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02. Jamie

  • Uploaded on
    April 18, 2011
  • Recorded at
    Stephen Hague's Castle Overlooking France
  • Produced by
    Stephen Hague & Akira The Don
  • Mixed by
    Stephen Hague
  • Mastered by
    Gaz Williams at Fliskin Mannor
  • Additional Personnel
    Saxophone by Damian Cook
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Lyrics

She was born in a little white room
in a little white room she was born
to a little white girl another little white girl came through
from a little pink womb to the word
and when she first saw light
her little eyes cried like when she first saw night
same thing
and her dad drank liquor
till his fear hung thicker than a fat man stick on a swing
mum's gone shopping
there's no stopping
the world when it gets inside
so very quickly she starts to see things how they wanted her to see
outside
its raining
but somehow she thinks its sunny
she giggles at the pain cos it isn't very funny
she cries for her mummy
mummy looks blank
mummy's brain's locked in the bank
Jamie ran away
it wasn't nothing but a lot of bravado
she said I havent seen nothing but the cover of the sun
i was just focusing on winning the lotto
jamie ran away
it wasn't like she had a whole lot to stay for
So sorry my darling
I wasn't prince charming
i just read about you in the paper
jamie went to school, a kid
and did things that the others did
with paint and clay and skipping rope
with faith and spite and hate and hope
the scope for self expression narrowed
six years old she's feeling harrowed
seven she's on meds the doctor
said that she was hyperactive
well no more
now she's pretty sore
every day's a bore
breathing air becomes a chore
going to school's like going to war
now she's ten
and bleeding lying
she wonders if she's dying
part of what she used to be's forgotten
life's so sickly sweet and rotten
just like she hadn't asked to be born
jamie's world collapsed
when daddy, dumb, got sent to prison
mummy, dumber, got sent with him
jamie's sent to foster so called care
to so called carers where
she's made to feel like dirt and filth
it magnifies her hurt and guilt
she sees TV, magazines
dayglo in her dreams
there's places where the bars aint all around
where she can find her calling how
dare they touch her, boys and girls
fifteen now she sees the world
for half of what it is and isn't
so she jumps and leaves her prison
Jamie ran away
it wasn't nothing but a lot of bravado
she said I havent seen nothing but the cover of the sun
i was just focusing on winning the lotto
jamie ran away
it wasn't like she had a whole lot to stay for
So sorry my darling
I wasn't prince charming
i just read about you in the paper
Alright
She was born in a little white roomin a little white room she was bornto a little white girl another little white girl came throughfrom a little pink womb to the wordand when she first saw lighther little eyes cried like when she first saw nightsame thingand her dad drank liquortill his fear hung thicker than a fat man stick on a swingmum's gone shoppingthere's no stoppingthe world when it gets insideso very quickly she starts to see things how they wanted her to seeoutsideits rainingbut somehow she thinks its sunnyshe giggles at the pain cos it isn't very funnyshe cries for her mummymummy looks blankmummy's brain's locked in the bank♀Jamie ran awayit wasn't nothing but a lot of bravadoshe said I havent seen nothing but the cover of the suni was just focusing on winning the lottojamie ran awayit wasn't like she had a whole lot to stay forSo sorry my darlingI wasn't prince charmingi just read about you in the paper♀jamie went to school, a kidand did things that the others didwith paint and clay and skipping ropewith faith and spite and hate and hopethe scope for self expression narrowedsix years old she's feeling harrowedseven she's on meds the doctorsaid that she was hyperactivewell no morenow she's pretty soreevery day's a borebreathing air becomes a choregoing to school's like going to warnow she's tenand bleeding lyingshe wonders if she's dyingpart of what she used to be's forgottenlife's so sickly sweet and rotten♀just like she hadn't asked to be bornjamie's world collapsedwhen daddy, dumb, got sent to prisonmummy, dumber, got sent with himjamie's sent to foster so called careto so called carers whereshe's made to feel like dirt and filthit magnifies her hurt and guiltshe sees TV, magazinesdayglo in her dreamsthere's places where the bars aint all aroundwhere she can find her calling howdare they touch her, boys and girlsfifteen now she sees the worldfor half of what it is and isn'tso she jumps and leaves her prison♀Jamie ran awayit wasn't nothing but a lot of bravadoshe said I havent seen nothing but the cover of the suni was just focusing on winning the lottojamie ran awayit wasn't like she had a whole lot to stay forSo sorry my darlingI wasn't prince charmingi just read about you in the paper♀Alright

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