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Near Heaven
03:25
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Dropping off the map
I haven't slept through the night for years
I had fitful dreams
of creatures in the midday sun
and disappointing my family again
chaos at all roads ahead
When I go I can take you down to the very bottom
of the deep blue sea where the weeds have rotten
with the strongest currents
and the strangest friends
it'll be near heaven and there's never any begging in it
in a sense there's barely any left of it
but I'll take anything I can get
I'll miss you when you're gone
I know you'll miss me too despite your pleas
who doesn't love a fight?
it's a battle of the wits to win the title
it's a race you'll never miss
you always take the mile
Did you know I've been in on the joke from the very start?
In the wings, playing every part,
stage directing the perfect illusion
there's clown paint right here
underneath my face paint
I'm up on the stage
you've come in late
you'll be watching me from the stalls
Sometimes you're just in the mood to be enlightened
and sometimes you're just screwed
I'll never leave it there
And I'll go to a place where it's warm and it never rains
I know I'm a ghost but the fact remains
you can't be haunted by what was never there
it'll be near heaven and there's never any begging in it
there's a chance there's barely any left of it
but if I don't start now
how will I quit while I'm ahead?
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I am good
I am guarded
look at my body made from glass
all eggshell
under the night sky
master bridge burner
pure theatre
I'll wear my gloves
and admit I've never been able to write
The fantasy lover
you met at the bar
or the spy undercover
who lied and broke your heart
I want to move to Silverlake
but I'll put a pin in it
I need to go and get more pins
my collection's depleting
All I wanted to do was exist within you
and in doing so exist within me too
so I'll burn my bridges
scratch the itches
of my suburban-addled brain
and try to do it again
It's the prize on the shelf
it's the way you view yourself
Holy Ghost and worst daughter
so familiar
it's the sleep talking
it's the predator balking
you're whispering to the moon
and she's talking back to you
I'll step into your skin
control your limbs
and I'll like everything I write
in your hand
in your hand
And when I did exist when I was within you
well, then there was the stage that I once knew
bookmarking all the things that I won't go in for
force-feeding all the ones that I had for
I'll step into your skin
control your limbs
and I'll like everything I write
in your hand
in your hand
in your hand
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Courtney Askey UK
Courtney Askey is a musician and artist based in Leicester. Performing both solo and as a band, her music is sometimes riotously noisy, and sometimes contained and reflective. Courtney writes songs imbued with storytelling and melodrama, tinged with influence from folk to shoegaze to garage rock. ... more
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