Honeysuckle [Free Download]

by Kirsty McGee

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1.
03:30
take me to the bar so i can drink myself uneasy drink myself queasy till i pass out on your shoulder so when i hold you we can both make our excuses that this shouldn't have happened but the bottle has its uses you know i love you most of all when your back's against the wall but i don't say anything at all cos you can't read my eyes you know i love you when you're drunk you know i love you when you're stoned cos when you're sober you're the coldest man i've ever known here we go again, you know it feels like such a cliché you're afraid to touch me and now i'm afraid to move spin another line so we can talk and ease the tension honey do anything except think, feel, mention... that i love you most of all when your back's against the wall but i don't say anything at all cos you can't read my eyes you know i love you when you're drunk you know i love you when you're stoned cos when you're sober you're the coldest man i've ever known isn't it rich how we're both hurting inside the way we talk, all of the things that we write can never convey what's really going on inside come on baby, let's go out tonight you know i love you most of all
2.
04:26
she never blinks, she never falters with a grip like steel she's got blue eyes on the horizon and both hands on the wheel and i never meant for her to love me i never asked for her second chance but i found a patch of warmth in those pale blue eyes and i thought it meant romance it never was easy to love her she was always so stubborn just like me i watch her cold hands against the leather she's got both hands on the wheel i know how you love to sacrifice but i never asked you for your soul i'm caught up in your arms tonight when i just want to be alone she never blinks, she never falters but drives so steady through the night the white lines they pile up behind us cat-eye shadows in the lights and i never meant to leave her but it's just to hard to stay i never set out to deceive her but it's easier this way so she drives into the darkness with a grip like steel she's got blue eyes on the horizon and both hands on the wheel
3.
don't take the road's uneasy slumber don't take these silver skies that stretch too far don't take your eyes all filled with sorrows take with your heart what you can't with your hands and you will wake tomorrow on a silver plane fragile clouds of cotton will suspend you once again you will wake tomorrow this will be a memory but please don't take away these rainclouds take only what you need don't take these weeds and broken bottles don't take this emptiness, these shadows don't take your eyes all filled with sorrows heaven life's not long enough, there's no time for regrets
4.
02:59
and with my fingers trace the fine bones of your hand the hollow where your fingers meet at night i hold you to my heart as though your fragile bones might break and with my tongue i taste the salt upon your face where no tear should fall a line i trace but i don't understand your skin the way it keeps your feelings in at five o' clock they set the caged birds free and they rise into the evening like a holy trinity and my bird among them flies with the sun in his eyes oh honey, tell me how the caged bird sings with barely room enough to stretch his wings for i fear that i should die if i had caused a sadness in your eye and i know i'd miss your skin the way it keeps your feelings in i would surely miss your skin
5.
our eyes met over coffee in a dark bar on the wrong side of town golden and sleepy but if you need me you know where i'm from i'm from the wrong end of a one way street on the wrong side of town i'm kind of the wrong girl you're kind of the wrong a guy but that never bothered either you or i and me, well i'm rough and ready i wear the wrong clothes hang around in the wrong bars you, you're just too pretty but if you need me you know where i'll be i'll be at the wrong end of a one way street on the wrong side of town i'm kind of the wrong girl you're kind of the wrong a guy but that never bothered either you or i and i know you could never love me i wear the wrong clothes hang around in the wrong bars it's love and love alone can break me so you see you can't hurt me but i guess if you need me i'll be at the wrong end of a one way street on the wrong side of town i'm kind of the wrong girl you're kind of the wrong a guy but that never bothered either you or i
6.
05:13
if bliss was a place it would be in your arms to find ourselves again skeleton to skeleton with nothing in between us but the beating of our bosoms and the light on our faces from the fire and the candles love and fire theyʼre one and the same lift you to the heavens only to drop you down again oh the blistering heat of a loverʼs embrace can bring tears to your eyes leave you devastated and home is where it feels right home is where your heart is and my heart is the one place i think only you can touch and your touch is as light as any zephyr the summer breeze couldnʼt touch me so tender as you when the heat of your arms and the strength of your skin the fire in your eyes melt me again well iʼll rise like a phoenix and iʼll fall like a moth or iʼll crumble into ashes in the strength of your touch if bliss was a place it would be in your arms to find ourselves again skeleton to skeleton with nothing in between us but the beating of our bosoms and the light on our faces from the fire and the candles
7.
03:53
one of these days these walls are going to crumble and fall rose pink stucco and cement colouring the spring tides red and venice is tumbling down her waters swollen in the rain i ride a boat out to the edge of town and ride another back again and you write letters every day and pile your books up in the hall but honey when this whole place is underwater those books won't be any use at all when venice is tumbling down venice is tumbling down beneath the spires of our dreams sinuous waters flow and so we sit in our rococo palaces waiting for venice to fall rivers under cities flow beneath the half moon glow and all the bustle and the beat under the pounding of our feet venice is tumbling down venice is tumbling down venice is tumbling down
8.
i've got blisters on my fingers from playing this thing oh darling won't you come home and i'm sitting by the telephone wishing it would ring oh darling won't you come home oh darling, won't you come home..? and my throat is hoarse from singing this song oh darling won't you come home and i'm drunk on the hope that it won't be long oh darling till you come home oh darling, won't you come home..? i never saw your eyes until your eyes were closed in sleep or knew your skin until your skin brushed mine i saw you washing in the pale daylight and your body in the water became particles of light... he rounds the corner, what wouldn't i give oh darling won't you come home for this love not to die, for this love to live oh darling won't you come home but it's four in the morning and there's something wrong oh darling won't you come home and my lips are blistered from singing love's song oh darling won't you come home..? never really saw you at all until i saw you vanishing down my hall sometimes i wish you were a ghost from my past because love like this never can last one night you'll come to me, speaking your heart's truth oh darling won't you come home and i swear i won't be too scared to say to you darling won't you come home darling won't you come home darling won't you come home it's all water under bridges now, it's all in the past and no matter how you wish it you can't turn the river back won't you come home, won't you come home, won't you come home? won't you come on home?
9.
she's got to travel sure as seagulls must take to the sky sure it's hard but she's got to fly remember those golden wings with the sunlight shining through? how beautiful the soul in a state of truth that's why she's got to travel and no one can stand in her way she's got to journey it's the road she's got to take remember those golden wings with the sunlight shining through? how beautiful the soul how beautiful the soul how glorious the soul in a state of truth sure it's not easy sometimes it's so hard to see why you've got to keep on moving why you've got to set her free because she's got to travel sure as seagulls must take to the sky it's a need in her she's got to fly sure it's not easy sometimes it's so hard to see why you've got to keep on moving why you've got to set her free remember those golden wings with the sunlight shining through? how beautiful the soul how beautiful the soul how glorious the soul in a state of truth
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A reissue of Kirsty McGee's 2002 debut album 'Honeysuckle' (originally released on Fellside Records) as a free download from Hobopop Recordings. Produced by John Wood (Nick Drake, John Martyn) and Clive Gregson, the album features performances from Boo Hewerdine and Neill MacColl and earned McGee the first of two BBC Radio 2 Folk Awards.
Nine tracks from the original album are presented here, including 'Bliss', now re-recorded on McGee's 2010 release 'No.5'. Also included here is the bonus track 'Little Things', from the lost album of the same name she recorded for Ugly Man Records (Elbow, I Am Kloot, The Man From Del Monte) in 2000.
The artwork is from a sketch for the original 'Little Things' cover art by Manchester artist Peter Seal.

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released March 14, 2010

Kirsty McGee: Vocal, Guitar, Flute
Clive Gregson: Guitar, Bass, Piano, Electric Piano, Organ
Boo Hewerdine: Guitar, Vocal
Neill MacColl: Guitars, Autoharp
Jo Hamilton: Viola
Martin Hughes: Drums
Geth Griffith: Double Bass, Bass Guitar

Produced by John Wood & Clive Gregson
Mastered by Paul Adams at Fellside
Artwork: Peter Seal

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Kirsty McGee Manchester

A wandering maverick and spellbinding live performer with a voice that has been described as having the texture of smoke & velvet, McGee defies categorisation, to make 'hobopop' –“music of no fixed genre”. Her continuously evolving musical personality is proof that a freedom from artistic restraints can sometimes produce a unique, enthralling and original voice with a rare honesty. ... more

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