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Reassure
02:52
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Baby Velveteen
02:29
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She's our angel baby
Little girl, big dreams
Always the good girl
Lolita, so sweet
Come on vanilla, darling
Sing for me
You're gonna be a centerfold on the wall
You're our Honey doll
You were only 16
A pop princess machine
What have we done to you, Baby Velveteen?
Be a good girl, baby
Do what you're told
You're an icon and
You'll never grow old
Little star on the horizon
Keep your mouth closed
As long as you're quiet, you'll keep rising
In our stranglehold
You should have been Queen
Not a plastic figurine
Will you ever be free, Baby Velveteen?
She said I just don't wanna be touched (x2)
Even one photograph is too much
I just don't wanna be touched (x3)
Baby, Baby, Baby, Baby, Baby, Baby Velveteen
I hope you glow
Written by Deanna Faye.
Produced by Gavin Whelehan.
Session musicians include Charlotte Cornfield on drums.
Drums recorded at Revolution Recording.
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Sunday Best
03:30
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Drive me out West
In our Sunday Best
Take off my clothes
In a church parking lot
No questions asked
No questions asked
Two lives, parallel lines
I am a stray
You are a home
Feed me only once
Necessarily alone
No questions asked
No questions asked
Just two lives, parallel lines
What have we done?
Who will we become?
Will we go to Heaven?
Will we go to Hell?
I'm a patron saint of solitude
And goodness knows
you're an angel of virtue
I'll follow you
You'll follow me
We'll meet again
Naturally
Heaven's in your face, but I'll stay in my lane
I have to love myself either way
Yes, heaven's in your face, but I'll stay in my lane
I have to love myself either way
Either way, oh ahh ahh ah
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Good to You
03:42
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I dreamt you into life. Your eyes were brown and delicate, and they lit aflame, I'm almost sure of it. Not on your mind, I'm irrelevant.
Why do I even bother? I'm a mote of dust in your sunlight. You're a speck of gold in my hand. Both drifting to the wayside, lost in a sea of people who can't see the forest for the trees.
I know I shouldn't say this, but I don't think she was good for you.
You're a lace knit and she was concrete.
I know you're tough, too, but I'd be good to you.
Has no one told you? I once was you -
Struggling to say what I mean in the corner of a room, mumbling to you about something unseen.
I'd be good to you.
You helped me understand who I am -
A cold, still pool beneath you, a white swan, gentle on the surface
I'd be good to you.
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Deanna Faye Toronto, Ontario
Deanna Faye is a Canadian singer-songwriter who lives in Toronto, ON.
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