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Recorded a few years back, with a microphone balanced on the piano! I would like to record it properly one day.
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Lyrics
Running out into the garden
Wearing my white dress again
With two grazed knees
And mud on my hem
Rub the tears and soil from my face
And glue flowers to paper
Tea-sets in the wind
Collect precious things
Pebbles, cotton and worms
Dreams in a small box I carry close
Find comfort in things
After the last sticky sweet
Has been dropped on the path
Lift me up
It’s hard when you can’t see over the counter
But I can smell the bread
And that lady’s perfume, sickly stale
Buy me another sweet
I won’t drop it this time
While tripping over laces
Undone and long forgotten
Collect precious things
Pebbles, cotton and worms
Dreams in a small box I carry close
Find comfort in things
After the last sticky sweet
Has been dropped on the path
Can we go home? I’m tired
And growing older…
Wearing my white dress again
With two grazed knees
And mud on my hem
Rub the tears and soil from my face
And glue flowers to paper
Tea-sets in the wind
Collect precious things
Pebbles, cotton and worms
Dreams in a small box I carry close
Find comfort in things
After the last sticky sweet
Has been dropped on the path
Lift me up
It’s hard when you can’t see over the counter
But I can smell the bread
And that lady’s perfume, sickly stale
Buy me another sweet
I won’t drop it this time
While tripping over laces
Undone and long forgotten
Collect precious things
Pebbles, cotton and worms
Dreams in a small box I carry close
Find comfort in things
After the last sticky sweet
Has been dropped on the path
Can we go home? I’m tired
And growing older…
The Fritters
Lovely song, vocals and piano, despite audio problems,i.e. various
pops and muffled sounds, so it's definitely worth re-recording...nice
and delicate!