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The Music
The Songwriting of Eleanor Joy
"Working as a musical artist, writing the music is my favourite part. Weaving lyrical narrative and emotive melody into a song."
Music: Text
Lyrics & Songs
The Discography
Music: List
Unstable
Music: Image
I’m unstable
I might cause a scene
Unbutton my dress
In polite company
What would you think of me
What would you think of me
I kissed another
And it wasn’t the same
It left me aching
A wound I can’t name
What would you think of me
What would you think of me
You called the Doctor
He took me away
Dressed me in cotton
Left me on display
What would you think of me
What would you think of me
Im so unstable
Stop me please
Move my hands from my dress
Do with me as you please
What would you think of me
What would you think of me
Please love me
Love me
Please love me
Love me
Music: Text
Lilith's Step
Music: About
I dress in my best
But not to impress
Someone I barely know
I honour the gods,
The grumbling lot
Whose sins outnumber my own
They say Eve caused her own demise
Brought upon moral strife
But she, followed in Lilith’s step
I'll follow in Lilith’s step
Follow in Lilith’s step
Punished indefinitely
By those who wrote history
Hiding wet red eyes
Condemned hysteric
Lay waste to intelligence
Witches are never wise
They say Eve caused her own demise
Brought upon moral strife
But she, followed in Lilith’s step
Ill follow in Lilith’s
They say Eve caused her own demise
Brought upon moral strife
But she, followed in Lilith’s step
I'll follow in Lilith’s step
Follow in Lilith’s step
Follow
Follow
Follow
Music: Text
Anon. (Goldfish in my Bathtub)
Music: Image
Oh the goldfish in my bathtub
Like to play around my legs
Surfing in the ripples
Caused by my breath
And these goldfish in my bathtub
Whisper come close your eyes
Your head is feeling heavy
Let the water hold you tight
So I slip under
Into a once loved dream
The forms that comfort takes
Are uncertain to me
Once a week I feed the goldfish
With the salt around my bath
Keep them from all evil
If they politely ask
What I'ld do to join the goldfish
In their white marble tomb
Leave behind this world of folly
For a fancy shared with youth
So I slip under
Into a once loved dream
The forms that comfort takes
Are uncertain to me
(They are uncertain)
(Uncertain to me)
Music: Text
Eleanor (Loneliest Girl)
Music: Image
I'm the loneliest girl in the universe floating in the void,
in dark nothing lights are living how can anything survive,
we sent me here to prove ourselves,
conquerors of more than sea,
out here I may drown in the stark reality
Earth, is not the centre of anything,
Earth is not the centre of anything,
of anything
i'm the loneliest girl in the universe you watch me on TV,
through warped glass you can't see that everything seems to breathe,
we invent our roles of gods and kings,
but the stars can't be ruled,
take off my crown set it down,
as I now see truth
Earth, is not the centre of anything,
Earth is not the centre of anything,
of anything
i'm the loneliest girl in the universe home so far away,
my mother cried as I flew through sky,
my father held her tight,
the oceans still the higher I go,
features start to blend,
I miss it all, oh, my home
nothing else compares
Earth, it is my everything, my everything
Oh Earth, you are my everything, my everything
Oh Earth, you are my everything, my everything
Oh Earth, you are my everything, my everything
my everything
Music: Text
Mara (October Evening)
Music: Image
One dull and dreary October evening,
my love called out to me,
the outsides cold and you have no coat,
come and warm your feet,
I had not the courage to turn her away,
so followed obediently,
on that dull and dreary October evening
She held my face with her hands saying it felt wrong
as none of the warmth she radiated could touch my soul
losing the courage to tell her the truth, I replied carefully
on that dull and dreary October evening
Love my skin it is blue but nothing ails me
and the chill does not affect me
look in my eyes do you see signs of life, has light escaped me
feel my pulse beneath my skin, you will feel no beating
on this dull and dreary October evening
A cry of dread she backed away at the realisation
of who she loved and all was left her spiteful figmentation
I'm sorry I said, I'm not really here
I'm sorry I said, I'm not really here
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