INTRODUCTION. If you are one of the lovely people who bought Brains, Hearts & Stomachs on CD, you did not get the lyrics. Thank you and here they are.

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1 Lyrics ELISE EPP

2 2014 Elise Epp Lyrics by Elise Epp From Brains, Hearts & Stomachs Album released 2013 Book design by Elise Epp Photography by Galit Rodan INTRODUCTION If you are one of the lovely people who bought Brains, Hearts & Stomachs on CD, you did not get the lyrics. Thank you and here they are. Elise

3 DELIA & THE SCULPTOR 1 He has an obsession with things that are round, like doorknobs and globes and stones on the ground, so when he carves out a womanly shape this old sculptor ensures no sharp edges will scrape you. He chips way the rock finding limbs and a head like he ll take off her clothing each night before bed. He ll dress her again as soon as the morning announces, I m here, through its brightly yawning mouth. He greets her each morning with: Delia, Delia you re mine! Delia, Delia all mine! Frantic, frantic he cries, Delia, Delia you re mine! 3 spheres and 6 cylinders flattened or not make limbs and a torso and everything sought for in models. He forms her, his DIY bride: narrow in places, in other parts wider. And as he carves he murmurs: Delia, Delia you re mine! Delia, Delia all mine! Frantic, frantic he cries, Delia, Delia you re mine! Chip and brush it, chip and brush it, chip and brush it, chip and brush it. It s an eye and it s an ear and it s a collarbone. Bring her flowers, buy her diamonds, serenade her, toast and praise her each evening with: Delia, Delia you re mine! Delia, Delia all mine! Frantic, frantic he cries, Delia, Delia you re mine!

4 2 CYNTHIA If ever I had anything of worth beneath my ribs, I swear that you could take it and do anything you wish. I swear that you could keep it in a jar above your fridge, if ever I had anything of worth beneath my ribs. Your smile would send me to the grave if I thought it meant your heart you gave. That s what you said, that s what you said when we met. I smile cause I like to smile if giving pleasure is worthwhile. That s what I said, that s what I said when we met. You took me by the hand, your eyes looked earnestly in mine. I said things you discounted, but I meant them every time. You called me Hyacinth and knelt and told me everything you felt. Oh yes you did, oh yes you did, oh yes you did. I said, I have no love to give. You understood, you said you did. Oh yes you did, oh yes you did, you know you did. I married you for pleasure and you married me for love, cause marrying is just another part of growing up. You re quiet and keep to yourself, You re thin and tired and not much else. You re not the man, you re not the man, the man I met. I smile more than ever now; a scowl never pollutes my brow, but I m still the same, I m still the same as when we met. He s in the garden keeping the bees. I keep him in the garden so he doesn t keep me. The flowers are blooming and so are the trees on the side of the house that everyone sees. Gone the voices that laid their claim. Gone the clamour for something to gain. With great rejoicing in my domain oh the silence, the sweet refrain. He always recites poetry first. His mouth sounds out the BEEKEEPER lines he s rehearsed, never He s in the garden keeping forgetting some biblical the bees. I keep him in the verse. I steady my breath and garden so 3he doesn t keep prepare for the worst. me. The neighbours are I start counting sheep. If passing by on the street. I I count high enough, I ll pass through the house and eventually sleep. Someone is nobody sees. gulping for air on repeat. The ceiling is leaking and I feel it weep. Tie a knot and break the thread and nother day is done. Gather up and start afresh now. Nother day begun.

5 F-A-E Frei aber einsam. Give me a lift, Joachim, I am frei aber einsam. 4 Countries grow, countries grow lines. Lines are growing all the time. Lines become, lines become walls. I am small and they are tall. Blindly I, blindly I go, blindly nowhere I know. Nowhere I see seems to be, seems to be for me. Frei aber einsam. Give me a lift, Joachim, I am frei aber einsam. I m never going to find it. Give me a lift, I am frei aber einsam. Lately I, lately I wish that my world and yours would switch. Then I would be, then I would become what the world could know and love. Frei aber einsam. Give me a lift, Joachim, I am frei aber einsam. I m never going to find it. MUSCLES & PUZZLES 5 I once wrote all the music for the king; the minuets we both adored. I once wandered through palace halls and felt that I was dripped with gold. More than muscles, it s more than puzzles, it s more than every hour every day. More than what you wish you could do. When you speak I hear what you say. I once moved to London on my own. I left the Germans in a lurch. I planted opera and river songs, but left my best inside the church. I once looked out the door to solitude and saw the same when I looked in. There was no radio or company, so I invented everything. I once created a heroine with vengeance brewing in her heart, but when she killed those who wronged her, oh she danced herself apart. I once traveled through the crowded streets and found I had nowhere to go, and so I built a whole new city to free the longimprisoned soul.

6 + SHE WHO FALLS FROM THE CLIFFS Handful of flowers and a slow-blooming smile that she won t know the power of for years. He knows each cape and curve and inlet and hill on earth and he knows he ll wait to call her dear. All he knows...all he knows... No touch, he did not kiss her milk-white skin or rosy lips, but she who falls from the cliffs belongs to him who saved her. Seven red autumns and their cold dreary cousins till she s saying that she will be his bride. He feels a joy so strong that she hasn t felt for a long time. This must be what becomes of life. It goes on...on and on... No touch, he did not kiss her milk-white skin or rosy lips, but she who falls from the cliffs belongs to him who saved her. He turns the handle, sees her there by the mantle, and she tells him, The wedding s not to be. He says, I lied when I told you you couldn t write so you would stay mine, but now I set you free. No touch, he did not kiss her milk-white skin or rosy lips, but she who falls from the cliffs belongs to him who saved her.

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