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I haven't read the news since monday morning
Who'd want to hear from you
I walked past a garage with the radio on
And my worst fears crackled through
These days my duvet holds me down
In her toxic embrace
And I can't face the scene outside my window pane
You see it's becoming apparent to me
Like dust in sunbeams
You're not as magic as you seem
As a child I'd always lie
All the lines got so blurred
I think I preferred the earth in my mind
To this misty world
Want to get out want to be free
I always envied the nomadic
Maybe I've been out of love for too long
That I've stopped believing in magic
I've been working in this canvas life
But the paints dried like a waterfall in spring
And I realise
There's no point to anything
Like dust in sunbeams
You're not as magic as you seem
Like dust in sunbeams
You're not as magic as you seem
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Ladybird
03:25
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Ladybird
Can you hear their words?
I've been trying to say why are some of us ladies
But all of us birds?
Lady try
Be meek and mild
For the men in your life and the sake of their pride
And the man in the sky
Kept in a cage but told we are free
The Birds and the Bees don't bother me
Ladybird oh oh oh
Ladybird
Ladybird oh oh oh oh
Try be a lady
Ladybird
Say it's all on your terms
And biting your tongue has got to hurt
But the violence is worse
Lady try
Twice as hard for the same price
And to gain the right to be something other than another man's bride
Her body's a temple but it's not her own
Shoes at the door before you roam
Ladybird oh oh oh
Ladybird
Ladybird oh oh oh oh
Try be a lady
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Pieces of Sky
05:08
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Sky light so bright
Can’t sleep beneath your glow
A lonely man walks down the road
A flower that won’t grow
Students rent the sky next to mine
Red carpet of dreams ahead of their feet
Shouting freedom to anyone they meet
To anyone one who’ll listen
How can we know
Where the wild things go?
Trying to find
Our own piece of sky
Picture frame for the mountains and trees
Where there’s a grave, I see a leaf
And we’re our own thieves
Never been friends with destiny
Her poems suffice
But we’re more directed by the weather and light
It seems
How can we know
Where the wild things go?
Trying to find
Our own piece of sky
Never seen more
Life from the thirteenth floor
Oh to have birds as my neighbours once more
The people look like toys rushing around
Like they’ll never get where they’re going
I don’t like the sound of the city moaning
How can we know
Where the wild things go?
Trying to find
Our own piece of sky
I choose to reside in the right side of my brain
But science and progress don’t cease to be made
I choose to reside in the right side of my brain
But science and progress don’t cease to be made
My pieces of sky look different every day
My pieces of sky look different every day
My pieces of sky look different every day
Every day
My pieces of sky look different every day
My pieces of sky look different every day
My pieces of sky look different
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Mama
04:35
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I asked you where they went
You told me they're all dead
So why are there still monsters under my
Bed-time was never the best
My mind has always been restless
Mama, I can't breathe again
Stroke my hair and bring out that story to read again
I need a friend tonight
There's so much more to face
Dreams to find and dragons to slay
But why aren't the fairy tales the
Same eyes but different view
I just want to be half as good as you
Mama, I can't breathe again
Stroke my hair and bring out that story to read again
I need a friend tonight
Keep me swimming
Keep me sane
Empty all my pockets of pain
Mama, I can't breathe again
Stroke my hair and bring out that story to read again
I need a friend tonight
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Brake Lights
03:35
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Coins in the Fountain
04:48
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We found gold but I can't keep it
It hurts to have lost, so grieve it
Forgotten the buzz of that nicotine rush but I'll leave it
Hopelessly tired of sleeping
And constantly waiting for evening
I could feel fine for £10 a time but I'll leave it
Pray rain and wind
We can't let the drought win
I keep throwing coins in the fountain
I keep throwing coins in the fountain
Though her legs are aching
She patiently sits at the station
To watch hope roll away like an underground train
That'e leaving today
I run to the gate
I run to the gate
Pray rain and wind
We can't let the drought win
I keep throwing coins in the fountain (I'll leave it)
I keep throwing coins in the fountain
Even when I am weak within
I've always been able to heal things
But they're holding a knife to this vulnerable life
And I can't stop the bleeding
I can't stop the bleeding
I can't stop the bleeding
I keep throwing coins in the fountain (I'll leave it)
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Rosie Miles Leeds, UK
Rosie Miles is an alt-indie singer songwriter and storyteller based in Leeds. Her debut EP 'Still Life' moves effortlessly between the world of Folk & Jazz, evoking a welcome nostalgia of the 70s songwriter movement.
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