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Sovereignty EP

by Silver Sircus

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1.
Sovereignty 05:25
Must be some way I can get myself out of this mess Must be some way I can get myself into this dress Must be something I can take to make me ok Must be some one I can try to be today I try to be my own brightest angel I try to be sovereign of myself I try to see the beauty of the journey I try to be what’s true for me How much morphine does it take to take away the pain How much pressure’s going to build before we get some rain How much sorrow can I drown in this plastic cup How much longer do I try too hard to measure up I try to be my own brightest angel I try to be sovereign of myself I try to see the beauty of the journey I try to be what’s true for me Give me something I can treasure for its simplicity Give me pleasure that will understand eternity Give me one line and I’ll tie myself into this knot Give me nothing and I’ll learn to handle what I’ve got I try to be my own brightest angel I try to be sovereign of myself I try to see the beauty of the journey I try to be what’s true for me I try to be I try to be I try to see I try to be
2.
Ode To Joan 02:44
3.
Poetry 06:00
Flying over my head hitting my shoulder Your drunken influence makes me sleepy It’s not surprising you’re so much older You dare get sassy in my company Don’t you believe in love? Pour us another cup Everywhere I go someone’s reading poetry you know This altercation this interaction Convulsed with such hate dirty and rusty Everywhere I go someone’s reading poetry Not feeling anything at all sleeping in a cage Bits of metal in my lungs island in the middle of middle age Drum music in suburban air alertness in sexual flight Flying over head hitting my shoulder I really loved last night Don’t you believe in love? Pour us another cup Everywhere I go someone’s reading poetry you know This altercation this interaction Convulsed with such hate dirty and rusty Most of these problems are very simple Just take two pills wherever you go Everywhere I go someone’s reading poetry
4.
Cat Song 02:55
She said we are just ghosts trying to kill this thing A lady with sore feet chasing her tail again They say that bitch is hunting down some fresh flesh to feed Her three little kittens back home… Back home Back home Back home And her rockabye boat makes her seasick still But the morning will come and give her some hope There’s a land over yonder where the coffee’s OK You can dance if you want to back home Well hey diddle diddle if the cat makes you sneeze You can scream at that pussy, that arrogant brat Then set fire, this home for the fleas You can do what the fuck you want, back home…. Back home Back home Back home She said a peacock for grandma, a fish-hook for pa Got a sackful of baggage to put under the tree Smile for the kids, put your make-up on nice The pantomime opens tonight….
5.
A kid rides his bike across Acland Street, he’s eating a pie and has pie on his face I feel like that kid and I wish I could meet you, tonight by some palm tree or some sacred place Where’s the kid going? He’s going so fast, I’m going in circles, I’m hoping To find a hot shower to wash myself clean, I’m dirty but really I’m coping Where are you? Where are you? Why aren’t you here? I’m looking, I’m calling, I’m crawling The barbed walls of December to reach a new year, In my heart it is raining, it’s pouring The old man is missing his twelve month gone wife, They were married for sixty-five winters He’s cooking for the first time in his life but the kitchen still smells of her cinders I’m writing, I’m dancing, I’m traveling awhile, I’m eating myself, I’m so starving I’m looking inside and outside for my smile, For my teeth in my arm I am carving Self-portraits and nudes with rubbery tits, the faces of kids and some scars To find coloured scrapings and precious bits of pie of yesterday’s stars Bit’s of pie yesterday’s stars, bits of pie of yesterday’s stars
6.
Through a fog of damp and unforgetting A haze of reminiscence Ghosts of my yesterdays Cast long shadows in the distance Losing time and losing touch With the future, the past and present Losing sight of who we are Cold comfort, cold complacent Blinded by the failures and successes Of my own choosing Bleeding from dead thorns Of dead roses of dead moments Burning on the cold wet softness Of making love to fantasy Slowly rising from the ashes Reborn… seeking divine clarity Ophelia, coming up for air Breathing through her pillow Blunt impotence of history Blank faces pressed against the window Blurring into anonymity Shapeless shades of our own invention Lose them in the sunlight, lips pass, lips kiss Sweet amnesia… resurrection

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released July 16, 2008

Lucinda Shaw: Vocals
James Lees: Drums/Percussion/Programming
Stewart Barry: Double Bass
Matt Murphy: Piano

Brett Collery: Guitars on Poetry & Acland Street
Sallie Campbell: String Arrangements & Violin
Danielle Bentley: Cello
James Kliemt: Pre-production & Additional Programming

Produced by Magoo & James Lees
Engineered & Mixed by Magoo
Recorded at Applewood Studios, May 2008

"Cat Song"
Produced, Engineered & Mixed by Brett Collery
Recorded at Milliamp Studios, 2005
From the Vulcana Women's Circus production "Home Fictions"

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Silver Sircus Brisbane, Australia

Silver SIrcus are led by vocalist/performer Lucinda Shaw and drummer/composer/producer James Lees. They are based in Brisbane, Australia and have been making music since 2008.

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