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by Emily Jones

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This isn't an album and shouldn't be considered as such. Just some songs that don't fit anywhere else (poor little mites). Various ones from various things.

Most of them are a little rough around the edges, and probably wouldn't be let into an upmarket place, like The Queen's Annual Birthday Party and Disco for example, and would be forced to peer wistfully in through a hole in the fence.

Anyway, you can download any of them individually, should you be so minded, or have the lot for a fiver.

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released February 10, 2014

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Emily Jones Truro, UK

Here are some things to listen to. If you like that sort of thing. Listening to things like this, that is.

I hope you do like that.

They are no better than they ought to be.

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Track Name: Bed of Mud
Yellow reeds were bright along the creek,
Where I once walked.
Secret pools reflected light,
I send that to your eyes.

Just for your eyes,
My skies.

Dark brown earth, a bed of mud,
The years are racing by.
Nothing left to hold to,
But the craving for the light.

Just for your eyes,
My sighs.
Track Name: Little Ghost
One day,
Too cold, too cold to touch,
Some day,
The sun looks like a pearl,
Little ghost,
Lying on the carpet,
You won't sting me,
If I run on tiptoes.

Sometimes I think it's alright,
Sometimes I think it's raining.

Love spin,
Curling red and frosty,
Inside a swarm of tiny needles,
Too much,
Why is it always too much?
You won't sting me,
If I run on tiptoes.

Sometimes I think it's alright,
Sometimes I think it's raining.

Teeth are too dainty, they make me feel dirty,
The teeth are too dainty, they make me feel dirty.

Too late,
Why is it always too late?
You won't sting me,
If I run in circles.
Track Name: Tethered
Mouse in its nest is rustling and turning,
Inside the wall of the house in its dream,
Despite all the years, stones are still standing,
But windows have gone and the weather's let in.

I stayed when the others had left you,
Sleeping up here all alone,
Tethered to you I protect you,
Home.

Here by the hearth, slates are still blackened,
From fires that were made by people long gone,
But the joy and the warmth, the fighting and anger,
Feelings that fade with the slow drip of rain.

I stayed when the others had left you,
Sleeping up here all alone,
Tethered to you I protect you,
Home.

The sun has gone down, no lights are lit here,
Small in the dark, I creep up the stairs,
And where the roof was now all of the stars I see,
All of the stars that are all that I see.

I stayed when the others had left you,
Sleeping up here all alone,
Tethered to you I protect you,
Home.
Track Name: Hermegant and Maladine
Look at your wrists, are they dainty and small?
Arms made of metal, that end in crab claws?
Paperclips and moths make a graceful disguise,
You snip and you snick, smile with beady green eyes.

Qualify your wings,
Tiny DNA,
Crisp silver feathers,
To shine, glide away,
Away from the compound,
And into empty air,
The evening is cool blue,
The desert is bare.

Towards the mountains,
Silent and bright,
There's a slimy skinned globe,
Trailing tendrils and lights.
You flicker around it,
And thousands of eyes,
Follow your movements,
So gentle and shy.

A strange kind of friendship,
Is born in two souls,
It gathers up pollen,
You slaughter small voles.
Eerie shadows dancing,
Below on the snow,
Now stay with each other,
These mountains are home.
Track Name: Feathers (rough demo)
They made a doll from wax and bones,
They stroked its hair, they kept it warm,
Watched it crumble, couldn't stop it,
Splintered bone, the wax was torn.

See its clothes so grey and tattered,
See it eaten up with time,
Cannot reach pure cold water,
Can't escape the grit and slime.

Feathers in your hands,
All gone, all gone and spoiled.
Feathers in your hands,
All gone, all gone...

It fragments, it's geometric,
It tastes your face, it's warm and blurred.
Everyone likes shadows when they're young and fresh,
See it eating up the time.

Feathers in your hands,
All gone, all gone and spoiled.
Feathers in your hands,
All gone, all gone...

They made a doll from wax and bones,
They stroked its hair, they kept it warm.
Watched it crumble, couldn't stop it.
Bone stuck out, the wax was torn.
Track Name: Machines
Yes I am, here I am, here with my machines,
Silver blades are whirling round, such lovely bright machines.

Out in the garden, out in the shed,
Secretly I work on them, while you are all in bed.
Crumpled blueprints on the bench,
Tools now laid aside,
I make the last connection as the sun comes up outside.

Yes I am, here I am, here with my machines,
Silver blades are whirling round, such lovely bright machines.

Gravity powered, a gentle blue glow,
Hidden at the heart of each,
They wander to and from.
Out in the garden, out upon the lawn,
Newly polished, snapping beaks,
They stride there in the sun.

Yes I am, here I am, here with my machines,
Silver blades are whirling round, such lovely bright machines.
Track Name: Bright Shadows.
The sun is in your eyes,
And all around are bright shadows.
The sun is in your eyes,
And all else is bright shadows.
The sun is in your eyes...