being posessed from eternal rest Salve me, salve me a wretched cry, Kyrie. Libera Me, Domine. Emancipate, eject the hate A vice few avoid, and nobody craves Sick, sickly thrill, you protest And it strengthens it still. From the ashes to the soil I will watch your soil recoil Requiem, requiem from the green eyed.

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Vocals, piano, and sweeping strings embody the album The Green Eyed. The songs embody the notion of jealousy in all its guises - a vice few can avoid, and nobody craves.

Rolling Stone Magazine: Amazingly successful

Electric Ghost Magazine: A stunning blinder

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released October 2, 2009

words and music: Daisy Chapman
produced by: Ali Chant, Toybox Studios

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Daisy Chapman Bristol, UK

Daisy Chapman is an incredibly well-travelled pianist and vocalist who draws influences from the anti-folk world. It’s hard to pinpoint Daisy’s unique style. Every song harbours a dark story of love, lust and loss told through her exquisite voice and piano, with Sue Lord on violin bringing the performance to harmonious ending transcending boundaries and genres. ... more

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