The End of the Day (An Absence of Gin)
k.southwell performed by LAIQUE. The Old Museum Album Launch November 2010
Reverie
k.southwell performed by LAIQUE. The Old Museum Album Launch November 2010
Listen to compositions: Laique Website
Break out the champagne and dirty martinis!
LAIQUE has two songs in the finals of the Queensland Music Awards, with another three songs highly commended. They can be found on Laique’s album, ‘Cravin Just a Little Misbehavin’.
The ceremony and announcements will be held on 16th of August 2011. Wish us luck!
Finalists
The Murder Ballad of Miss Belle Noir (Blues and Roots)
Merchants of Sin (World Music)
Highly Commended
Part of the Way (Jazz)
Reverie (Jazz)
Icarus (World)
LYRICS
The End of the Day (An absence of Gin) Words and Music by K. Southwell well she's the queen of shiny trinkets at the end of the day She's got shoes and hats in boxes at the end of the day when the sun goes away, all she ever cares to do is play a little banjo and have a little fun Well, he buys her lots of treats at the end of the day She never wants for anything sweet at the end of the day His kisses are many, his presents are many so why is she craving just a little misbehaving? Heaven, well that's what she's in... Unless, heaven... has never heard of gin! Martinis... one olive or two? for that she'd give her left foot, perhaps even a shoe! What do you do, with all of those shoes at the end of the day? what does it matter if everyone's chattering at the end of the day? When the sun goes away, all she ever cares to do is play a little banjo and have a little fun Hush Words and Music by K. Southwell Charlie horse has a cloud over his head and i'm a little worried, it's something I said his colours are all faded and his eyes a little dull his melancholy, bothers me was it the misty drinks of yesteryear the clink of the drink as it poured in his ear was it the fanfare that played until dawn when the sun put itself to sleep, after a long yawn And flying monkeys hunt you down in your sleep so I walk the halls, stare at walls, don't dare to make a peep and you stand there and you pause, for what reason for what cause your melancholy, bothers me was it the misty drinks of yesteryear the clink of the drink as it poured in his ear was it the fanfare that played until dawn when the sun put itself to sleep, after a long yawn Words, they come easily, not so for decency Sings the lovers tale of the lonely nightingale Temptations and travesties, penchants and parodies What's that they say about the play of the clouds and the rain? hush little baby don't you cry mama's at the whorehouse and your papa's getting high hush little baby don't you cry Charlie horse has a cloud over his head and i'm a little worried, it's something I said Icarus Falling Words and Music by K. Southwell He never looked at me when the sun was bright only took my hand in the grey moonlight and never told a soul of our true love He courted me when the fields were dark and when all were asleep then he'd have my heart and his favourite place to dance was the old graveyard. so we lived out our days beneath the moon's yellow gaze and so we breathed to the wind and curled up within He'd wisk me away in the dead of night and we'd meet for picnics in the faded light of a single chandelier, hanging in the garden And every night we'd make love amidst, the sleeping flowers then, in the hazy mist of the morn i'd fall asleep, eternally alone at dawn so we lived out our days beneath the moon's yellow gaze and so we breathed to the wind and curled up icarus, when we stayed up all night creating stories that we'll never write icarus, when we planned concerts and parties we'll throw in castles, we'll never own but I see that look in your eye the one that says that you can fly and the sky's, only a window away and every day. Seems further away. so we lived out our days beneath the moon's yellow gaze and so we breathed to the wind and curled up within Reverie Words and Music by K. Southwell She had a style so sweet, a smile to make the fellas weep, a way to make them feel complete and beautiful inside Divine, she is the prize, her eyes, reflect desires She takes them in, her boudoir dim, and fills their heads with lies The velvet drapes are dusty in the hazy light of dawn, beetles crawling down the walls & in the kitchen livin' in every drawer, Shadows flicker on the floor from the ceiling fan The morn is quiet but her head is reeling, 'round in circles waiting to land The fever never did subside, with a bourgeoisie, sense of pride In the dazy haze of the morning light, filled with reverie Delirium, rushing in, a marionette in a house of sin, As the petite suite of strings begin, to play her song of sighs The velvet drapes are dusty in the hazy light of dawn, beetles crawling down the walls & in the kitchen livin' in every drawer, Shadows flicker on the floor from the ceiling fan The morn in quiet but her head is reeling, 'round in circles waiting to land The blackened waters, draw her under, she slips within its sweet caress The silver folds, of her silken deathly shroud, dance beyond her lasting breath She walks, through the day upon the earth, leaving behind a feathered trail those that see her, through the murmur of a cry, unrequited, unveiled The Boat Song Words and Music by K. Southwell She couldn't find her peace of mind he couldn't wish for another wish they couldn't swim far enough to bring all of their love, to shore without drowning he wandered far, he wandered fro she wondered where there was left to go And they couldn't swim far enough to bring all of their love, to shore without.... as the tides rose high, watched their chance go by to save themselves so she built a row boat The tide rose silently but violently (x2) Save yourself, oh save yourself, oh save yourself She floated high, she floated low, cast no regrets she cast no shadow still they couldn't swim far enough to bring all of their, to shore without drowning as the tides rose high, watched their chance go by to save themselves so she packed a row boat The tide rose silently but violently (x2) Save yourself, oh save yourself, oh save yourself The Murder Ballad of Miss Belle Noir Words and Music by K. Southwell She wanders 'round the half moon passing. She fills her glass with flowing red. She dances 'round the silver garden, dead flowers brushing past her legs. do do do, do do do do do do... Night birds they prey upon her beauty, they beckon her to join their skein. They call to her in sweet surrender, collect the threads for her refrain. Whispered tales of wicked betrayals, Haunted souls and deafening wails Their sweet song abates her defence, releases her hold on the world as she... Ascends, Soaring high and laughing wild, her wicked delight Ascends to deprive the stars their right, to shine on her night. Midnight she soars above the gardens, her blood red nails against her throat Her skin translucent in the moonlight, her woeful song that was never spoke In death she follows those that falter, her shrill cry piecing through the night Her face reflected in the memories of those who murdered her in life Whispered tales of wicked betrayals, Haunted souls and deafening wails Their sweet song abates her defence, releases her hold on the world as she... Ascends, Flying high and laughing wild, her wicked delight Ascends to deprive the stars their right, to shine on her night. do do do do do do do do do do do... Gracie of the Under World Words and Music by K. Southwell According this trip guide I've got one more sip to sip but I'd rather skull it down And I'm opening the pages at random locations and drink the words down And you'd invent the ending using ink upon my skin blue birds fly behind my eye they sing the tales within Tiptoeing round the obvious, Sewing up the seams Ruffle up the feathers and nestle in between Layer by layer tear off transparent skin Odious and tangible, dig your fingers in You smooth over the rought bits and smile between the lines Testing your resolve with a glass of fine wine well it was fine, at the time It was fine, at the time I've musings to rattle the bones of the dead Thoughts, like buzzards curl up in my bed. hunger like buzzards curls up in my bed. Everything's clear now, now that you're here now now that the skies are blue One of these times now, I'm gonna find out what did happen to you but for the time now, you're all mine now life is all cherries and blooms you can be calm now, right on my arm now now that i'm together with you For all the times we were apart, there was a dark cloud over my heart For all the times that you were away, I cried all the night and all of the day.... The Merchants of Sin Words and Music by K. Southwell profits they trade / salvation made in tasting the drink / of bitterness they pass through the day pass through the night groping around for a breath of life tasting the reap of what they sew welding a trophy of what they know the greed in their eyes sharp and alive a hunger for that, which lives between their thighs For the, merchants of sin they find such pleasure within the brave and delicate things that they Buy and sell with devilish whim (x 2) you're standing so tall face to the wall you're wishing away that once adored falling upon each offered prize tasting the treats of which you've been denied the murmurs within they stir the din the joker he smiles the bets are in 4 and 20 blackbirds, he tips it closed and signs, with your lips. For the, merchants of sin they find such pleasure within the brave and delicate things that they Buy and sell with devilish whim (x 2) Everyone around here knows it's name the bars are crawling with the same refrain The street lights die, The trams go by The brilliant ones lie, the weak ones die All the precious things with their shiny toys charming the devilish pants off those boys the treasures they bring are bursting at the seams you wish you were the queen of all those shiny shiny dreams (bursting at the seams with all the treasure they bring and you wish that you were the king)
KS 