Moody grungepunk about girls you love to hate!!!!!

Body Girl

This made it onto Fresh Faves top 15 tracks of 2018 out of thousands of tracks !! (BBC Tom Robinson's blog) .Yay!
https://freshonthenet.co.uk/2018/12/mods2018/

Lyrical wordplay rap.
Lyrics and vox by Madeline8,Beat by Jon Clark - Brighton,Produced by Daniel Broughan. 
Lyrics......... 
Me and Dave yeah we walked thru the maze, by the caverns and curls and the caves  I was amazed -
set astray we wandered thru the night and the day, set alight as we waved at the gulls on their way,
-----yes we did pass go , we did collect two hundred pounds we did walk , we did run , set our weapons on the ground.-----
Yeah me and Pete ,set our feet on the street , wove a walk as we talked left and right all the night,
the people they are speaking holding hands on the cathedral , he told me all the silent secrets underneath the steeple.****
Roll out the red carpet , for yourself , become a remarkable artist of paint, paper, stealth, 
Taking apart this labyrinth of catharsis, with freeview glasses , relieve you of your masks, yes.
What's all this nastyness? I 'um' n 'ah' at this , you know now Narcissus and your cathartic cuts , he cut his arm enough , cos there was harm to love ,I do disarm you bruv, I boil a balmy blush, we're arm -in- arm ,me love, phenomenom to shove, I do disarm you love , he put his palm to touch , if this goes on enough , we'll be synonymous, if this goes on me love ,if this goes on.
me and Rex made a bet , yeah we danced right and left , muttered 'all hands on deck' , soaked the rags in rugged red
All alive , all aligned, once again here we drive brother sister coming at ya with a stuning silver mist---chorus---
You takin' part in this , or are U smart but pissed ? Still breaking hearts with hits?Are you an Artful Diss, preoccupied with lists, do not deny the drips that heaven sends you lick them from your palms and twist them up your arms and whisk them double time. You wish that you could rhyme like Madeline Sublime, you wish that you  were mine from dusk until sunrise from drowning til high tide? Catastrophes collide , I'm clowning with ya eyes, apostrophes abide, I'm linking to your mind, I'm thinking to you live , delinquent lullaby , be late but still on time, these bars they dance in lines, these bars be calling 'time'......
An anarchistic kiss , these lips they slide and slip  I'm ever gliding glyphs , I'm memorising myths. What kinda time you call this? I'm ever riding riffs ,
 can only rise thru rips,and never lie just lift, apologise real quick , and suck a snidey spliff , a double sided diss or polystyrene riff to wrap around the gift ,to wrap around........chorus ......mmmmmm

'Delinquent Lullaby'

Bouncy gothrap**
Beat by Jon Clark **
Rap by Rach**
Produced by Dan Broughan

Right Now Ago

Written about my days in Cool Mountain , West Cork , Ireland in the little caravan in the mountains......….a lonely and beautiful time....
I'm candlelit in the caravan ,
It's raining heavy knocks on the door, 
The rats have chewed gaps ,
in my shoes and my scraps,
and left footprints all over the walls.
'I came to this lonely place to find
The voice of my heart', she wept in rhyme-
The undergrowth hides
The secrets of tribes, a sequence of lives
I'm speaking my lines ,
I'm seeking to strive
An' I'm creaking my bones never felt together til I was alone.
The secrets of stones the hours I roam, 
no streetlights to greet night I speak like unknown.
Under dark pine I find a glow of white,
Pushing their rubber petals ,
paper candlelight among the nettles
Dust settles on my diary,
I cry into my tea...
The ghosts tap on my window, warily.
 
Indigo haunts the sky
A saucer of night
Til wet paint taints the new day,
it won't go away.it won't go away.....
 

I came to this lonely place to find, 
the secrets of stars the thoughts of time
The waking of walls , of wars, of wine,
Of doors in the dark , of yours of mine-
I came to this lonely place to find,
The song of the silence left behind-
The birth of a bird, its' breath, its' bind
give me a reason , not to rhyme.....


 I talk with jokers and jesters
Fools and fakers, takers and testers
And still this recipe rests with me
No method could mess with me , 
I wrestle with destiny.
Pick a puzzle with poetry
I pick locks on rooftops, in an old oak tree.
This ruthless remedy
Rust mist, must remember me.
Discuss this dream diary inside of me.

I leave this lonely place behind ,
the chime of the trees the wind in my eyes
I came to this place
Wiped the years from my face cos I , 
found my reason to rhyme.


This is the word I waited years to hear,
This is the sound that I found keep it clear,
This is the tear that calms clouds in my ear,
This is the sound that I found keep it clear.

This is the word I waited years to hear,
This is the sound that I found keep it clear,
This is the tear that calms clouds in my ear,
This is the sound that I found keep it clear.
 
 
 



MORE ABOUT COOL MOUNTAIN ----- https://journals.worldnomads.com/ontheroadandoff/story/461/Ireland/Cool-Mountain

Cool Mountain West - Madelyne 8

I can't believe the things I've seen , sea of sky and cloth of green,
Ev'ry place that I have been , I've had the same dream...…..

Same Dream - Madelyne Aeon feat Remark

A Lofi track about Telepathy and vision..... finding our soul mates.......

on this particular picnic,
mid night meeting
underneath
tarpaulin
rain pouring,
i picture life with my sidekick
while a 
city of lies 
sleeps snoring , sharing 
a flask
and a state of mind
i wondr
how
my sanity
within this
city survives.
And so we think
four eyes blink
and at the same time
we say the same thing:
a unified link between autonomy
our two names inked before authority
there's a chink in my armour
when we're not linked by mind
it's always breaks in the pattern
where our depth is defined
underlined
with
a magic marker
painted painstakingly
over the
rafters
darling?
can't you see
our minds fit together perfectly
like picture puzzle partners, observe , and agree
we flow almost alphabetically,
sit back and join the laughter....

haha haha

On a roof top
in a far away place
i could see you
but i didnt know the face
on a roof top
where the wire looked grey
i could hear you 
but i didnt know the place

tomorrow while we've slept thru the thunder, we wait,
and while we hesitate, we ponder:
'was it the lights from the city, i wonder,
that passed thru my lens,
and allowed us to wander, thru the gates , of their factory fossils, 
picture the piece that you lost from a puzzle,
put it in your pocket-
lights that dazzle
fights that crumble,
slip into your corner ,plug your eyes into their sockets and watch this,
and watch this. 

i awoke capsized
with eyes
by a boat
and as the waters broke
there was a cry that spoke-
i floated all night with the waves of a symphony
dancing in the dark like diamonds of delivery
in a place so dark , so still so alone
with wings like fire and feathers that glowed
there rose a magical beautiful bird
stunning shivers crisp and glides that curled.


On a roof top
in a far away place
i could see you
but i didnt know the face
on a roof top
where the wire looked grey
i could hear you 
but i didnt know the way

i knew my twin's name
but i didnt know the face,
as the waves crashed down it would slide into place
as the sea greens wept their lively pace
an ocean of answers came crashing my way,

i saw him in the skies , in the shadows in the quiet
movie screens, dipped beams, 
finger nails, ripped jeans

a figure in the alley way 
silver ship and narrow sails
a figure in the alley way,
neon grip and narrow gaze

fingertips
on my lips
waking up
and writing this

Madelyne 8 & Jon Clark. Four Eyes Blink. Remastered.

Madelyne 8 & Jon Clark... Sleeping On the Wing. Remastered

Madelyne 8 & Jon Clark... Right Now Ago... Remastered

Orchid is a deep and delicate song with light strumming.
"In bed with Orchid
Her silk blossom skin
I'm melting in her eyes
To let her begin"....
The gentle song is about loving yourself through PTSD and disassociation , feeling cut off from one's self, or out of body.
The song talks of holding your own hand and being with yourself as your own beloved , seeing yourself through the eyes of love when there is no-one else there,  and then finding that reflection in a true love.
Sometimes intimacy can feel intrusive to someone who has been abused , or neglected.

Art photography by the amazingly talented Sally M at 
https://stardustphotography.uk/people

Orchid

This page combines indie rock grunge pop band The Secs and solo work/collabs for vocalist Madelyne .
New album out now -The Secs 'Kissing with Wolves' -   on iTunes, Bandcamp and Spotify ,as well as many other platforms or contact me for a CD.
Madelyne 8 - Hurricane Pen -Hiphop EP on it's way very soon .
Somerset based rock-punk-pop-rap .
With emotional , thoughtful, moody, 
sexy lyrics  and vox by Rach. 
and original drum loops  & guitar by Rik.
Currently seeking new band.
aeonlove@yahoo.co.uk
Grunge comedy.... at it's worst

The Secs

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