1. |
Ophelia
04:11
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[VERSE I]
She fell from new heights in the heat of February
There she met a phantom,
Half faced or two faced too hard to tell
It whispered in her ear,
How does it feel to have no agency?
“You’re just a petal, thrown in the river,
Slowly, you will drift
[PRE-CHORUS]
So she sings, ba ba ba ba ba da
Ba ba ba da ba da da
Wondering if it’s really true
Ba ba ba ba ba da
Ba ba ba da ba da da
They wouldn’t believe, even if they knew
[CHORUS]
Rosemary for memories
And pansies for my thoughts
Fennel and columbines of rue
I’ll wear your daisies with a difference
And herb of grace only for Sunday’s,
I’d have given violets,
But they withered away, where my heart was left
Ba ba ba ba ba da
Ba ba ba ba ba da da
[VERSE II]
Now, she can feel the phantom,
Crawling underneath her skin
No reflection to find
But the phantom is there inside her mind
So she lured it to false ease, such a tease
Hope no trace it leaves
And just like a dandelion,
She blew the phantom into the wind
[PRE-CHORUS]
So she sings, ba ba ba ba ba da
Ba ba ba da ba da da
Wondering if it’s really true
Ba ba ba ba ba da
Ba ba ba da ba da da
They wouldn’t believe, even if they knew
[CHORUS]
Rosemary for memories
And pansies for my thoughts
Roses and columbines of rue
I’ll wear your daisies with a difference
And herb of grace only for Sunday’s,
I’d have given violets,
But they withered away, where my heart was left
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2. |
Medea
03:57
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[VERSE I]
You don’t know what it’s like to be me,
A savage woman is all you see,
You don’t know what it’s like to be me
Caught in your own Greek tragedy
You don’t know what it’s like to me
Leave your friends and betray your family
You don’t know what it’s like to be me,
Caught in your own Greek tragedy
[CHORUS]
Give me all your heart
Give me all your heart
Give me all your heart
Give me all your heart
[VERSE II]
Fill him with delusion, drive him from his mind
Fill his ears with music, drown his soul in wine
One with wild confusion, pursue the darkest night
Dionysus he calls us, join our mystic rite
Sweat drips clean with lunacy,
Milk infused with ecstasy,
Dionysus he calls us,
Like eh oh eh oh eh oh
[CHORUS]
Give me all your heart
Give me all your heart
Give me all your heart
Give me all your heart
[BRIDGE]
Medea, Medea, Medea, Medea
[VERSE III]
Oh those poor boys,
They didn’t know what was coming,
Oh those poor boys
In their blood his trace was running,
Oh those poor boys
They didn’t know what was coming
Oh those poor boys
Now their blood is running
[CHORUS]
Give me all your heart
Give me all your heart
Give me all your heart
Give me all your heart
X2
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3. |
Hummus
04:22
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[CHORUS]
My friend, she puts the hummus on the table,
I promise I’ll be there soon,
She cares, for her brothers and her sisters
‘Cause that’s how she and what she do’
[VERSE I]
Puppy, comes to say hello
Wooden floors, on cold toes
Coffee by the fireplace,
Looking out through frosted windows
[CHORUS]
My friend, she puts the hummus on the table,
I promise I’ll be there soon,
She cares, for her brothers and her sisters
‘Cause that’s how she and what she do’
[VERSE II]
Brunch-time talks, and conversation
Toasty thoughts, random cups and saucers
Lady earl grey is perfect to a tea,
Happy as galah’s singing in the tree
[CHORUS]
My friend, she puts the hummus on the table,
I promise I’ll be there soon,
She cares, for her brothers and her sisters
‘Cause that’s how she and what she do’
[BRIDGE]
Don’t forget mum’s recipe
Don’t forget the pink salt chilli
Greet me with a smile so pretty
I’ll be there soon
Don’t forget mum’s recipe
Don’t forget the pink salt chilli
Greet me with a smile so pretty
I’ll be there soon
[CHORUS]
My friend, she puts the hummus on the table,
I promise I’ll be there soon,
She cares, for her brothers and her sisters
‘Cause that’s how she and what she do’
My friend, she puts the hummus on the table,
I promise I’ll be there soon,
She cares, for her brothers and her sisters
‘Cause that’s how she and what she do’
[OUTTRO]
Do da do da do da do do do
Do da do da do da do do do
I’ll be there soon
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Douzey Melbourne, Australia
Thrived during lockdown due to her hobbies of knitting and playing scrabble with Grandma
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