1. |
Fry Song
01:43
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Daddy, Why Did You Leave Me
You created me, so don't you wanna see me?
Daddy, why did you make me,
If your not gonna take me,
To get a burger and shakey?
My cursed blood is your cursed blood,
Come on back and be my bud,
I can count your visits on my finger tips,
Come back and give me presents from your business trips.
Daddy why did you father me,
If all you wanna do is bother me?
Don't you know that I love you, and I only wanna see more of you?
Daddy why did you eat my fries?
I bought them,
And they were mine.
But you ate them,
You ate my fires,
and I cried,
But you didn't see me cry.
Daddy do you even love me?
Well, I wish you would show it,
Because I wouldn't know it,
What kind of dad eats his daughters fries,
And doesn't even look her in the eyes?
Daddy, there were tears there,
If you saw them would you even care?
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2. |
Magic Changes
02:35
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3. |
What's Up
04:38
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4. |
Shadow Waltz
02:40
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5. |
HMS Beagle (DEMO)
02:27
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You talk like Marlene Dietrich
And you dance like Zizi Jeanmaire
Your clothes are all made by Balmain
And there's diamonds and pearls in your hair, yes there are.
You live in a fancy apartment
Off the Boulevard of St. Michel
Where you keep your Rolling Stones records
And a friend of Sacha Distel, yes you do.
You go to the embassy parties
Where you talk in Russian and Greek
And the young men who move in your circles
They hang on every word you speak, yes they do.
But where do you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
Tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head, yes i do.
I've seen all your qualifications
You got from the Sorbonne
And the painting you stole from Picasso
Your loveliness goes on and on, yes it does.
When you go on your summer vacation
You go to Juan-les-Pines
With your carefully designed topless swimsuit
You get an even suntan, on your back and on your legs.
And when the snow falls you're found in St. Moritz
With the others of the jet-set
And you sip your Napoleon Brandy
But you never get your lips wet, no you don't.
But where do you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
would you Tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head, yes I do.
Your name is heard in high places
You know the Aga Khan
He sent you a racehorse for Christmas
And you keep it just for fun, for a laugh ha-ha-ha
They say that when you get married
It'll be to a millionaire
But they don't realize where you came from
And I wonder if they really care, or give a damn
But where do you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
Tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head, yes i do.
I remember the back streets of Naples
Two children begging in rags
Both touched with a burning ambition
To shake off their lowly-borne tags, they try
So look into my face Marie-Claire
And remember just who you are
Then go and forget me forever
But I know you still bear
the scar, deep inside, yes you do
I know where you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
I know the thoughts that surround you
`Cause I can look inside your head.
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7. |
In The Pines
02:45
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My girl, my girl, don't lie to me
Tell me where did you sleep last night
In the pines, in the pines
Where the sun don't ever shine
I would shiver the whole night through
My girl, my girl, where will you go
I'm going where the cold wind blows
In the pines, in the pines
Where the sun don't ever shine
I would shiver the whole night through
Her husband, was a hard working man
Just about a mile from here
His head was found in a driving wheel
But his body never was found
My girl, my girl, don't lie to me
Tell me where did you sleep last night
In the pines, in the pines
Where the sun don't ever shine
I would shiver the whole night through
My girl, my girl, where will you go
I'm going where the cold wind blows
In the pines, in the pines
Where the sun don't ever shine
I would shiver the whole night through
My girl, my girl, don't lie to me
Tell me where did you sleep last night
In the pines, in the pines
Where the sun don't ever shine
I would shiver the whole night through
My girl, my girl, where will you go
I'm going where the cold wind blows
In the pines, in the pines
Where the sun don't ever shine
I would shiver the whole night through
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8. |
Lover's Spit
04:56
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All these people drinking lover's spit
They sit around and clean their faces with it
And they listen to teeth to learn how to quit
Tied to a night they never met
You know it's time
That we grow old and do some shit
I like it all that way
All these people drinking lover's spit
Swallowing words while giving head
They listen to teeth to learn how to quit
Better take some hand and get used to it
You know it's time
That we grow old and do some shit
I like it all that way
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9. |
Candy Says
02:59
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Candy says I've come to hate my body
And all that it requires in this world
Candy says I'd like to know completely
What others so discretely talk about
I'm gonna watch the blue birds fly over my shoulder
I'm gonna watch them pass me by
Maybe when I'm older
What do you think I'd see
If I could walk away from me
Candy says I hate the quiet places
That cause the smallest taste of what will be
Candy says I hate the big decisions
That cause endless revisions in my mind
I'm gonna watch the blue birds fly over my shoulder
I'm gonna watch them pass me by
Maybe when I'm older
What do you think I'd see
If I could walk away from me
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Mirrorcandy California
Mirrorcandy was formed in 2007 in Orange County, CA
by Jennifer Juniper with help from Alexander Cole. In 2011
they completed their first full length, the analog album, STAY CALM. The project has evolved greatly since then, and the makeup of the band has changed to include collaborations with new singers and musicians. New full length in the works for 2019- "INCUBATOR"
JENNYJUNIPER.TUMBLR.COM
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