Track three (recorded only this morning) takes a slightly different direction when dealing with an old seminal work …. this one, I think, another of Alisha’s mad ravings.

A slightly punky rock vibe felt better than the country blues style the band has previously adopted. And my singer went back to rehab, so had to source another.

The less audible the words, the better the song.

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you can call it privilege

i can call it a curse

this consciousness, this being here

Is getting kinda worse

fighting foreign feelings

stuck inside my head

up and down this see-saw

where angels fear to tread

 

you call it beauty

I call it hell

The fire burns inside me

But I can’t endure the smell

Inside my head a prison

can’t escape myself

wish I was an object

Just sitting on a shelf

 

 

i’d rather be a vegetable

i’d rather be a rock

i’d rather be a glove

i’d rather be a sock

won’t be coming back here

if they offer this again

i’d rather be the words

than the hand that holds the pen

 

 

 

 

I’m not the girl that he saw

Lying in his bed

I’m not the person you knew

I’m someone else instead

Yes it’s true, I’m feeling blue

In a  world that’s turning red

Quite disturbed by what I heard

Or by what i might have said

 

I’m here again, back on the train

Back into the rut

One day I’m a princess

The next day I’m a slut

I’m coming to the party

I’m in my party frock

I’d like to be your lover

But I’d rather be a sock

 

 

i’d rather be a vegetable

i’d rather be a rock

i’d rather be a glove

i’d rather be a sock

won’t be coming back here

if they offer this again

i’d rather be the words

than the hand that holds the pen

 

consciousness is overrated

being human’s complicated

give me simple, give me dumb

make me thoughtless

make me numb