Maddie Swinger
by Maddie Swinger
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Two.
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Catch Up on Your Sleep
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Fine Time
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Daydreamer (Adele cover)
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Sublunary Tendencies
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about
A collection of demos. Enjoy.
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released 17 May 2011
Maddie Swinger: Vocals, Piano.
Produced by Jimmy Mura. Give him a round of applause.
Album Art by Christa Grammer. Ain't it great?
Maddie Swinger: Vocals, Piano.
Produced by Jimmy Mura. Give him a round of applause.
Album Art by Christa Grammer. Ain't it great?
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- Track Name: Two.
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An awakening of sorts.
A creep beneath my spine.
The way your face contorts.
To fit perfectly with mine.
A body wrapped in concrete.
A mind wrapped in twine.
My lips are sealed with the wire
You've left behind.
Please don't say that I'm a martyr
We both know that's not true.
But maybe I'm the killer
I mean I broke you in two.
The body feels the cold
Much harder than the mind.
The fingers freeze and crack.
The eyes go blind.
My heart, it feels an anger
So much icier this time.
One touch and my insides fall to pieces.
All that's left will be dirt and grime.
It's getting hard to be me.
Can I just be you?
I'll let you be the killer.
You can break me in two. - Track Name: Catch Up on Your Sleep
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No one has staying power anymore.
Not you, nor I, nor the girl next door.
And mattress stores are just excuses for people to nap in public
Cause who in the world sleeps on mattresses anymore.
When right under our feet there's a perfectly good floor?
And the floor may be cold, but the floor is tough.
Much tougher than you'll ever be.
It withstands your feet trodding on it's face.
Now tell me, to that what would your reaction be?
No one has staying power anymore...
15 minutes of fame has turned into ten has turned into five will turn into one.
And I'm being shrouded by people who are weirder than I'll ever be.
and this song hasn't sprouted out of a need for creativity.
It's only come about as a cry for attention, a need to one-up those much smarter than me.
No one has staying power anymore...
In twenty years my poems will be meaningless,
Maybe in less years time.
As we slowly self-destruct, your words will be no different than mine.
A rhyme is just a rhyme unless you pair it with someone new.
But my rhymes end the same, no matter what I *insert word here that rhymes with new.*
No one has staying power anymore.
Not you, nor I, nor the girl next door.
And mattress stores are just excuses for people to nap in public
To catch up on the sleep that they missed
Cause they tried sleeping on the floor. - Track Name: Fine Time
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As I wipe up the last dregs of the school day
My mind is submerged in Weird Fishes and you.
Bodies live, bodies die, bodies break and decay.
And there's nothing that nobody ever can do.
I'm determined not to waste my body's fine time.
But the days go by sour, so sour as limes.
And your time becomes dour 'less it's pushed into mine.
But we have hours and hours of precious time.
As I wipe up the pieces of the mind that once was
I shudder to think why the sky is so blue
On a day where the bees can't even work up a buzz
And I'd rather clean slates off than slip off my shoes
I'm determined to spoil you lovingly.
And to spend my time buried beneath you and me
And your time is the easiest air I could breathe.
But we have hours and hours until you have to leave. - Track Name: The Sergeant & the Honeybee
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The sergeant and the honeybee
Bless their hearts, they couldn't believe
They had fallen, fallen once again.
The sergeant lived a life of woe
Lied to, beat up, nowhere to go.
It's a wonder he let his feelings bend.
*But stories need a start
So we'll start with these two hearts
And we'll play our silent part.
And bring them home.
Her heart it needs a friend
Needs the nothingness to end.
Just bring it back love.
I don't think I'll let you go again.
The honeybee had found
No more roots beneath the ground
Every flower, every tree had gone away.
The sergeant came along
Ask if he could share his song
And help her find her petals
And she said "okay". - Track Name: Sublunary Tendencies
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I am just a lexicon
Of things that can, and will, go wrong.
My common sense having absconded
Without my knowledge.
You see I've been through it all
So I'll play along.
If only to keep you from being wrong.
My sublunary tendencies seem odd to you
But I feel too strong a connection to the moon.
Sometimes I wish he'd pick me up
And cradle me through the night.
But instead I have to sit here.
As my canvas fades to white.
I've tried hard to fix you up.
To make you more like me. (Corrupt)
But your stubborn ways, they clash with my
Absent common sense.
You see, my guards are down, wherever they may be.
My defenses weaken with
Every useless plea.
My sublunary tendencies seem odd to you
But I feel too strong a connection to the moon
In my dreams I chance upon it's craters and cracks.
And if only for a moment,
I get colors from whites and blacks.
My sublunary tendencies seem odd to you
But there's no way to handle it
There's nothing I can do.
I'm quite content with marrying the moon.
I'm quite content with marrying the moon.
I'm not content with you. - Track Name: Portrait of the Artist as a Bottle (Live)
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Do you miss me when I'm not around?
Do you miss me when I am?
Do you wonder if I'll come back,
Or if I've slipped right through your hand?
Do you know that I'm still empty,
Like a bottle with no wine?
And I only fill up when you pour.
So pour.
And I'll pour myself into you.
Just open your mouth.
You can have me if you want me.
Just guide me from the spout.
And you're a wonderful muse.
Don't get me wrong, it's true.
But you need a better writer.
To think shit up about you.
Not this empty bottle
With nothing but an empty tune.
Hell, I'm an empty bottle.
I'm an empty tune.
