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Singles

by Poeticat

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- back - ​Centre of the Concrete Square Here we sit on your old sofa The ends of your eyelashes are blond I wore my mothers cardigan you bought me rubbish flowers Spin the world around with our palms My mother never knew If she bought my clothes from charity shops I would be teased My father never knew If he kept teaching me how to ride a bike One day I would take off And you should all bring your children up on council estates Because they can have a gang and that’s important for children We used milk crates to speed down the concrete hill Even the boys enjoyed the dolls' tea parties The centre of the concrete square was a deep lake And we dove in and saw the future It was separate and tangled and responsible So we dove a bit deeper and found a shell to sleep in And my mother never knew that if she let me get my ears pierced I would hang silver hoops from them And my father never knew if he kept shouting at the prime minister on the telly I’d grow up to be a socialist poet On one occasion when we were asleep in our shell Someone shone a bright light down in on us And our tangled legs unfolded and our eyes opened steadfast They grabbed my arm and pulled me up up up They removed the seaweed from my hair And scrubbed my skin until it shone But my gang were too far down to see And slowly the lake looked more like concrete Until I cautiously tiptoed over it and smashed my fists into it until they bled And my mother never knew if she kept letting my crawl into her bed I would never want to sleep alone And my father never knew that by teaching me kindness I would grow up to cry more often than people are supposed to.
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- back - ​Kind Words Soft Kill​ Kind words soft kill Built by the man on the moon I was confused The splish splash of Norman's land is drawing nearer And my eyes are heavy to countless languages unknown. When we first arrived on the island The touch of a local woman’s hand Made a lasting impression on my arm And I have not been able to get rid of those finger prints since. We slept under the stars in a heap The ants climbed our feet Until we ran leaving our belongings behind Into the mountains and beyond the land And across the starry sky into the abyss. Moon-walking towards me My heart palpitated Because I wondered if you were going to take to me But you stopped before you reached me And dived into the clear blue sky of the earth And I knew that you weren’t coming back And that it was over between us And I thought perhaps I should stick with the other Europeans. Alone up there I had the chance to watch all the people moving about the planet in their different ways. Some of them had clouds of smoke above their heads So it was harder to make out what they were thinking, The others' minds were written above their heads in script. Some had one word, Others a whole book of thoughts. They said; I wonder if she likes me and if I’m ok, I hope to make it to pay day I wonder if I can make this jump I hope there’s something nice for lunch Please stop crying I can’t take it anymore I think it is time we went to war I knew the time for me had come. I turned and looked but you’d already run I took a deep breath and I blew over the trees Munched on the hills, Drank up all the seas and I destroyed earth until I’d had my fill Now it is all Kind words soft kill
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3rd Arm 06:34
Third arm Un-thought through you were conceived out of no-where. A coming together of opportunity and circumstance. I cannot recall all the details, But now you are a third arm of my body. And I have worked to grow you. Although I know you are the right thing, the right direction I worry the rest of me is not good enough to hold you up. So there you dangle arm with bone and muscle to move But I never command you. I am scared I am not growing you fast enough I should have grown something more solid Like another head something guaranteed to make a profit. I am scared for your future, There are already many arms in the world Why would anyone think you extra special? Sometimes things are hard And people look at us like we are strange Or laugh at you third arm Or say having three arms will never catch on It’s a bit like the man with two tongues It’s not unique You can see the influences too clearly But for now third arm I will not to worry about you. I’m gonna point you in one direction Celebrate you with the world So here we go with all our weirdness Welcome to the third arm.

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released October 28, 2013

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Poeticat UK

Stemming from London and Lisbon Poeticat are an original mix of honest, thought-provoking poetry and catchy, genre-hopping music. Rebellious, authentic, exciting and theatrical Poeticat’s mind-bending, visceral journey will keep you whistling all the way home.
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