You beguile me 
Presenting in your pain 
Scored and fringed in violets 
You're pulsating in your fate
There is no pinned caring 
Gentle skinned and listening 
Mimicking you pause
Forgetting your raw 
Eyes were followed 
Bottled and pretend
Frolicked in sunken pores 
Slick in spit 
You slithered in it 

Looking to kill
Whimsical thrills 
Rose petalled with frosted weapons
I am to take 
Cornered in clay 

Utterance swirls in pomegranate skin 
You're fickle minded and mixing 
Clipping in pity memorised me 
Scattering lemonade in your heat

Shattered molars 
Approaching in your gums 
Flitting to adore your cause 
There's a price held to your fingertips
Swept up in a flurry 
Weeping wings
You're forgetting 
A driveway in your thoughts
Finishing you caught 
My desires taken by your whims 
Flattened an empty bed 
Please just finish what you meant 

Utterance swirls in pomegranate skin 
You're fickle minded and mixing 
Clipping in pity memorised me 
Scattering lemonade in your heat

Utterance swirls in pomegranate skin 
You're fickle minded and mixing 
Clipping in pity memorised me 
Scattering lemonade in your heat

Utterance Swirls

Like lilac fringes 
Frothing unhinge us 
We breathe 
Cold lump skin 
Folded hunking pin
A classless blame
Heather grows to flame
Could you be more inconspicuous 
Designing flirtations 
Hidden in trust 
Hidden in trust 

Like mould and mildew 
Am I pretty or a mess 
Does your skin hold me together 
Pink pulsing collect 

Do you still love me 
That's a shame 
Do you still love me 
Do you still love me 
That's a shame 
Do you still love me 

It's quiet here love no burning backs
Memorised markers and false attacks
Severity it dawns on me 
I'm missing the ambiguity

A drink of whisky reminds me of 
Circled backs and fallen laps 
Another moment sits at home and 
I wonder if a frozen kiss can pass like this 
Stay as you lay morning clay
Forced to miss me 
A crossing gaze passed your face
Fluttering beat 

Do you still love me 
That's a shame 
Do you still love me 
Pass like this, me 
That's a shame 
Do you still love me 

La la la 

It's quiet here love no burning backs
Memorised markers and false attacks
Severity it dawns on me 
I'm missing the ambiguity

It's quiet here love no burning backs
Memorised markers and false attacks
Severity it dawns on me 
I'm missing the ambiguity

We Breathe

Boxes

Single the 3rd.

Artwork by Monsieur Mingle
Music by us
Recorded by us
Mastered by us (soz)

Them

A collection of new editions of our first single 'Boxes'.

Artwork by Monsieur Mingle.

Spotify - https://open.spotify.com/album/2R8XroHvvSxhznFZdwlOEo?si=XJq1OrSP

ghøst - http://bit.ly/2CbCYBZ
Tommy Villiers - http://bit.ly/2ojmyyN

Boxes [Tommy Villiers Remix]

Litter

Heavy

Darling

Thrown away 
We couldn't kiss 
Missing lips 
Chapped forms to 
Melting greys
Misting missed me 
Fallen face mud stained skin 
Listening in 
Whilst I keep forcing you under 

Words ache 
Inking hands keep on dulling our 
Parteds wake 
Sleeps movies filling needles 
We're people 
We're feeble 
We all keep stalling 
Appalling in mourning 

Chorus:
How was she
Fold my palm up 
Peppered with rust 
How was she 
Could you feel us 
Aching healed touch 

Welding shade
Taut skin coppering 
Mixed warmth in 
Fazed days 
Hold fast whilst we last
I think you arranged
For everything to settle in 
Nestling 
I don't want to be a 
Second best 
Scored and consequence 
There's a hesitance 

(Lots of DADADADOOOOO-ing)

Chorus x2 

Won't take long to pass this up 
Bodies weep we count them off 
On our fingers, you and dearest drinking from a plastic cup
Melt it from our burning palm
Fitting people in placebo 
Filtering our wilted form
Find circles in our minded thoughts 
Then you bled him and fed him a question you begged him 
I fault every spoken kiss 
Containing shipments of our whispers 
Difference holding nailed in mist 
Forced a hanging from our lips

How Was She?

If I set the house on fire I wouldn't leave, 
I'd sit and let my bones bubble with me, 
Black creeping lug lung,
Too deep, 
Too cold on my teeth, 
Nape of my neck 
Fold my skin into my flesh, 
Hold my hands up to my head 

If I lost my leg would you still love me, 
Just a mass underneath, 
What if we were, 
All painted blue ,
Could you see the,
Difference between me, me and you, 
Twist my head on like a bottle cap 
You're a tropicana juice tap 

I feel like time is custard 
Outwards imploding brush us, 
I feel like time is custard, 

YOU'LL HAVE THE MANGO AND YOUR BRAIN WILL FALL OUT

Chorus: 
There's too much pressure behind my eyes, 
Is it worth it's completely fine,
Peeling us separate pulls my insides,
Your heads on backwards, 
Your heads on backwards,

If you were a fish what would you be, 
I'd flush you down the toilet seats
Dripping down my chin,
Leaked a touch, 
This bed will fold up, 
Swallow me I'll sink into a pit, 
Doughy residue sticks to every lip 

You'll lick my soul out from my ears, 
Climb inside goo-less orifice, 
Duct taped together (MANGO MANGO MANGO) 
Crustacean weather (MANGO MANGO MANGO) 
Picture me inside a wooden bowl, 
Peak at me wind skinned flashed mould 

(I will burp in your face) 

Chorus 

Bridge which says 'face' and 'Mango' lots of times hehehehe

Chorus

Mango

Modern Day Housewife

We are abortive 
In our stances 
My children are the blood 
They cast us out
Cyclical crush

Oh the silence we create
Is a violent mistake 
The silence we create 
Is a violent 

I found your 
Hair inside me 
Soothing fuck 
Confine me 
Confide and breathe
Confide and breathe
Confide and leave 
Can fight and breathe 
Oh leave me be 

It's desertion in the isolation of anothers touch 
We are fixing into finishing 
Give another trust

This is numbing 
A consistent feeling 
Of those who will not
They will not love 
Take us to tight spaces 
Force us to reciprocate this 
Make me better 
Imagine you held her 
A brush of your fingers 
Teach me you'll ditch us 
A brush of your fingers 
Teach me you'll ditch us 

It's desertion in the isolation of anothers touch 
We are fixing into finishing 
Give another trust

It's desertion in the isolation of anothers touch 
We are fixing into finishing 
Give another trust

Give another trust

Silence

Hold It Together- The Marías- Darcie Cover

Experimental Pop solo artist

"Lilting barbeque pop ... with lashings of soul." NME 100, Essential New Music for 2018

Darcie

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