Between Mouthfuls

by Sarah Anderson

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03:17

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released July 2, 2019

All songs are written, performed and recorded by Sarah Anderson
Co-produced by Sarah Anderson & Duncan Speakman
Vocal cameos by Lola
Cello broken by Lola

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Sarah Anderson London, UK

Sarah is a London-based artist, composer, musician.
Also known for her work as violinist & violist and as part of collectives - BasJan, Deep Throat Choir, Circumstance, Chrome Hoof, House of Trees.

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Track Name: Burrow Mump
You haven't seen me for a while
Don't take all the cred for the meal I prepared for them
Let's just hug for a while
Don't let those thoughts come between us tonight

They've not seen us for a while
Our bits and pieces
our pieces of grit are sulking
There's no coal for the fire
so how do you s'pose they'll see us in the dark?


We'll lay out our wares
Show each other who cares the most
Got a lock of my hair
If we're gonna be cloned seems only fair

Got some nails from your toes?
Last time we were here they asked for those
But I haven't seen you for a while so let's try not to try too many questions tonight


Flash the torch in the sky
hold it up high don't let them fly by again
Flash the torch in the sky
hold it up high don't let them fly by again
Flash the torch in the sky
(we wanna be you)
hold it up high don't let them fly by again
(we wanna feel you)
Flash the torch in the sky
(we we we see you)
hold it up high don't let them fly by again

You haven't seen me for a while
Don't take off your threads, I don't feel I'm prepared for that
Let's just sleep for a while
Don't let those thoughts come between us tonight

We've not been here for a while
The leaves have fallen
We've fallen beneath the radar
We've grown weeds where our words were
so how do you suppose we'll speak the truths in our hearts?
Track Name: Handerover
Hand her o'er Hand her o'er Hand her o'er
Hand her o'er Hand her o'er Hand her o'er

Come come don't do that, find yourself another bed
Come come don't do that, find yourself another bed
Come come don't do that, find yourself another bed
Come come don't do that, find yourself another bed

Chittah chattah Oh oh ohohohhh!!

Come come don't do that, find yourself another bed
(get out of my bed! Stop kicking me in the head!)
Come come don't do that, find yourself another bed
(get out of my bed! Stop kicking me in the head!)

Ooooh ooooh oooooh

I don't have a plan
I don't have a plan
I don't have a plan
Track Name: Hold Your Own
Hold your own, hide the sweet ones from the hard
and raise their minds with fire and words
Hold your own, hide the sweet ones from the hard
and blaze their minds with fire and words

Oh no doubt your body hurts
on your way out of there

Leaving everyhing gold
Gotta save your love
The way you gaze
Gotta save your love
The way you are

Hold your own, hide the sweet ones from the hard
and raise their minds with fire and words
Hold your own, hide the sweet ones from the hard
and blaze their minds with fire and words

Oh no doubt your body hurts
on your way out of there

Leaving everyhing gold
Gotta save your love
The way you gaze
Gotta save your love
The way you are
Track Name: Kind Words
Lights off, low lights
I don't even seem to own a lightbulb
Coats on
take your coats off, need to feel the cold


Kind words eeeeeheee
Kind words eeeeeheee
Kind words
Kind words eeeeeheee
Kind words eeeeeheee
Kind words


Pots on, tits up, splash down, flags up, grow some hair
Flaps upon cranial hope when the creeps lose their underwears

Kind words eeeeeheee
Kind words eeeeeheee
Kind words
Kind words eeeeeheee
Kind words eeeeeheee
Kind words


Rage below
under these windows
Telephone
haven't you been home
rage below
these are the windows
Tuff nuts singing in the dead of night
Tuff nuts singing in the dead of night


Lights off, low lights
I don't even seem to own a lightbulb
(kind words)
Coats on
take your coats off, need to feel the cold

Kind words, tuff nuts, singing at yer wangers don'tcha look mean
Eyes up
hock a loogie, that'll keep you clean


Rage below
under these windows
Telephone
haven't you been home
Rage below
these are the windows

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