Pinocchia
from Dear Lamp Love Moth (ALBUM) by Ruth Theodore
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lyrics
Pinocchia, your mum and me are sick with worry.
So fair play you got away, now say you’re sorry
for taking all of the gold and the silver.
Without a fish bone or a cherry stone
hunger is a terrible illness.
And honestly Pinocchia, I don’t know how it happens,
or what cuss makes us so afraid of fierce dogs and mad men,
when it’s wearing a brave face that kills us.
And when the future knows what we don’t know
oh fear can be a terrible illness.
she says:
It’s very late!
I am going forward.
The night is dark!
I am going on.
It’s a dangerous road!
I am going forward alone.
And she says it’s alright for me,
I have my hands and my feet.
My gull and its wings. My heart and its beat.
But I say:
Pinocchia, you and me are not so different.
We both twist and turn our words until they listen.
And either one of us could have blown the whistle,
but we didn’t,
so we will never completely be forgiven.
So hold at bay those you’ve betrayed
and hope those birds of prey all just fly away.
At every halt that you grind to your insides will find you
all alone and with no-one to lie to,
believe, believe, believe...
that Pinocchia, your imposter he has a guilty pleasure.
A poppy mixture up to which you’ll never measure.
And the cravings are cruel and contagious.
His fists are tight in its grip and its
whispers are a terrible illness.
But Polendina personally I’d curb your temper,
keep the peace, slack the leash, and she’ll remember,
how you swept her brow and told her how much you loved her.
How you took her by the hand and taught her how to put
one foot in front of the other.
she says:
It’s very late!
I am going forward.
The night is dark!
I am going on.
It’s a dangerous road!
I am going forward alone.
Oh Emily,
you move us like pieces,
around a truth stretched as far as it reaches.
And though she buys the lies you tell her in front of me,
still the truth does not come from me, come from me,
but grows like the threat that it poses you.
It grows and it grows so suppose that you
hold at bay those you’ve betrayed.
Suppose those birds of prey all just fly away!
At every halt that you grind to your insides will find you,
all alone and with no-one to lie to,
believe, believe, me.
‘Cause Pinocchia, your mum and me are sick with worry.
And we lose a life-line every time you change your story,
so we stay and we stay in the stillness.
Without a telephone or a letter home
oh love can be a terrible illness.
And she says:
This time I’m coming clean
squeaky, squeaky.
All is as it seems
I told you, told you.
Are you looking at me?
want some, want some?
Who goes there,
goes there?
So fair play you got away, now say you’re sorry
for taking all of the gold and the silver.
Without a fish bone or a cherry stone
hunger is a terrible illness.
And honestly Pinocchia, I don’t know how it happens,
or what cuss makes us so afraid of fierce dogs and mad men,
when it’s wearing a brave face that kills us.
And when the future knows what we don’t know
oh fear can be a terrible illness.
she says:
It’s very late!
I am going forward.
The night is dark!
I am going on.
It’s a dangerous road!
I am going forward alone.
And she says it’s alright for me,
I have my hands and my feet.
My gull and its wings. My heart and its beat.
But I say:
Pinocchia, you and me are not so different.
We both twist and turn our words until they listen.
And either one of us could have blown the whistle,
but we didn’t,
so we will never completely be forgiven.
So hold at bay those you’ve betrayed
and hope those birds of prey all just fly away.
At every halt that you grind to your insides will find you
all alone and with no-one to lie to,
believe, believe, believe...
that Pinocchia, your imposter he has a guilty pleasure.
A poppy mixture up to which you’ll never measure.
And the cravings are cruel and contagious.
His fists are tight in its grip and its
whispers are a terrible illness.
But Polendina personally I’d curb your temper,
keep the peace, slack the leash, and she’ll remember,
how you swept her brow and told her how much you loved her.
How you took her by the hand and taught her how to put
one foot in front of the other.
she says:
It’s very late!
I am going forward.
The night is dark!
I am going on.
It’s a dangerous road!
I am going forward alone.
Oh Emily,
you move us like pieces,
around a truth stretched as far as it reaches.
And though she buys the lies you tell her in front of me,
still the truth does not come from me, come from me,
but grows like the threat that it poses you.
It grows and it grows so suppose that you
hold at bay those you’ve betrayed.
Suppose those birds of prey all just fly away!
At every halt that you grind to your insides will find you,
all alone and with no-one to lie to,
believe, believe, me.
‘Cause Pinocchia, your mum and me are sick with worry.
And we lose a life-line every time you change your story,
so we stay and we stay in the stillness.
Without a telephone or a letter home
oh love can be a terrible illness.
And she says:
This time I’m coming clean
squeaky, squeaky.
All is as it seems
I told you, told you.
Are you looking at me?
want some, want some?
Who goes there,
goes there?
credits
from Dear Lamp Love Moth (ALBUM),
released June 10, 2013
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about
Ruth Theodore UK
'Original folk voice' Ruth Theodore signed to Righteous Babe Records, is described as 'one of the UK's most exciting
artists'.
Her highly anticipated forthcoming records is the fruits of another collaboration withTony and Grammy award winning US bassist/producer Todd Sickafoose and percussionist Mathias Kunzli.
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shows
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Apr 24Sheffield, UK
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Apr 25Hull, UK
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Apr 26Hawick, UK
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May 4Winchester, UK
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May 6Winchester, UK
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May 7Brighton, UK
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May 8London, UK
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May 23New York (NYC), NY
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Ruth Theodore recommends:
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Tiny Resistors
by Todd SickafooseAmazing textures as always! I love the materials Todd can cunjure in my head out of literally thin air.
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I guess I love that this is self produced and has some off the wall production ideas. I hear someone expressing ideas quite purely and I love that.
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I really can't pick a favorite track. this album has to be heard in its entirety to be fully savoured and imbibed.
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Emotions and Math
by Margaret Glaspyfeatured on Bandcamp Radio Jun 6, 2017
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