Emma Chute (Echo Charlie)

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Emma Chute

I'm going to the City,
And I'm gonna have some fun...
The boys will say I'm pretty,
Yeah but I'll just play along...

I'm looking for a Tony,
Coz he has got the rounds.
Take a drink and swallow deep....
We're going underground...

Them boys they follow me round,
Them boys they follow me round,
Them boys they follow me round till I touch that sound.

Hold 'em up,
Hold 'em up,
Hold 'em up till I press that button.

Them boys they follow me round,
Them boys they follow me round,
Them boys they follow me round till I touch that sound.

Hold 'em up,
Hold 'em up,
Hold 'em up till I press that button...

Hold 'em up,
Hold 'em up,
Hold 'em up till I press that button...

Now the club is really pumping,
And Tony's on the decks,
Some boy is trying to tune me,
I guess he's looking for some ___

It's getting kinda late now,
And I've still got to play my set,
So hold up boys, don't get annoyed,
I'll push your buttons yet...

Them boys they follow me round,
Them boys they follow me round,
Them boys they follow me round till I touch that sound.

Hold 'em up,
Hold 'em up,
Hold 'em up till I press that button.

Them boys they follow me round,
Them boys they follow me round,
Them boys they follow me round till I touch that sound.

Hold 'em up,
Hold 'em up,
Hold 'em up till I press that button...

Hold 'em up,
Hold 'em up,
Hold 'em up til I press that button...

Now I've pumped it up,
And doubled down,
We're really going now.

And there I spot him in the crowd,
No boy this one,
No he's all man,
Just listening to my sound.

I skip a beat,
He smiles at me,
And that is when I know.

I've found the one,
To come undone...
He's coming home with me!

Them boys they follow me round,
Them boys they follow me round,
Them boys they follow me round till I touch that sound.

Hold 'em up,
Hold 'em up,
Hold 'em up till I press that button.

Them boys they follow me round,
Them boys they me follow me round,
Them boys they follow me round till I touch that sound.

Hold 'em up,
Hold 'em up,
Hold 'em up til I press that button.

Hold 'em up,
Hold 'em up,
Hold 'em up,

I'm gonna press your button...

Now...

Copyright Emma Chute 13/11/2017

Them Boys They Follow Me Round

Verse 1

Step out from the sea,
Microbe.
Amoeba.

Soon comes Man.
Soon comes Me.

Fall down from a tree,
Primate.
Neanderthal.

Soon comes Man.
Soon Comes Me.

Chorus

And now we're here in history,
We've all gone blind,
We cannot see.

We'll steal what's ours,
Yet pay a fee.
Till there's nothing left for free.

Verse 2

Step out from the industrial age,
Step into technology.

Soon comes Man.
Soon comes Me.

Make a Robot,
Make it obey me.

Soon comes Man,
Soon comes Me.

Chorus

And now we're here in history,
We've all gone blind,
We cannot see.

We'll steal what's ours
Yet pay a fee,
Till there's nothing left for free.

Final Verse.

It makes no sense
To have no clue
At what is right in front of you.

We'll take it all,
Then take the fall...

For we've trained the world to kill us all.

Yeah we'll take it all,
Then take the fall...

For we've trained the world to kill us all.

Yeah we've trained the world to kill us all...

Copyright Emma Chute 5/12/2012

MYOPIA

I ask what's wrong with you?
You gotta be so cruel.

As the gun shot signals "run",
It's a race the people will lose.

Coz the rats wave the flag and the big fxxxing guns,
And the little people don't get to choose.

They keep their money to themselves,
Diamond rings and Mercedes Benz,
They could save the world in just one move,
But they'd rather a little child ate no food.

I ask what's wrong with you?
You gotta be so cruel.

Every person could be so free,
But you want to keep us on bended knee.
Make us believe in a life of fear,
Make us believe we are inferior.

And you play with your guns,
And trade your arms,
While arms get blown off,
And children farmed.

You deal your drugs,
And have your fun,
While a child cries,
In her dead Mother's arms.

I ask what's wrong with you?
You gotta be so cruel.
You could change so much
In just one move,
But it's just not what,
You wanna to do.

No it's just not what you wanna do.

Care about your guns,
Another school shooting done,
Pocket the profit,
And don't give a fxxx about none!

They say there's beauty in the world,
If only we could see...
But I bet it's hard when you're starving...,
Get me?

I ask what's wrong with you?
You gotta be so cruel,
You could change so much
In just one move,
But that's just not what,
You wanna do.

No that's just not what you wanna do.

Why you gotta be so shady?
This shit's just got too crazy,
Apologize too little and too lately,
And too late for all them babies.

Poisoned drinking water
And a premeditated slaughter.
Then practice bombing on their doorstep,
Well that's called fxxxing murder!

And so the Ku Klux Klan is back,
Wearing a President's hat,
While the Snyde cronies all get fat,
Stealing water from the poor peoples land.

On goes the planned planting of seeds,
Hammering in the nails of this vicious disease.
This improper propaganda of lies,
You think we're so dumb we'll believe?

Your purple circle of idiots,
Don't wash the blood off their hands
Coz they're drinking it.
This evil intent,
We're so sick of it,
But like Vampires you lick every bit of it!

I ask what's wrong with you?
You gotta be so fxxxing cruel.
You could change so much
In just one move,
But that's just not what,
You wanna do,

No that's just not what you wanna do...

I hope you all choke on your silver spoons,
You old Silver back buffoons,
Puffed up like helium balloons,
That'll pop if I'm ever in a room with you.

Yeah I'll rip the shreds of you,
In a lyrical number 2,
And then I'll ask again what's wrong with you?
And why you CHOOSE to be so cruel.

Copyright Emma Chute 12/12/2018

Trumped


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I'm going to the City,
And I'm gonna have some fun...
The boys will say I'm pretty,
Yeah but I'll just play along...

I'm looking for a Tony,
Coz he has got the rounds.
Take a drink and swallow deep....
We're going underground...

Them boys they follow me round,
Them boys they follow me round,
Them boys they follow me round till I touch that sound.

Hold 'em up,
Hold 'em up,
Hold 'em up till I press that button.

Them boys they follow me round,
Them boys they follow me round,
Them boys they follow me round till I touch that sound.

Hold 'em up,
Hold 'em up,
Hold 'em up till I press that button...

Hold 'em up,
Hold 'em up,
Hold 'em up till I press that button...

Now the club is really pumping,
And Tony's on the decks,
Some boy is trying to tune me,
I guess he's looking for some ___

It's getting kinda late now,
And I've still got to play my set,
So hold up boys, don't get annoyed,
I'll push your buttons yet...

Them boys they follow me round,
Them boys they follow me round,
Them boys they follow me round till I touch that sound.

Hold 'em up,
Hold 'em up,
Hold 'em up till I press that button.

Them boys they follow me round,
Them boys they follow me round,
Them boys they follow me round till I touch that sound.

Hold 'em up,
Hold 'em up,
Hold 'em up till I press that button...

Hold 'em up,
Hold 'em up,
Hold 'em up til I press that button...

Now I've pumped it up,
And doubled down,
We're really going now.

And there I spot him in the crowd,
No boy this one,
No he's all man,
Just listening to my sound.

I skip a beat,
He smiles at me,
And that is when I know.

I've found the one,
To come undone...
He's coming home with me!

Them boys they follow me round,
Them boys they follow me round,
Them boys they follow me round till I touch that sound.

Hold 'em up,
Hold 'em up,
Hold 'em up till I press that button.

Them boys they follow me round,
Them boys they me follow me round,
Them boys they follow me round till I touch that sound.

Hold 'em up,
Hold 'em up,
Hold 'em up til I press that button.

Hold 'em up,
Hold 'em up,
Hold 'em up,

I'm gonna press your button...

Now...

Copyright Emma Chute 13/11/2017

Them Boys They Follow Me Round

Verse 1

Step out from the sea,
Microbe.
Amoeba.

Soon comes Man.
Soon comes Me.

Fall down from a tree,
Primate.
Neanderthal.

Soon comes Man.
Soon Comes Me.

Chorus

And now we're here in history,
We've all gone blind,
We cannot see.

We'll steal what's ours,
Yet pay a fee.
Till there's nothing left for free.

Verse 2

Step out from the industrial age,
Step into technology.

Soon comes Man.
Soon comes Me.

Make a Robot,
Make it obey me.

Soon comes Man,
Soon comes Me.

Chorus

And now we're here in history,
We've all gone blind,
We cannot see.

We'll steal what's ours
Yet pay a fee,
Till there's nothing left for free.

Final Verse.

It makes no sense
To have no clue
At what is right in front of you.

We'll take it all,
Then take the fall...

For we've trained the world to kill us all.

Yeah we'll take it all,
Then take the fall...

For we've trained the world to kill us all.

Yeah we've trained the world to kill us all...

Copyright Emma Chute 5/12/2012

MYOPIA

I ask what's wrong with you?
You gotta be so cruel.

As the gun shot signals "run",
It's a race the people will lose.

Coz the rats wave the flag and the big fxxxing guns,
And the little people don't get to choose.

They keep their money to themselves,
Diamond rings and Mercedes Benz,
They could save the world in just one move,
But they'd rather a little child ate no food.

I ask what's wrong with you?
You gotta be so cruel.

Every person could be so free,
But you want to keep us on bended knee.
Make us believe in a life of fear,
Make us believe we are inferior.

And you play with your guns,
And trade your arms,
While arms get blown off,
And children farmed.

You deal your drugs,
And have your fun,
While a child cries,
In her dead Mother's arms.

I ask what's wrong with you?
You gotta be so cruel.
You could change so much
In just one move,
But it's just not what,
You wanna to do.

No it's just not what you wanna do.

Care about your guns,
Another school shooting done,
Pocket the profit,
And don't give a fxxx about none!

They say there's beauty in the world,
If only we could see...
But I bet it's hard when you're starving...,
Get me?

I ask what's wrong with you?
You gotta be so cruel,
You could change so much
In just one move,
But that's just not what,
You wanna do.

No that's just not what you wanna do.

Why you gotta be so shady?
This shit's just got too crazy,
Apologize too little and too lately,
And too late for all them babies.

Poisoned drinking water
And a premeditated slaughter.
Then practice bombing on their doorstep,
Well that's called fxxxing murder!

And so the Ku Klux Klan is back,
Wearing a President's hat,
While the Snyde cronies all get fat,
Stealing water from the poor peoples land.

On goes the planned planting of seeds,
Hammering in the nails of this vicious disease.
This improper propaganda of lies,
You think we're so dumb we'll believe?

Your purple circle of idiots,
Don't wash the blood off their hands
Coz they're drinking it.
This evil intent,
We're so sick of it,
But like Vampires you lick every bit of it!

I ask what's wrong with you?
You gotta be so fxxxing cruel.
You could change so much
In just one move,
But that's just not what,
You wanna do,

No that's just not what you wanna do...

I hope you all choke on your silver spoons,
You old Silver back buffoons,
Puffed up like helium balloons,
That'll pop if I'm ever in a room with you.

Yeah I'll rip the shreds of you,
In a lyrical number 2,
And then I'll ask again what's wrong with you?
And why you CHOOSE to be so cruel.

Copyright Emma Chute 12/12/2018

Trumped

You drew me a dream from a bottle of ink,
And you framed the picture so it would fit,
Then you tore it up,
Bit by bit,
Till there was nothing left of it.

I showed you the things that no one else sees,
The deep dark scared corners that make up me.
All these things I let you see,
All these things you took from me.

Now there's a Ghost in the room,
And she's looking at me.
I look in the mirror
And I see that she's me.

She's haunting the galleys,
The cabins, the stairs.
Hollow and hungry
With her dark, cold eyed stare.

Sometimes she is gone,
But she never disappears.
She's the Ghost of a memory
And she's haunting me here...

You drew me a map,
And I traveled down it.
You guided my way
So I didn't get lost on this trip.
Then you tore it up,
Bit by bit,
Till I was lost, alone on this ship.

Now I'm seeing things that no one else sees,
A dark stormy Knight that lives inside me.
He's got his sword and he's killing me,
With every memory he makes me see.

So now the doors are closing,
One , Two , Three!

No one will ever see the rest of me.

I'm erasing myself,
All memories.

So I can get lost,
In my invisibility.

Coz there's a Ghost in the room
And she's looking at me,
I look in the mirror
And I see that she's me.

She's haunting the galleys,
The cabins, the stairs.
Hungry and hollow,
With her dark, cold eyed stare.

Sometimes she is gone,
But she never disappears.
She's the Ghost of a memory,
And she's haunting me here.

So now the doors are closing,
One, Two, Three!

No one will ever see the rest of me.

She's taking my memories
And erasing me...

Till it's just, my Ghost and me.

Copyright Emma Chute 26/9/2018

Ghost In The Room

I'm trapped in the Matrix,
Of my own making,
This World's for the taking
But I'm sitting here still.

I've had my Awakening
But I'm back asleep faking,
Dreams are all waiting,
But I'm stuck in the drill.

Forward march,
Through the arch,
Left right,
Left right.

Eat the pill,
And sleep so still,
Left right,
Left right.

The Masters are calling
But I'm too busy falling,
Yeah I'm missing my calling,
Stuck with my Will.

Angels are weeping,
For this heart that keeps bleeding,
They can hear that it's beating,
To the sound of the drill.

Forward march,
Back at the start,
Left right,
Left right.

Take the pill
To ease this ill,
Left right,
Left right.

The Devil he's calling
But I can't hear the warning,
Vampires swarming,
In for the kill.

Days have gone missing,
I'm too tired to be wishing,
To leave a dream so insisting,
So I follow the drill.

Forward march,
Like a gun to my heart,
Left right,
Left right.

Take the pill,
So I can lay here so still...

Left right...

Left right...

Copyright Emma Chute 12/07/2018

Stuck In The Matrix

(Intro to Verse 1)

North past the trees
And tracks born from rusty old wheels,
Lives a cottage hidden from sight.

An old Man and his chair,
With his filmy blind stare
And a lantern that swings to the night.

(Pre Chorus)

Oh Oh Oh
Ol' Piney Grove.
Oh Oh Oh
It's a secret you know.

(Verse)

The old Gramophone
Plays of days long ago
And of words that are frozen in time.

And he caresses the frame,
That dust cannot age,
It's a vision that's burned in his mind.

(Pre Chorus)

Oh Oh Oh
O'l Piney Grove.
Oh Oh Oh
The old trees they know.

(Verse)

He sits in his chair
Near a wall that's not there,
Conjuring things in his mind.

A girl with fire for hair,
And feet laced with air,
He's spinning her backwards through time.

(Pre Chorus)

Oh Oh Oh
The Ol' Gramophone.
Oh Oh Oh
It plays on and on.

(Chorus)

For in Ol' Piney Grove
The Faeries they know,
Of a song that never gets old.

They lift up his chair,
And take him where,
The air it never gets cold.

It was so long ago ,
But still so real in his mind,
His chair is a dream
And he's taking a ride.

Oh Oh Oh
Ol' Piney Grove.
Oh Oh Oh
You'll never get old.

Oh Oh Oh
Ol' Piney Grove.
Oh Oh Oh
It's a secret you know.

Ol Piney Grove,

Didn't you know?

(Verse)

Now his strong arms surround her,
With his love that has found her
Again as they dance to their favourite tune.

His kilt it is flying,
His bonny lass smiling,
As they spin through the light of the moon.

(Pre Chorus)

Oh Oh Oh
Ol' Piney Grove.
Oh Oh Oh
You'll never get old.

Oh Oh Oh
Ol' Piney Grove.
Oh Oh Oh
They spin dreams out of gold.

(Chorus)

For in Ol' Piney Grove,
The Faeries they know,
Of a song that never gets old.

They lift up his chair,
And take him where,
The air it never gets cold.

It was so long ago,
But still so real in his mind,
His chair is a dream
And he's taking a ride.

Oh Oh Oh
Ol' Piney Grove

(Bridge)

The Sun's in their souls
They'll never get old
And the Gramophone plays on and on

The Moon in their eyes
As they dance through the skies
Weaving their love into gold.

Oh Oh Oh
Ol' Piney Grove.
Oh Oh Oh
It's a secret you know.

Oh Oh Oh
Ol' Piney Grove.
Oh Oh Oh
You'll never get old.

(Outro)

For in Ol' Piney Grove,
There's a Magic that knows,
Of a love that's still holding it's breath.

So they let out a sigh,
So the magic won't die,
So that life can still live within death.

Oh Oh Oh
Ol Piney Grove
Oh Oh Oh
You just might get to go....

Copyright Emma Chute 20/9/2019

Ol Piney Grove

I'm sitting on the bench again,
You're riding shotgun in some car.
I'm wishing on the stars again,
While your trading drinks for hearts.

My cigarettes are running low,
While your running round the town.
I'm Sixteen on the bench again,
But you're not coming round.

The winter wind stings my neck,
The fog rolls through the park,
And all I do is dream of you,
And send my wishes to those stars.

And then one day my wish comes true,
But I must have stuffed it up.
Coz when I finally got to you,
All I did was break your heart.

So now I wish I'd never made that wish,
Wish I could take it back.
Coz all I did was take something pure,
And turn it in to black.

They say be careful what you wish for,
And I'm telling you it's true.
Coz I just turned a beating heart,
And beat it black and blue.

Now I'm standing at your window,
The green light filters out.
Listening to your Letterman,
As he counts the numbers down.

So many times, I just stood,
And stared at that green light.
You never even knew that I was there,
Breathing cigarettes to the night.

I'd have these conversations,
And pretend what you'd say back.
And I'd wish upon those silly stars,
That one day you'd talk back.

And then one day my wish comes true,
But I must have stuffed it up.
Coz when I finally got to you,
All I did was break your heart.

So now I wish I'd never made that wish,
Wish I could take it back.
Coz all I did was take something pure,
And turn it into black.

They say be careful what you wish for,
And I'm telling you it's true.
Coz I just turned a beating heart,
And beat it back and blue.

It's not all dark ,this stormy tale.
We made it for a while.
And the day you said you loved me,
I nearly fucking died!

Somersaults and lightning bolts,
It took my breath away.
But somewhere further down that road,
I'd give it all away.

So I bet you wish unto this day,
You'd never heard my name.
And that I'd never wished upon those stars.
They seemed so far away...

I can only say I'm sorry,
Though that's not much to do,
No Queen of Hearts, but just false starts,
I wish I'd wished for more for you.

K.I.M.B.O.L.Y
YELLOW BUTTERCUP
ATTACK OF THE KILLER TOMATOES

YOUR MUM YELLS "SHUT UP"
WHILE I HID UNDER YOUR BUNK
LAUGHED SO HARD I HAD TO GO

And though I'm never coming back,
We still live somewhere in that song.
Where Romeo says to Juliet,
"It was just that the time was wrong"

Copyright Emma Chute 30/3/2019

Sixteen on the Bench again

VERSE 1

Shuffle the deck,
And deal out the cards.
I chose the spade
And you chose my heart.

So while I'm digging my hole,
You're holding your hand.
You can't get me straight
And you don't understand.

CHORUS 1

Coz you think we're a pair,
But I'm one of a kind.
You think you're a King
But you're not even a five.

VERSE 2

You want to build me a house,
And make me your Queen.
But a house made of cards
Is a ridiculous dream.

Coz I'll go to the club,
Bring home Jack of all trades,
Till I've made you so crazy,
You will beg for my spade.

CHORUS 2

But you still think we're a pair,
But I'm one of a kind.
You think you're a King,
But you're barely a five.

VERSE 3

Yeah so maybe one day,
I'll regret how I played.
Get trumped by some Joker
Who plays the same game.

Get done by the dealer,
And have to shuffle away.
But I don't really care
Jack off out of my way!

CHORUS 3

But you still think we're a pair,
But I'm one of a kind.
You think you're a King,
But a five's being nice.

FINAL CHORUS

No we are not a pair!
And I'm not very nice.
So go play with yourself,
Coz it's a generous five.

Copyright 16/11/2017 Emma Chute

GAMES

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I'm going to the City,
And I'm gonna have some fun...
The boys will say I'm pretty,
Yeah but I'll just play along...

I'm looking for a Tony,
Coz he has got the rounds.
Take a drink and swallow deep....
We're going underground...

Them boys they follow me round,
Them boys they follow me round,
Them boys they follow me round till I touch that sound.

Hold 'em up,
Hold 'em up,
Hold 'em up till I press that button.

Them boys they follow me round,
Them boys they follow me round,
Them boys they follow me round till I touch that sound.

Hold 'em up,
Hold 'em up,
Hold 'em up till I press that button...

Hold 'em up,
Hold 'em up,
Hold 'em up till I press that button...

Now the club is really pumping,
And Tony's on the decks,
Some boy is trying to tune me,
I guess he's looking for some ___

It's getting kinda late now,
And I've still got to play my set,
So hold up boys, don't get annoyed,
I'll push your buttons yet...

Them boys they follow me round,
Them boys they follow me round,
Them boys they follow me round till I touch that sound.

Hold 'em up,
Hold 'em up,
Hold 'em up till I press that button.

Them boys they follow me round,
Them boys they follow me round,
Them boys they follow me round till I touch that sound.

Hold 'em up,
Hold 'em up,
Hold 'em up till I press that button...

Hold 'em up,
Hold 'em up,
Hold 'em up til I press that button...

Now I've pumped it up,
And doubled down,
We're really going now.

And there I spot him in the crowd,
No boy this one,
No he's all man,
Just listening to my sound.

I skip a beat,
He smiles at me,
And that is when I know.

I've found the one,
To come undone...
He's coming home with me!

Them boys they follow me round,
Them boys they follow me round,
Them boys they follow me round till I touch that sound.

Hold 'em up,
Hold 'em up,
Hold 'em up till I press that button.

Them boys they follow me round,
Them boys they me follow me round,
Them boys they follow me round till I touch that sound.

Hold 'em up,
Hold 'em up,
Hold 'em up til I press that button.

Hold 'em up,
Hold 'em up,
Hold 'em up,

I'm gonna press your button...

Now...

Copyright Emma Chute 13/11/2017

Them Boys They Follow Me Round

Verse 1

Step out from the sea,
Microbe.
Amoeba.

Soon comes Man.
Soon comes Me.

Fall down from a tree,
Primate.
Neanderthal.

Soon comes Man.
Soon Comes Me.

Chorus

And now we're here in history,
We've all gone blind,
We cannot see.

We'll steal what's ours,
Yet pay a fee.
Till there's nothing left for free.

Verse 2

Step out from the industrial age,
Step into technology.

Soon comes Man.
Soon comes Me.

Make a Robot,
Make it obey me.

Soon comes Man,
Soon comes Me.

Chorus

And now we're here in history,
We've all gone blind,
We cannot see.

We'll steal what's ours
Yet pay a fee,
Till there's nothing left for free.

Final Verse.

It makes no sense
To have no clue
At what is right in front of you.

We'll take it all,
Then take the fall...

For we've trained the world to kill us all.

Yeah we'll take it all,
Then take the fall...

For we've trained the world to kill us all.

Yeah we've trained the world to kill us all...

Copyright Emma Chute 5/12/2012

MYOPIA

I ask what's wrong with you?
You gotta be so cruel.

As the gun shot signals "run",
It's a race the people will lose.

Coz the rats wave the flag and the big fxxxing guns,
And the little people don't get to choose.

They keep their money to themselves,
Diamond rings and Mercedes Benz,
They could save the world in just one move,
But they'd rather a little child ate no food.

I ask what's wrong with you?
You gotta be so cruel.

Every person could be so free,
But you want to keep us on bended knee.
Make us believe in a life of fear,
Make us believe we are inferior.

And you play with your guns,
And trade your arms,
While arms get blown off,
And children farmed.

You deal your drugs,
And have your fun,
While a child cries,
In her dead Mother's arms.

I ask what's wrong with you?
You gotta be so cruel.
You could change so much
In just one move,
But it's just not what,
You wanna to do.

No it's just not what you wanna do.

Care about your guns,
Another school shooting done,
Pocket the profit,
And don't give a fxxx about none!

They say there's beauty in the world,
If only we could see...
But I bet it's hard when you're starving...,
Get me?

I ask what's wrong with you?
You gotta be so cruel,
You could change so much
In just one move,
But that's just not what,
You wanna do.

No that's just not what you wanna do.

Why you gotta be so shady?
This shit's just got too crazy,
Apologize too little and too lately,
And too late for all them babies.

Poisoned drinking water
And a premeditated slaughter.
Then practice bombing on their doorstep,
Well that's called fxxxing murder!

And so the Ku Klux Klan is back,
Wearing a President's hat,
While the Snyde cronies all get fat,
Stealing water from the poor peoples land.

On goes the planned planting of seeds,
Hammering in the nails of this vicious disease.
This improper propaganda of lies,
You think we're so dumb we'll believe?

Your purple circle of idiots,
Don't wash the blood off their hands
Coz they're drinking it.
This evil intent,
We're so sick of it,
But like Vampires you lick every bit of it!

I ask what's wrong with you?
You gotta be so fxxxing cruel.
You could change so much
In just one move,
But that's just not what,
You wanna do,

No that's just not what you wanna do...

I hope you all choke on your silver spoons,
You old Silver back buffoons,
Puffed up like helium balloons,
That'll pop if I'm ever in a room with you.

Yeah I'll rip the shreds of you,
In a lyrical number 2,
And then I'll ask again what's wrong with you?
And why you CHOOSE to be so cruel.

Copyright Emma Chute 12/12/2018

Trumped

You drew me a dream from a bottle of ink,
And you framed the picture so it would fit,
Then you tore it up,
Bit by bit,
Till there was nothing left of it.

I showed you the things that no one else sees,
The deep dark scared corners that make up me.
All these things I let you see,
All these things you took from me.

Now there's a Ghost in the room,
And she's looking at me.
I look in the mirror
And I see that she's me.

She's haunting the galleys,
The cabins, the stairs.
Hollow and hungry
With her dark, cold eyed stare.

Sometimes she is gone,
But she never disappears.
She's the Ghost of a memory
And she's haunting me here...

You drew me a map,
And I traveled down it.
You guided my way
So I didn't get lost on this trip.
Then you tore it up,
Bit by bit,
Till I was lost, alone on this ship.

Now I'm seeing things that no one else sees,
A dark stormy Knight that lives inside me.
He's got his sword and he's killing me,
With every memory he makes me see.

So now the doors are closing,
One , Two , Three!

No one will ever see the rest of me.

I'm erasing myself,
All memories.

So I can get lost,
In my invisibility.

Coz there's a Ghost in the room
And she's looking at me,
I look in the mirror
And I see that she's me.

She's haunting the galleys,
The cabins, the stairs.
Hungry and hollow,
With her dark, cold eyed stare.

Sometimes she is gone,
But she never disappears.
She's the Ghost of a memory,
And she's haunting me here.

So now the doors are closing,
One, Two, Three!

No one will ever see the rest of me.

She's taking my memories
And erasing me...

Till it's just, my Ghost and me.

Copyright Emma Chute 26/9/2018

Ghost In The Room

I'm trapped in the Matrix,
Of my own making,
This World's for the taking
But I'm sitting here still.

I've had my Awakening
But I'm back asleep faking,
Dreams are all waiting,
But I'm stuck in the drill.

Forward march,
Through the arch,
Left right,
Left right.

Eat the pill,
And sleep so still,
Left right,
Left right.

The Masters are calling
But I'm too busy falling,
Yeah I'm missing my calling,
Stuck with my Will.

Angels are weeping,
For this heart that keeps bleeding,
They can hear that it's beating,
To the sound of the drill.

Forward march,
Back at the start,
Left right,
Left right.

Take the pill
To ease this ill,
Left right,
Left right.

The Devil he's calling
But I can't hear the warning,
Vampires swarming,
In for the kill.

Days have gone missing,
I'm too tired to be wishing,
To leave a dream so insisting,
So I follow the drill.

Forward march,
Like a gun to my heart,
Left right,
Left right.

Take the pill,
So I can lay here so still...

Left right...

Left right...

Copyright Emma Chute 12/07/2018

Stuck In The Matrix

(Intro to Verse 1)

North past the trees
And tracks born from rusty old wheels,
Lives a cottage hidden from sight.

An old Man and his chair,
With his filmy blind stare
And a lantern that swings to the night.

(Pre Chorus)

Oh Oh Oh
Ol' Piney Grove.
Oh Oh Oh
It's a secret you know.

(Verse)

The old Gramophone
Plays of days long ago
And of words that are frozen in time.

And he caresses the frame,
That dust cannot age,
It's a vision that's burned in his mind.

(Pre Chorus)

Oh Oh Oh
O'l Piney Grove.
Oh Oh Oh
The old trees they know.

(Verse)

He sits in his chair
Near a wall that's not there,
Conjuring things in his mind.

A girl with fire for hair,
And feet laced with air,
He's spinning her backwards through time.

(Pre Chorus)

Oh Oh Oh
The Ol' Gramophone.
Oh Oh Oh
It plays on and on.

(Chorus)

For in Ol' Piney Grove
The Faeries they know,
Of a song that never gets old.

They lift up his chair,
And take him where,
The air it never gets cold.

It was so long ago ,
But still so real in his mind,
His chair is a dream
And he's taking a ride.

Oh Oh Oh
Ol' Piney Grove.
Oh Oh Oh
You'll never get old.

Oh Oh Oh
Ol' Piney Grove.
Oh Oh Oh
It's a secret you know.

Ol Piney Grove,

Didn't you know?

(Verse)

Now his strong arms surround her,
With his love that has found her
Again as they dance to their favourite tune.

His kilt it is flying,
His bonny lass smiling,
As they spin through the light of the moon.

(Pre Chorus)

Oh Oh Oh
Ol' Piney Grove.
Oh Oh Oh
You'll never get old.

Oh Oh Oh
Ol' Piney Grove.
Oh Oh Oh
They spin dreams out of gold.

(Chorus)

For in Ol' Piney Grove,
The Faeries they know,
Of a song that never gets old.

They lift up his chair,
And take him where,
The air it never gets cold.

It was so long ago,
But still so real in his mind,
His chair is a dream
And he's taking a ride.

Oh Oh Oh
Ol' Piney Grove

(Bridge)

The Sun's in their souls
They'll never get old
And the Gramophone plays on and on

The Moon in their eyes
As they dance through the skies
Weaving their love into gold.

Oh Oh Oh
Ol' Piney Grove.
Oh Oh Oh
It's a secret you know.

Oh Oh Oh
Ol' Piney Grove.
Oh Oh Oh
You'll never get old.

(Outro)

For in Ol' Piney Grove,
There's a Magic that knows,
Of a love that's still holding it's breath.

So they let out a sigh,
So the magic won't die,
So that life can still live within death.

Oh Oh Oh
Ol Piney Grove
Oh Oh Oh
You just might get to go....

Copyright Emma Chute 20/9/2019

Ol Piney Grove


About Me

Bio

I am an alternate poet / lyricist and visual artist (displayed next to lyrics) My style is raw, edgy and from the heart. I live in Perth , Western Australia.
I have been writing since I was a child, some life experiences and overcoming adversity have given me a lot of subjects to write about.
My dream is to have a passionate artist
ing my words to life and or to collaborate. Stories have the amazing power of universal healing.
I have recently sold a lyric on Songbay relatively shortly after joining, and I have ideas and songs streaming through my
ain ready to get to the next level.
I have written my first piano score for my own song which feels amazing.
I Look forward to this next step in the journey of growth and personal empowerment . We are all in this together.
Love Emma

CV/History

Northlake Senior Campus, A in English Literature and English 1996 (Year 11)
Penrhos College English Excellence Award 1993
Penrhos College Award for best Poetry Anthology 1991 (Year 9)

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