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You take control of yourself
As you take control of your body
You tattooed a serpent on your spine
And pierced your nipples twice
And came back to me a second time.
It’s your seven secret laws of falling apart
And I don’t want to make them mine.

The internet won’t help you now girl,
There’s no search we can do for this shit.
Who knows if there is a war in Heaven,
Who knows what it’s like in the place
You’re trying to escape to?
Then you’ve dreads and you’re changing your hair
Everyday’s different colours
Making charts of favourite films
And favourite songs
And every favourite thing as a distraction
From that hard and crucial part
Of that one final moment
Of those laws you’ve created

And you could build a site reviewing
Everything you like and will and didn’t like
Online diaries and poetry links and
And you could build up a dozen different identities
To hide yourself behind
Because online you’re a stranger of a very special kind
But there’s no way of getting away from the fundamental fact
Of your seven secret laws
‘Cause you’re too far down that track.
And did I say that I don’t want to make them mine?
You, you force me girl to run into things
That I didn’t mean or want to say
And sometimes I thought that heartbreak
Wanted to keep us just that way
But you keep shifting shape and changing places
And I don’t feel like another day with those kind of races
Of the mind and the past
Wasn’t built to be recast as recrimination
And in the search to calm this I searched through every station
And landed on Sky
And there’s topical things and underground bombs
And coverage and reports and all kinds of
Speculation and I’ve no real idea
What’s going on or why I landed here



It’s just that somehow I want to pull in the world
Even the attacks
To try to understand it all
In one glorious moment, like revelation
Where the chorus is the destination
And we’re in the final station
But we’re still finding excuses and explanations
For falling headlong into art
And your pierced and twisted, transformed body
And those new colours for your hair
Were never really the goal,
You were trying to transform your soul
Preparing to depart.

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from The Ballad of The Stark Miner - SOLD OUT, track released October 1, 2007

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Sandy Kilpatrick is a soulful singer and songwriter from Scotland, currently based in Portugal.

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