1. |
acheron
03:18
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Paint me as the black that you see
I refuse to be the colour anymore
Your art is dirt
And it’s filth
And you’re green around the gills
And I don’t care at all
I don’t care at all
In a viscous swill of dreary eyes
I find the ones that you always said were mine dear
That you always said were mine dear
But you lied
And they’re looking on
You’ve sailed me down the Acheron again
The Acheron again
As I bleat my pride
(as I bleat my pride)
With a stoic mind
(with a stoic mind)
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2. |
philomela
02:47
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Chiron, put those entitled hands away
Though you do believe you’re obliged to take
Her bones down to this loathsome pit that you’ve made
And pleased, Jove’s bird receives his praise
For he’s sown
Her field with his salt
Lo, this Thracian boy
His villainous joy
Who takes Philomel and blinds you
In denial of his blame
In denial of his blame
A vicious whim of some deplorable man
How we long for the day you take your privilege
And find its command fade
As it lays flaccid in your hands
Lo, this Thracian boy
His villainous joy
Who takes Philomel and blinds you
In denial of his blame
In denial of his blame
Lo, a wilderness grown
In uncivilised Rome
Lavinia’s lost her tongue
But she won’t hide it away
She won’t hide it away
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3. |
an open letter
03:31
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Cassandra, my dear
Take that furrow from your brow
The truth is you’ve been burdened with clear eyes
And though it seems hopeless now
And though you may feel obliged
It was never your fault that in Troy
Death gets busy preceding life
So don’t go grieving something that was never yours to lose
They might not see your truth dear,
But I do
‘Cause I know you feel you’re exiled by your own world weary mind
And I know you fear disaster in the wake of all their crimes
But just turn away, dear
Don’t let the flotsam weigh you down
You’re not to blame, dear
Please don’t repent for what you’ve found
Cassandra, my dear
Don’t forget that you are cursed
And this inconsolable news is your cross to bear
And when you’re standing on the edge
Of the blackest comedy
You can smile and bow and say ‘I told you so’
‘Cause I know you feel you’re exiled by your own world weary mind
And I know you fear disaster in the wake of all their crimes
But just turn away, dear
Don’t let the flotsam weigh you down
You’re not to blame, dear
Please don’t repent for what you’ve found
Don’t cry your heart out
They don’t deserve to spill your tears
Don’t fool yourself now
You’ve done the best with all your years.
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4. |
i can't complain
03:28
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How've I been?
Thanks for asking.
I've been getting thin and cynical,
But I'm glad to know that you're okay.
And I'm fine, anyway.
You've just caught me by the beige buffet
Of a one man pity party.
My special day.
And nobody's applauding but the rain.
And I can't complain.
I can't complain.
And I'm grateful that you called,
But it's getting easier now, I swear.
Still nice to know you care.
Well, it's safe in these four walls,
and even though I start to crawl sometimes
I'm indeed the lucky one.
It's just my brain.
And people tell me all the time
That it's easier to write when you're in pain,
So I can't complain.
I can't complain.
I can't complain.
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Brodie Milner Hull, UK
“Absolutely loving this” - Gemma Bradley (BBC R1)
“lyricist of the week… outstanding” -
Tom Robinson (BBC R6)
Brodie Milner wears his songs like an ill fitted suit. Combining intelligent lyricism with intricate melodies, his music feels nuanced, evocative, and a bit too sad for a summer's party. Listeners can expect to hear influences from the likes of Ben Howard, Big Thief, Fontaines D.C, etc
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