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Overthinker Anthem
04:05
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'Overthinker Anthem'
As the dust finally settles on an ugly afternoon
Uh uh uh – uh uh uh – uh uh uh
I foresee another problem so we’ll have to make some room
Uh uh uh –uh uh uh – uh uh uh
Every night without a break I worry myself awake
What do these people think of me – do they think I’m weird or plain crazy?
Did they think I looked at them funny – or was it because my nose was runny?
Am I creating problems that aren’t there?
Every time I’m in a crowd I’ll likely keep my head bowed
I can’t bear to catch an eye – if it was misinterpreted I’d probably die
I feel the world is closing in with accusing fingers and a rictus grin
Am I creating problems that aren’t there?
I’m crippled with paranoid envy
One day I will breathe easily
One day I will say I don’t care
But until then know that I care far too much
Every thought inside my head compels me to accept the dread
But maybe everything is fine and it’s my brain that’s out of line
I can’t stand the incessant tease of endless possibilities
Am I creating problems that aren’t there?
I’m crippled with paranoid envy
One day I will breathe easily
One day I will say I don’t care
One day I will say I don’t care
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2. |
Poke The Bear
02:20
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Poke the Bear
Poke the bear – don’t poke the bear
He may drag you to his lair
Hold you in a grizzly embrace
Snap your spine and eat your face
Poke the bear – don’t poke the bear
Your supple limbs he’d love to tear
Not every bear is full of fun
Not every bear is Paddington
Poke the bear – don’t poke the bear
Unless you’ve brought spare underwear
His teeth are sharp and so are his claws
He’ll separate you from your baws
He may have strange bear diseases
He doesn’t believe in Buddha or Jesus
Humans get him so irate
Cos of all the shit that they create
Poke the bear – don’t poke the bear
Honestly you haven’t a prayer
Give it up while you still can
No one would judge you if you ran
How many bears have you even met?
Not a single one can be your pet
You wouldn’t like it of someone poked you
Or bundled you into a zoo
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3. |
A Week Without Worry
03:00
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'A Week without Worry'
A week without worry is a beautiful thing
The best thing a week can bring
The most I can hope for is a day without tears
Bottle of rum and a couple of beers
A week without worry is a lovely idea
Seven days free of stress and fear
The best I can manage is a moment alone
Try and switch off my mobile phone
Do you believe that this could happen?
Sounds like a dream or a fantasy
Do you think we could make it happen to you and me?
A week without worry or sadness or pain
To bask in sunshine instead of rain
The most I can hope for is ignorant bliss
I’d have an hour or two of this
I know this won’t solve all our problems
But it’s a nice thought all the same
There are far worse things for which to aim
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4. |
B-Movie
03:03
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'B-Movie'
I’m a walking talking b-movie
My dialogue’s not very good
I’ve been given a pitiful budget
And a plot that no-one understood,
I’m a walking talking b-movie
With a cast that cannot act
I’m heading straight for VHS
To make a minimal impact
The score is pretty dreadful
I did it on my own
Wishing I was like John Carpenter
With my creepy synthesizer tones
I’m a walking talking b-movie
A cult following at my heels
One day they might remake me
Don’t want to know how that feels,
I’m a walking talking b-movie
I have a certain rogueish charm
Although most people who view me
Tend to recoil in alarm
There’s little hope of sequels
With such limited appeal
Defying genrefication
With such terrifying zeal
I’m a walking talking b-movie
You bought while you were pissed
Your friend tried to talk you out of it
But you really did insist,
I’m a walking talking b-movie
And I revel in that claim
I’m too obscure for mass-consumption
I don’t need no fame
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'Where Does the Other Sock go?'
Where does the other sock go?
Millions of us want to know
Was it something I said or done?
Why have I so many odd ones?
Gathered on the radiator
Hoping to match them later
Do they go to another dimension?
Should I bother with their retention?
Where does the other sock go?
Surely someone has to know
It can’t be hard cos after all
Socks really aren’t that small
Unless of course you are a baby
Or my little sister maybe
There must be a bored scientist
Who can help me finally solve this
So many questions – not enough answers!
So many odd socks – too much confusion!
Should we all just grin and wear
A freakishly non-matching pair
I know a lady who embraced that
But I’m afraid I just can’t face that
Where does the other sock go?
Millions of us want to know
Chaos reigns in my land of socks
It’s a pity that they can’t talk
And tell me what fate befell the others
All their sisters and their brothers
There must be a definitive reason
Here’s hoping that I find out soon
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6. |
Drunk Enough To Tell
02:59
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'Drunk Enough to Tell'
What would you rather –
Ignorance or backhanded compliments
or something else equally dire?
What do you expect –
Apathy or old-fashioned bloody mindedness
or the Spanish Inquisition?
Said that I needed you
I understand that once you may have needed me too
But that’s a hard sell
Even if you’re drunk enough to tell
It’s never a good time
When there’s been no preparation of any kind
But now and then it’s good for the mind,
Sometimes it’s upsetting
I’ll admit that routines are not for everyone
They’re something I can’t do without
Every day passing through
The memory of me and you
Remember your mask fell!
Maybe you were drunk enough to tell
Friendships falling apart at the seams
Like some barely remembered bad dream
If I could live it again I would
If I could live it again I would
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7. |
No Brainer
02:11
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'No Brainer'
You’d like to think I didn’t care
There’s no way that’s true
Sometimes distantly aware
We’re getting older and less wiser every day
I’m never wrong I’m never right
I’m somewhere in between
Getting more tired from the fight
I need a lie down – or an excuse to get away
I’m fed up with indecision (no brainer)
I am tired of nine to fivin’ (somebody help me get away)
I can’t stand these times we live in (no brainer)
Can’t switch off although I’d like it
You’d have thought I’d know by now
But I never learn
Hoping it will sink in somehow
It’s not happening – I’m somewhere else entirely
I’m fed up with indecision (no brainer)
I am tired of nine to fivin’ (somebody help me disappear)
I can’t stand these times we live in (no brainer)
Can’t switch off although I’d like it
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8. |
Goth Girls
03:08
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'Goth Girls'
Goth girls hiding from the sun
Waiting for the night to come
Are you the girl of my dreams or the girl of my nightmares?
Goth girls with your black cat
Dressed like an undead aristocrat
Leather and lace a divine combination
I smile as I gaze at your pale complexion
Goth girls do you realise
When I gaze into your eyes
I can’t remember my name or what I came here for,
Goth girls I’m your biggest fan
And I feel certain you understand
The darkest truths that cannot be spoken
The forbidden boxes we should not open
Smiling at the moon under obsidian skies
Hoping to make it home before sunrise
Although on the surface you are black and white
Underneath I know a rainbow hides
Goth girls how you make me blue
When I grow up I want to be like you
Roaming the earth with quiet grace and distinction,
Goth girls every one a gem
Don’t you dare be unkind to them
Just like in ‘The Craft’ or ‘Blair Witch 2’
If they so desired they’d put a hex on you
Smiling at the moon under obsidian skies
Hoping to make it home before sunrise
Although on the surface you are black and white
Underneath I know a rainbow hides
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'Everybody’s Checking Everybody Else Out'
Everybody’s checking everybody else out
Haven’t you noticed?
Everybody’s checking everybody else out
I’m no exception to the rule
I can’t help it if I see a body I like
Neither can you
I can’t help it if I see a body I like
Discretion is my middle name
Although I can’t stop looking at you
It’s like my eyes are made of glue
And maybe your body is too
Oh what shall we do?
Everybody’s checking everybody else out
Don’t feel no shame
Everybody’s checking everybody else out
They might even be looking at me
Wanna know? Wanna know?
Well maybe you don’t wanna know!
Wanna know? Wanna know?
Well maybe you don’t wanna
You don’t wanna – you don’t wanna know!
I can’t help it if I see a body I like
Neither can you
I can’t help it if I see a body I like
It’s like a museum please don’t touch!
Although I can’t stop looking at you
It’s like my eyes are made of glue
And maybe your body is too
Oh what shall we do?
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10. |
Unexpected Tenderness
04:44
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'Unexpected Tenderness'
On the verge of a controversial feeling
I’m working real hard to conceal
In a state of permanent confusion
I can’t tell the fake from the real
In the time it took you to convince me
I’m not the man I used to be
Why does it hurt so much I can’t say?
When I don’t miss that part of me
I keep my expectations low
Although I care more than you know
Unexpected tenderness
Much better than emptiness
I confess I’m so hard to surprise,
Undiluted eagerness
More fun than bitterness
I’m impressed!
On the cusp of an existential impasse
No note of solace to be found
The rush of thoughts make me uneasy
As I come crashing to the ground
Impossible to see it from all sides
Even though it’s dancing before my eyes
Unexpected tenderness
Much better than emptiness
I confess I’m so hard to surprise,
Undiluted eagerness
More fun than bitterness
I’m impressed!
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11. |
Temporary Smile
02:08
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'Temporary Smile'
It’s hard when you realise
That nothing really matters
It’s tough when you can’t seem
To get yourself heard
It’s difficult to quantify
Everything that happened today
So I’ll flash you a temporary smile
It’s hard when you realise
There’s no one else behind you
It’s tough when you can’t seem
To get noticed
It’s difficult to anticipate
The next best course of action
So please make do with a temporary smile
Too late! There you go again
Thinking there is nothing left
You may be right
But perhaps look a little harder
I’m no expert but I’ve been around
The block more than a few times
And I did so with a temporary smile
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12. |
Shooby Don't
03:58
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'Shooby Don’t'
I was born inside a parody
I was born in someone else’s joke
With no concept of permanence
I was doomed before I even spoke
My first steps were unspectacular
But at least they didn’t end in a fall
I stomp around unaided now
Hindered only by feeling so small
You were made inside a mystery
Wrapped tightly in an enigma
And my feeble attempts to understand
Well they didn’t get me very far
Your manner is quite peculiar
Equally attracts and it repels
I’d like to know what you’re really thinking of
But I’m certain you will never tell
Shooby do
Shooby don’t
Shooby do
Shooby don’t
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Anna Secret Poet Glasgow, UK
Anna Secret Poet is a genderfluid singer/songwriter and model from Glasgow and she has been defying genres, genders and expectations on stages up and down the UK since 2016. You can find her bothering stages at a variety of different shows in the central belt inc cabarets, drag shows, comedy nights, spoken word events and grassroots rock gigs. ... more
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