1. |
Bee Stings
03:33
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I’m not afraid of bees any more
Been pricked with a sting since I was three years old
But you can’t start killing things because they make you bleed
Had to learn how to turn that thorn into a seed
Can I make you heal
Can I make you well again
You gave me life a thousand times
Can I return the deal
Can I make you new
Fabricate a womb just for you
Bleeding hearts and connective tissue
Let me be there for you
A hive can only make things sweet
So why is vinegar spilling from the seams
I know you need me now, but my wings are starting to dry
Don’t worry I won’t fall, you’ve taught me how to fly
We’re just insects
We’re tiny and small
But we’re expanding, and spilling out of these old walls
IF you’d just slow down
You'd feel the house breathing
An infestation of green and gilttering gold
Can I make you heal
Can I make you well again
You gave me life a thousand times
Can I return the deal
How can I make you new
Fabricate a womb just for you
Bleeding hearts and connective tissue
Let me be there for you
Let me be there for you
Let me be there for you
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2. |
Pieces
03:49
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My body’s not a temple
I dont think its ever had time to stand still
What kind of holy masterpiece
Criticize every my every lump and crease
Still waiting for arches and domes
That all the pretty ladies seem to own
‘Cause I’m carving my hips down to lock in with yours
Carving my hips just to lock in with yours
Carving my bones till I’m nothing more!
Do you love it? Love it?
Tell me you love it love it
Cause I’m still picking up the pieces
picking apart my pieces
Tell me you love it love it
I need you to love it love it
Im still ripping up my pieces
Trying to hold the pieces
My body's not a temple
It doesn't get quiet to even hold a prayer
I tell my mind dysmorphic dreams
In vain I find ways to cover up my seams
It's not a pretty picture but
I still have to gather up some self esteem
‘Cause I’m carving my hips down to lock to yours
Carving my hips just to be just like yours
Carving my bones till I’m nothing more!
Do you love it? Love it?
I need you to love it love it
Cause I’m still picking up the pieces
picking apart my pieces
Tell me you love it love it
I need you to love it love it
I’m still ripping up my pieces
Trying to hold the pieces
Do you love it? Love it?
I need you to love it love it
Cause I’m still picking up the pieces
picking apart my pieces
Do you love it love it
I need you to love it love it
I’m picking apart my pieces
Someday I'll hold the pieces
Someday I'll hold the pieces
Someday I'll hold the pieces
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3. |
Blood Orange
03:37
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I think I’m becoming something different
I’m in the ground tilling roots
The sweetest fruit I’ve ever tasted
Singing words I can’t pronounce yet
We shouldn’t
We did
I’m starting new
Did you see me
Stain my hands on you?
You blood orange, you
I think you made of me a sculptor
I’ve never really had the knack
In carving massive sheets of boulder
I’d rather see them stay intact
You werent
Just fine
I’m still learning too
Did you see me
Stain my hands on you?
You blood orange, you
Left me reckless, restless
Turning in your sheets like I’m turning over new pages
Are we on the same page, babe?
Now I am sleepless
As we undress
God the sweetest fruit always packs a bitter punch
Will you remember me when you’re in his bed
We shouldn’t
We did
I’m starting new
Did you see me
Stain my hands on you
You blood orange, you?
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4. |
Branding Irons
04:05
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Never got too close
Brushing shoulders never lips
When I picked up the habit
You were there licking up my spit
Stop me I’m getting tired
Day drunk I’m fried by five
Slow burning I’m boiling
Back away I’m a real live wire
And there's nothing we could do about it
And there's nothing we could do about it
And there's nothing I could do to stop it
And there's nothing that you did to stop it
I know I burned those cigarettes into your arm
But the smell doesn’t linger
In the morning open up the windows
I could only see the holes the holes
Having fun is never easy
When you’re a bitch with a tender heart
All this time we’re getting sunsick
Tryna cover up the scars the scars
I’m an innocent sleeper
Just let me lie all day
Ill eat at you slowly
Tossing and turning till you decay
And I wish that I was sober
And that my hands werent branding irons
Try to keep them in my pockets
Dont let me try to try
I know I burned those cigarettes into your arm
But the smell doesn’t linger
In the morning open up the windows
I could only see the holes the holes
Having fun was never easy
When youre a bitch with a tender heart
All this time we’re getting sunsick
Tryna cover up the scars the scars
You still hide in my bedroom
Under corners all tucked in neat
When everything’s quiet
I can hear you moving in my sheets
And there's nothing we could do about it
And you sink like stone in my gut
And I still eat away at your skin
And you still swim around in my chest
And i still burn the air in your lungs
And there's nothing we could do about it
There's nothing that we did to stop it
There's nothing that we did to stop it
There's nothing that we did to stop it
There's nothing that we did to stop
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5. |
Close
04:37
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Street Lights
Burn My eyes as
Stones Fall
Out my pocket
Good Girls shouldn’t go home alone
I let you go alone
Lit Up
Like a statue
I’m here
In your shadow
I can’t muster up the words
So I walk home alone
Sorry I couldn’t close
High kicks and painted toes
Sorry I just had to go
I’m stuck in backwards motion
Speak up girl that tongue can tell me no good
Dying to hear your every word
I pulled no trigger, can’t hit a stride
I’m a dog without a bark
I won’t even start
Sorry I couldn't close
High kicks and painted toes
Sorry I just had to go
I'm stuck in backwards motion
When I came home
I slipped through the door
I made up my sheets
Im nothing more
And when I came home
I sat in the dark
Naked and alone
waiting for it
I’m waiting for it
I’m waiting for it
Still waiting for it
Sorry I couldn’t close
High Kicks and painted toes
Sorry I just had to go
I’m stuck in backwards motion
Street Lights
Burn my eyes
You came
I said goodbye
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6. |
Bathwater
03:42
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Song and Lyrics: JL Marlor
Production: Mori Einsidler
Mixing and Mastering: Asher Zeitschek
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Tenderheart Bitches Brooklyn, New York
Tenderheart Bitches is the indie rock project of Brooklyn-based composer JL Marlor.
Through her raw, deeply emotional and
poetic songwriting, JL centers her lyrics around her personal experiences with heartbreak, coming out, living authentically, and learning to love the messy parts of ourselves. These are songs you can dance, cry, smile, and scream to—songs for hard asses with soft hearts.
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