Baba Yaga
from Small Inconsistent Truths by Gosia Winter
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lyrics
I’m a 10 year old girl with a blood lust.
I try to clean those glasses from your dirty lips, and your dirty past.
My friend pulls the weeds; my friend mows the grass;
In this dead little suburb, which keeps in curse, after curse.
He needs care from what is real,
I need blood for my strange heart,
Lost a bucket-load round here,
He must get away.
Save each other from a hell,
He ties ribbons where I can’t,
“Take this cloth, take this brush,
Run away, run away…”
I’m a 10 year old girl with a blood lust.
I try to clean those dirty glasses from all of you scum.
We ain’t doin’ nothin’ wrong, we both have our scars.
I told him a story, he gave me a turtle. He drives a cool car.
He needs care from what is real,
I need blood for my strange heart,
Lost a bucket-load round here,
He must get away.
Save each other from a hell,
He ties ribbons where I can’t,
“Take this cloth, take this brush,
Run away, run away…”
Ooh… Our deeds they ripen on that tree, someone just listen to me,
Here I wait.
No-one knows where I go to, your birth too early, mine too new.
I’m a 10 year old girl, he is 22.
If you ever lay your hands on him, I crave for blood.
I try to clean those glasses from your dirty lips, and your dirty past.
My friend pulls the weeds; my friend mows the grass;
In this dead little suburb, which keeps in curse, after curse.
He needs care from what is real,
I need blood for my strange heart,
Lost a bucket-load round here,
He must get away.
Save each other from a hell,
He ties ribbons where I can’t,
“Take this cloth, take this brush,
Run away, run away…”
I’m a 10 year old girl with a blood lust.
I try to clean those dirty glasses from all of you scum.
We ain’t doin’ nothin’ wrong, we both have our scars.
I told him a story, he gave me a turtle. He drives a cool car.
He needs care from what is real,
I need blood for my strange heart,
Lost a bucket-load round here,
He must get away.
Save each other from a hell,
He ties ribbons where I can’t,
“Take this cloth, take this brush,
Run away, run away…”
Ooh… Our deeds they ripen on that tree, someone just listen to me,
Here I wait.
No-one knows where I go to, your birth too early, mine too new.
I’m a 10 year old girl, he is 22.
If you ever lay your hands on him, I crave for blood.
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from Small Inconsistent Truths,
track released January 13, 2009
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Gosia Winter Australia
This is where I put up the music I have released. I live in Australia now, and I am waiting for the next phase of music making - the art of motherhood and teaching has been at the fore since 2012.
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