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Model of Discipline (LIVE)
Music and Lyrics © 2018 Taylor Madison Damion
Less is more, if you’re a girl
Something worth dying for in a looking glass world
An empty dress the measure of her success
She’s another femme fatality
She’s the model of discipline
The model of discipline
And no one knows what to say
She’s wishing herself away
She's hypnotised body and soul
The cameras eyes have taken control
How she tries to be like her heroine
Nothing to criticise thin as a manikin
She’s the model of discipline
The model of discipline
And no one knows what to say
She’s wishing herself away
Heroine chic self control freak
Less is more if you’re a girl
Living in this messed up world
Skin and bone 'just one more stone' she'll say
She's wishing herself away
And no one knows what to say
To the model of discipline
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The Cirque Du Solitaire (LIVE)
Lyrics & Music © 2018 Taylor Madison Damion
Wicked little monkey, can’t get him off my back
Addicted like a junkie, weaker every time I crack
Organ grinder, monkey minder
A whisper in my ear, the candyman is here
Right this way now ladies and gents
Step inside my carnival tent
God himself will now present
The creature of habit, freak exhibit
At The Cirque du Solitaire
At The Cirque du Solitaire
I went to see the gypsy, she read me like a paperback
The shadows that eclipse me, written in the zodiac
Tarot reader, I don’t need a
Crystal ball to see, my past is killing me
Right this way now ladies and gents
Step inside my carnival tent
God himself will now present
The creature of habit, freak exhibit
At The Cirque du Solitaire
At The Cirque du Solitaire
It's a freak exhibition of the human condition
Right this way
The Cirque du Solitaire, the carousel spins
People stop and stare, the candyman grins
'Cause he always wins
Yeah he always wins
‘Cause the monkey's got the whip my friend
Yeah monkey's got the whip
Yeah the monkey's got the whip again
I'm losing my grip but then
I've always been a creature of habit, freak exhibit
At The Cirque du Solitaire
At The Cirque du Solitaire
At The Cirque du Solitaire
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Hurt (LIVE)
03:23
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'Hurt' copyright 1994 Trent Reznor
I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that's real
The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything
What have I become?
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end
You could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
I wear this crown of thorns
Upon my liar's chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
Beneath the stains of time
The feelings disappear
You are someone else
I am still right here
What have I become?
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end
You could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
If I could start again
A million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way
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Heaven is a Silhouette (LIVE Honeytone Session)
Music and Lyrics © 2018 Taylor Madison Damion
The future’s locked away inside the past
The key is in the shadow that’s been cast
I’m down to my last broken dream
Keep staring at my life, what does it mean?
What does it mean?
When heaven’s just a veil drawn over hell
The higher I go, the deeper I dwell
I can feel the weight of my history
Pulling me down like gravity
I try not to mind all the chains
But they make it hard to jump this hell-bound train
And further down the line all I can see
Is another faded sign for history, what does it mean?
When heaven’s just a veil drawn over hell
The higher I go, the deeper I dwell
I can feel the weight of my history
Pulling me down like gravity
However high I seem to rise
I find the past in some disguise
What does it mean?
What does it mean?
When heaven is a silhouette, however close I seem to get
I have a dream, I see a door, it disappears just like before
Cause heaven is a silhouette however close I seem to get
Heaven is a silhouette, however close I get
What does it mean, what does it mean?
When heaven’s just a veil drawn over hell
The higher I go the deeper I dwell
And I can feel the weight of my history
Pulling me down like gravity
However high I seem to rise......
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Thorns in the Dust
Music and Lyrics © 2018 Taylor Madison Damion
“The eleventh hour closes
I dread the truth I know,
Hold these dying roses
afraid to let them go,
But life goes on after all
If only you could just,
Let the petals fall
And leave these Thorns in the dust”
Your melancholy roses
Cry petals on the floor
Their velvet tears are falling
In a pool of crimson outside my door
How can you pretend
That treachery and lust
Has any other end
Than thorns in the dust
You can cry if you must
For the thorns in the dust
How can I ever trust you now?
This haunting scent of roses
Lingers in the hall
Coiling like seduction
Have to catch myself before I fall
How can you ever mend
Disintegrating trust
With nothing to extend
But thorns in the dust
You can cry if you must
For the thorns in the dust
How can I ever trust you now?
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Into My Arms (LIVE)
04:09
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Into My Arms copyright 1997 Nick Cave
I don't believe in an interventionist God
But I know, darling, that you do
But if I did I would kneel down and ask Him
Not to intervene when it came to you
Not to touch a hair on your head
To leave you as you are
And if he felt he had to direct you
Then direct you into my arms
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms
And I don't believe in the existence of angels
But looking at you I wonder if that's true
But if I did I would summon them together
And ask them to watch over you
To each burn a candle for you
To make bright and clear your path
And to walk, like Christ, in grace and love
And guide you into my arms
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms
But I believe in love
And I know that you do too
And I believe in some kind of path
That we can walk down, me and you
So keep your candles burning
And make her journey bright and pure
That she will keep returning
Always and evermore
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms
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Drop Everything & Love Me (LIVE Honeytone Session)
Lyrics & Music © 2018 Taylor Madison Damion
I live here like a phantom
Even disappear on demand
I never know quite where I stand
I am forever in the shadow
Of more important things at hand
I was all you wanted, so you said when we kissed
Now you take me for granted, I come last on your list
Well tell me, how can I exist like this?
How long can I hover
A phantom for a lover
I can't wait here forever
It's now or it's never
So drop everything and love me
You used to listen we talked for hours
But time is money now and love is just
Another name you give to lust
Well I don’t want your worthless diamonds
If they turn your heart to rust
I was all you wanted, so you said when we kissed
Now you take me for granted, love comes last on your list
Well tell me, how can I exist like this?
How long can I hover
A phantom for a lover
I can't wait here forever
It's now or it's never
So drop everything and love me
I'm leaving at midnight
My suitcase is by the door
Tomorrow is too late
What are you waiting for?
Drop everything and love me
Just drop everything
And love me, oh love me
Or take back this ring...... or love me
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EMBERHONEY Brighton, UK
EMBERHONEY is the artist Taylor Madison Damion.
Singer, Songwriter, Musician, Composer, Producer & Visual
Artist.
Creator of darkly poetic lyrics set to cinematic compositions.
'...hints of Leonard Cohen, Nick Cave and Anna Calvi...she'd be right at home playing in some divey bar in Twin Peaks.' - Tom Robinson, BBC6 Music
... more
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