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The songs of FOLLOW 14 are written primarily by Stella and Oliver
We have been writing together for about 2 years now. For the most part Oliver writes the music and Stella the lyrics. However there are a couple songs such as "Forget Me Not " That are written almost entirely by Oliver Blades.
Another thing that sometimes happens is Oliver has a basic lyric that Stella picks up, shakes all around and gives a new twist to. Or sometimes there will be a basic structure that needs additional verses and some polishing. Other songs like "My Gift" are Stella's poetry set to music.
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MY TRUTH
I am 2 years old, in my first memory
I had a birthday crown, we were by the sea
Late that night I woke, my Daddy took my hand
The moon was full of light, we walked across the sand Down by the silver sea he crouched by my side
Pointing to the waves, he would teach me to ride
We stepped upon their crests, he showed me what I must do
They carried us, he held my hand, and I know this is true It's true
True
My truth |
MY GIFT
Give me pleasure give me pain
electric jolts wake me up again
I was sleeping that could explain
what brought about the subtle change
Subtle changes quickly grew
into tumults of emote stew
despair and hatred, nothing new
my pain my parting gift to you My pain is mine, I'll quickly own
so sharp and bright I must have known
this would result from what I've sown
its like a cut down to the bone Bone and flesh so closely met,
I have not grasped the why of it
how vunerable the flesh can get
the bones remain unbroken yet
Yet I guess the flesh can mend
heal up the wound, seal and defend
the bones from all the hurt you send
The pain of you is not my end
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KAMELSONG
Door buzzer rings and I stroll in,
I find my face in the convex mirror
Ice cream, magazines, photo developing,
I'm paying my bills while I'm here
Flourescent lights shock the night,
smolder boy sells me my beer
I set my chronometer by security monitor
and watch for my face to appear A drunk old man is cashing bottles and cans,
"Hey Joey will you float a loan?"
You know he says "no, just get your money and go,
I can't be paying for that kind of jones."
He buys a tiny gin, bicycle cop stalks in,
theres deli for when I get home
The weather is bad I better call up a cab,
"Hey Mikey, can I use the phone?" Pack of camels and a brew
"HEY GIRLEEN, whats shaking loose?
I'm looking for some thing to do
and thinking I got time for you" |
PSYCHOSIS
Stepping softly
moving slowly
Caught in dreams
nothing seems
familiar
to be here
Its not where
I thought I'd be I'm in here
inside my eyes
see me here
you hear my cries Time moves slowly
then it quickens
Caught in waves
tones of gray
in these halls
I sit enspelled
crack this shell
or let me be Wait! I'm here
dont walk away
don't just leave
me here
please stay
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BOX'O'KLEENTEENANTHEMTHEME
BOX'O'KLEEN, BOX'OKLEEN
Industrial strength BOX'O'KLEEN
You'll come clean with BOX'O'KLEEN
You'll wash away your sins Open box, remove soap
engage water supply, moisten oneself
Lather vigorously
RINSE and REPENT
RINSE and REPENT
RINSE and REPENT It's easy to use, it's tested and approved
there's at least 7 sins it's proven to remove
Lather vigorously
RINSE and REPENT
RINSE and REPENT
RINSE and REPENT |
JUST BEFORE DAWN
Crouched beneath some bushes
knees drawn to my chin
tears are slowly sliding
I'm losing it again
It's all inside and running
the minutiae of my life
locked in with my longings
I'm trying to get right I'm so loose and dying
I'm so close to the edge
I'm sick and cold and bleeding
I'm locked inside my head
Stars are cold and distant
Frost came with the dawn
I cannot just keep walking
this harsh planet that I'm on I'M AFRAID OF THESE SAD HOURS
the ones just before the dawn
I'M AFRAID OF THESE SAD HOURS
I'm afraid to be alone Tell me I'm an angel
tell me that I'm sane
You don't have to tell me lately
that self hatred runs my brain
I'm messed up but trying
I'm a shell of breathing clay
such a pretty girl
such a shame to waste that face
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7 YEARS
Sky light relected in glittering shards
Glaring light beams through my eyes
Pieces of yesterday now shattered, destroyed
Cracked and jagged, like a puzzle on the ground I can see you in the floating sky
I can see you whether you're really there
I can see you in the floating sky
I can see your face framed by your hair Fractured silvered moon winks coldly to itself
Venus cast adrift lies smothered in the dust
From deep shadows vague lights match a cigarrette
Lit and discarded to burn through the night |
HOUSE PARTY
Christine's going
she's going out tonight
It's winter storming
it's s'posed to go all night
She's gettin' fancy
she's borrowing some clothes
She's dressing up
to go walk through the snow Gotta go
she's gotta get out
There's a party that she heard of
Not far now a mile or so
Just keep on trudging through the snow And when she gets there
she thinks it's pretty cool
They're serving cocktails
and dishing up some food
they're playing funk
and turning down the lights
for all her effort
this might turn out all right Now there's drinking
and there's dancing
there's a boy who needs romancing
A warm boy and it's so cold out
but he's gay or he's a holdout Christines walkin'
you know she hates this town
She should be leaving
can't stand to hang around
She's not quite finished
but it is getting near
Don't think she'll be here
come this same time next year Gotta go
she's gotta get out
there's a hip place that she's heard of
She is thinking where she'll go
while she's trudging through the snow
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TRAGEDY IN THE PARK
Tragedy in the park
I will carve my mark
on the table under me
I leave it there for you to seeTragedy in the park
I will smoke a cigarrette
At the table where I sit
I leave my mark all over it Tragedy in the park
now the lake is being dragged
at the table where I sit
Pools of blood are under it |
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P. O. V.
Well I have a point of view
I'd like to share with you
You might think its skewed
that it's not really true
But I have some beliefs
they offer some relief
You might disagree
and that's all right with me I won't live in fear
of round numbered years
It's no cause for tears
I hope this allays your fears
The sun will spew out molten gold
the earth will spin out of control
and get sucked into a black hole
in a million years or so It's allright
It's pretty good
Might not be great
It's basically O.K. So don't stress about your job
or if you drive caddies or SAABs
or run with the designer mob
or get dissed by a music snob
Something I want to say is
Things are basically O.K.
and really it's still the same day
as it will be yesterday
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