She's skilled in the art of seduction
It’s just another form of self-destruction
She’s so beautiful
But she’s cruel

And she’s so sorry that she does this
But all’s fair in love and politics
She'll be your religion
your sovereign jewel

And she will love you as much
as she loathes her own spoilt skin
And she will break your heart
so repent your serpentine sin

And she will love till she leaves you
She swears she'll never deceive you
 But as with all great trysts
One heart must cease

She was born pure, with good intentions
 But so soiled with inattention
With each aimless affair
She does but keep the peace

And she will love you as much
as she loathes her own spoilt skin
And she will break your heart
so repent your serpentine sin


Sylvia

I’ll inscribe your initials
On my frosted over windows
Its no neon sign 
but it gets the point across
oh lovely Carolina
your absence is my loss
and if you can see my foggy breath
from all these miles away
you’ll know that Carolina
I want you back home

I’ll write songs for hours and hours
And ill keep watering your flowers
Its no banner toting plane by any stretch
Oh sweet sweet Carolina
Why have you left
And if you can hear my muffled hums
From all these miles away
You’ll know that Carolina
I want you back home

Now the fire’s but smoke and embers
But maybe this time next November
The pillow next to mine won’t be so cold

I want you back home


Carolina

great love
fell in our laps
we could barely carry it between us

great love
was a heady task
it was slick, slippery it escaped us

i was clumsy
i was torn
i was sorry
but not anymore

that same love
swallowed who we were
it was big, bulky it defined us

that very love
now a blissful blur
it forged a fence it confined us

i was heavy
i was sore
i was angry
but not anymore

you didn't leave me
you closed the door
you loved me
not anymore


thanks to Corey "Benadryl" Gordon for some sweet piano

Great Love

Saturday Cover 1 - Cosmic American by Anais Mitchell

Oh my god
This can't be real
In the chaos I find
I don’t know how to feel

In blackened charred ruins
in a field of debris
I see I am the only casualty
You don’t love me

Oh my god
I’m such a fool
to have ever believed
I could be loved by you

Now I’m sifting through rubble
What wreckage you’ve made of me
Tell me when did your heart
so atrophy
You don’t love me

And the war’s been waged
And the damage dealt
And the victor lies 
With someone else

featuring [the endlessly talented] corey gordon on piano


Post War

Frame of Mind [ft. Nathanial Young] (prod. Woolsey)

Saturday Cover 3 - Tailor by Anais Mitchell

I don't know where to begin 
So I'll dig you up from under my skin 
Dangling out on a limb 
Though the hurt is thick I am thin

Dancing on the head of a pin
I don't know where to begin
Wallop me like waves I’m wavering 
The sea floor seems more sheltering

Too light to sink but I can't swim
I drift without aim till the sky is dim
I don't know where to begin
Digging under doors for a way in 

You're just a little god made of tin 
You wither beneath weight of the win
Patching together bits of skin 
I think I might know where to begin 

Don't know just how it's ending
But I hope I know where to begin


Where To Begin

I got cracks in my bottom lip
And his child on my hip

I got smoke and soot in my lungs
And a dried out story teller’s tongue

I got rheumatoid and rope burns on these wrists
And I’m fluent with my fists

I got two clouded windows for eyes
And a gaping gap between my hungry thighs

I got scars scattered all across my skin
And blue and black front and back of these shins

But you, 
You are moonbeams
And you, 
You are sweet dreams 

And you,
You are sunlight
With you, 
I’m almost alright

Your kiss won’t mend my bottom lip
But I’ll be damned without your hand on my hip

Woman Work

Dreams
what am I to do with you
It seems
you're always creeping in 

Eyes buckle beneath dead weight
There's so much time for you to fill
Lay me down, tell it to me straight
Make me scared I love you still

Night
there's nothing tender about you
You might 
be quiet, but I know

When my mind drifts deep into the black
you waste no time and come alive
Like you never left, you're always back
I dread the moment you arrive

Screaming matches in the bathroom
Saying sorry like you mean it
The more I ask questions
The more it gets heated
You wish it never ended
Then you leave again again again
The curtains close, the screen goes black
And that's the end

Dreams
You know they're awfully flimsy
And what they mean
depends on who you ask

Subconscious urge or secret code
I can't help that you're on my mind
Looking for a truth I am owed
But surely one I'll never find

I'll never find

Sophia Stewart's Album

Dreams

Saturday Cover 4 - Atomic Number by case/lang/viers (Feat. Andrea Chahayed)

Saturday Cover 5 - '81 by Joanna Newsom

Saturday Cover 6 - Your Fonder Heart by Anais Mitchell

i want to know every thought that you’ve ever thought
even the pretentious ones
i want to know every dream that you’ve ever dreamed
even the senseless ones
i want your head in my lap
i want to know how you breathe
i want your curls in my fingers
i want a feeling that lingers
long after i leave

i want to know every secret you’ve ever kept 
even the sordid ones
i want to know every fear that you’ve ever faced
especially the morbid ones
i want your hand on my knee 
when the light’s turning red 
i want you watching me closely
i want your eyes on me only 
no i won’t look ahead

then when it's quiet
and there’s nothing more to say
that's when i like it
when i'll steal you away

then when it's dark out
and there’s nothing left to see
we’ll take the long route
i’ve got nowhere to be 

i wanna know you so much, so bad, so good
the parts that you’ll never show
i wanna know everything that you’ve ever been, that you ever are
even though i’ll never know
i want my head on your chest
i want your heart in my ear
i want this night in a bottle
want your hand on the throttle
until i disappear

Nowhere To Be

Saturday Cover 7 - I Am Easy to Find by The National

Saturday Cover 8 - Tourniquet by Hem

Saturday Cover 9 - Martha Sways by Andy Shauf

So I put on my mask
And I do as I’m told
And if she ever asks
I’m fine

So I put on my mask
And I paste on a smile
And if she ever asks
I’m fine

Just knocking over clocks again 

So I put on my mask
And I say it’s all right
And if he ever asks
I’m fine

So I put on my mask
And I stifle a sob
And if he ever asks
I’m fine

Just knocking over clocks again 

I’m not who I say
Living in a palace in West Egg
I’m wearing this mask
To keep safe

Wasn’t even mine
See how it shatters on the marble
As it fell of the mantelpiece
Into pieces

Just knocking over clocks again 
But it’s not as it was then


Gatsby

I never meant to hurt you
I’m no murderer of men
If I could I would go back
And do it all again

As my voice was carried
By the ocean breeze
And delivered to your vessel
Across all seven seas

It lured you back to me
And whispered
Come to me

Your judgment clouded
Drowned in sweet melody
To the rocks it led you
It led you straight to me

As I saw your ship approaching
Our jagged seaside stones
I knew in moments your men would be
Reduced to brittle bones

I whispered, flee from me
Or be swallowed by the sea

Your men were finally taken
And acquainted with the dark
But you my darling captain
Had a place safe in my heart

I led you below the surface
To the kingdom where we reside
Your soul was extracted
And your human flesh set aside

Your soul now immortal
It was you and I for eternity
Our love could live forever
Now you belonged to me



I cried out, stay with me
Or be swallowed by the sea
I never meant to hurt you
I’m no murderer of men
And if I could I would go back
And do it all again 


Sophia Stewart

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