1. |
The Death Of Pop Music
03:02
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THE DEATH OF POP MUSIC
Can’t see me
You keep me out of sight
Can’t hear me
You keep me mute at night, mute at night
Just free me
Release me into the night, into the night
Just free me, release me
You know it’s like
The death of pop music
The death of pop music
Can’t see me
You keep me out of sight
Can’t hear me
You keep me mute at night, mute at night
Just free me
You’re holding on way too tight, way too tight
Just free me, release me
You know it’s like
The death of pop music
The death of pop music
I can’t love you, like I should do
Every single time, for two years, or four more
Life’s behind you, you’re in a zoo
It’s so unkind, for two years, or four more
Get behind me, never ever touch me
Get behind me, the way you did before
The way you did before
[The way you did before]
[The death of pop music]
The death of pop music, the death of pop music, the death of pop music
The death of pop music, the death of pop music.
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2. |
On My Mind
02:33
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ON MY MIND
Red, red red tears
Flow down my cheeks
Like Texas tea
Red, red red tears
Like a candy boat
On a chocolate sea
Please please
Forgive me
Every time I hurt you
What you
Believe is true
But I never heard you
I got you on my mind
I got you on my mind
I got you on my mind
Sweet, sweet sweet dreams
Can turn on you
Loke devils do
Red, red red wine
Has a nasty bite when you ask me to
Please please
Forgive me
Every time I hurt you
What you
Believe is true
But I never heard you
You got me spinning this way
You got me turning that way
You got me spinning this way
You got me turning that way
You got me spinning this way
You got me turning that way
I got you, I got you
On my, on my mind
I got you on my mind
I got you on my mind
I got you on my mind
I got you on my mind
I got you on my mind
I got you on my mind
I got you on my mind
I got you on my mind
I got you on my mind
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3. |
My Craft
02:15
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MY CRAFT
There’s a hidden hedge, I cast my spells
I’m a modern witch, no-one can tell
I’m the girl next door, a sweet girl to be sure
You rattle my cage, then let me out
I want to scream, I need to shout
Maybe its time, I take things back
I know it sounds a little crazy
In this world of rich and lazy
I look back to my past
I’m still practicing my craft
In a hotel room, I look for luck
Here he comes, in a pick up truck
Maybe luck, will walk right through my door
Ohh then I see, the ancient mark
I want to scream, I need to shout
Maybe its time, I climb back to the top
Let’s go right
I know it sounds a little crazy
In this world of rich and lazy
I look back to my past
I’m still practicing my craft
I know it sounds a little crazy
In this world of rich and lazy
I look back to my past
I’m still practicing my craft
I know it sounds a little crazy
In this world of rich and lazy
I look back to my past
I’m still practicing my craft
I’m still practicing my craft
I’m still practicing my craft
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4. |
In The Keep
02:45
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IN THE KEEP
Should’ve known better
Then to fall in love with you
So betrayed, like a lock with no key
So we stay
Many years wasted
So many lockdowns due to fear
So mistimed, like a clock with no face
So they stay
In the keep, in the keep
Where secrets run so deep
In the keep, in the keep
Creatures of habit
So many stop signs every where
Time delayed, like a bomb with a fuse
And no flame
Social disruption
Under the rules they won’t explain
So unfair, like a lock with no key
So we stay
In the keep, in the keep
Where secrets run so deep
In the keep, in the keep
In the keep, in the keep
Where secrets run so deep
In the keep, in the keep
I’m sure I saw white angels
Flying deep into the south
But maybe they were demons
Reaching out to me
For all eternity
In the keep
In the keep
In the keep, in the keep, in the keep, in the keep, in the keep.
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Flowers For Jayne Sydney, Australia
Flowers For Jayne is a 3 piece pop-punk-rock band featuring former Lime Spiders lead guitarist Jayne Murphy (lead vocals/guitar), Kevin Riddle (bass/vocals) and Peter Timmerman (drums/vocals). The band is based in Sydney, Australia.
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