Heart Lose Tempo

by Temper-Mental MissElayneous

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    Produced by punk pioneer & avant garde sonic architect Stano.
    Sleeve artwork by renowned Irish graffiti artist Cisto.
    Side A1 : Heart Lose Tempo
    Side A2 : Tír Na n-Óg

    All lyrics by Temper-Mental MissElayneous/Elayne Harrington
    Produced by Stano
    Recorded & mixed by Willem Blok
    Guitar – Andy Coogan
    Guitar – Kieran Kennedy
    Guitar – Donald Teskey
    Drums – Derek Harrison
    Saxophone – Ciarán Wild
    Backing Vocals - Stano
    Mastered by Aidan Foley at Masterlabs

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Sleeve artwork by Irish graffiti artist Cisto

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released 04 September 2014

All lyrics by Temper-Mental MissElayneous/Elayne Harrington
Produced by Stano
Recorded & mixed by Willem Blok
Guitar – Andy Coogan
Guitar – Kieran Kennedy
Guitar – Donald Teskey
Drums – Derek Harrison
Saxophone – Ciarán Wild
Backing Vocals - Stano
Mastered by Aidan Foley at Masterlabs

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Track Name: Heart Lose Tempo
HEART LOSE TEMPO
By Temper-Mental MissElayneous
6th July 2011


VERSE 1
Hug you tight enough to milk you as if you were a stone
Making basic impossible, transform horror story to love poem.
Love doesn’t leave you alone, tying knots ‘til it’s infinitely sewn.
Sealed with wishes, kisses have long been outgrown.
Less suspicious when they’re undercover and unknown.
Safe to conceal; deep like the marrow in the bone
Think - don’t feel. Never start to love, above all – don’t fall.
Shove memories to the grove of your gut, stamp it out like cigarette butt
End feelings like fashion trend,
Reel in another sucker, fish-hooking another heart stealer,
Foreign like ‘m*****f****r’
Dipped your wick, scratched your itch; now you’re f*****g stuck with her.
Bend life’s laws. Think ‘til your scalp crawls,
Listen for destiny’s voice calling,
Who told you you were meant to be falling. Coming off a lover; sore like Ketamine withdrawing.
CHORUS
Ashes to ashes, face to face,
Does your rhythm synchronise with my heart’s pace?
May have a spare key, but only one to unleash
Freed the Wu Tang heart, but released in one piece?
X2

VERSE 2
Ready romance remedy like calculatory monetary balling,
Going nowhere fast in a rush, purposely stalling.
Hollow between sheets, pursed lips to pout; pillow talking – talk is cheap.
Search in every love heart cranny and nook like a hawk...
On second thoughts - don’t take a second look.
No rings to count in a stalk.
Romance’ll dig you a hell where to dwell over a mere misdemeanour,
Not just down in the dumps, the landfills mind is cleaner.
As gruesome as, but less honest than Cannibal Corpse sleeve.
Self manipulate, mutilate, greed, marry, divorce, grieve, bereave
Self manipulate, mutilate, greed, marry, divorce, grieve, bereave
Seems organic to me. My mind’s not hell born.
It’s American ad propaganda marketers that blatantly sell porn,
Naked truth on the shepard’s eye when of shame sheep are shorn

CHORUS

VERSE 3
Emotional bulimic, trudging the route that’s scenic
Even if it’s not truthful to Self, for this lie; ‘life’, it’s convenient
-Discharge you. Use your riddance as the expedient. Excrete for the next generation to mistakenly repeat
-An applicable stratagem. Touchy, but not tough. In the height of it to the maximum.
Non conflictual. Tigers’ eye in the rough. Ruff.

CHORUS