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  • released: 20 june 2006
  • all songs written by: david ding
  • with: jennifer ding [bass and percussion on 3]

breaking august 2001

when i’m waiting for it to drop some time
never taking too long to find out where i am
today, i see you everywhere
i know that i can’t stay here

and in my way, i’m understanding how it comes to me
i’m giving answers to questions never asked
we breathe, funny how it just might leave
you know, you say things
you don’t want to see it go
just as i

i never wanted it to die

now I’m waiting for it to come again
and when i see it falling to get out of your way,
i know that i can’t stay here
alone, i can’t stay here


never knew your last name august 2001

i said i’m sorry i don’t know why i never told you what i meant
i stumbled just to hold your hand, but i never knew your last name
i fought to be there by your side; i wanted to be there for more
i took a picture of us both, but i never knew your last name

i thought i really had a chance; i didn’t know about it all
i knew that i could make you smile, but i never knew your last name

you never even shared a touch more than when i held your hand
you didn’t want me in the end and you didn’t share your last name


flare january 2002

i’d say hello if it didn’t bore me to do so
you don’t have to pretend to notice me
your smile says it all, don’t worry
your smile says it all, don’t worry

your averting eyes are a joy for me to watch
your averting eyes are a joy for me to watch
your sorry disguise is a joy for me to see
your averting eyes are a joy for me to watch

the flavour of your face is making me sick
the flavour of your face is making me sick
your smile says it all and you’re making me sick
the flavour of your face is making me sick


tiburón march 2002

another night and you were there
your body twists and i just stare
i forgot i was meant to breathe
i just hoped that you wouldn’t leave

i’ll die if i’m left here alone
never tell me that you want to go home

and what i get is what you choose
my spine chills when you move
you burned my skin with every touch
didn’t think I’d want to hurt so much

tonight dies if i’m left here alone
never tell me that you want to go home


hate the paint march 2002

hate this paint that’s turning you around

how long would it take you to
hate the paint that’s turning you
heat and burn and melt it through?

hate this paint and say you will be found

paint and taint the window sill
hate the paint and say you will
pray the days are thin and still

hate this paint and stay to tear it down

wait until you turn around
hate the paint and tear it down

this illusion breaks my head
wish i had yours instead
this illusion breaks my head
think of what you just said

taint the window sill today
break the paint you hate away
tell me that you want to stay

think of what you had to say
break the paint you hate away
break the paint you hate away


apple tree june 2002

i didn’t want to be waiting here quietly
eating your celery under the apple tree
improbability wasn’t a mystery
impossibility’s not what i want to see

what would you say to me if i said honestly
how i want it to be under the apple tree?
would you just disagree; walk away silently?
or would you come to me; see the things i can see?

spit out your celery now that it’s history.
what would you offer me under the apple tree?
what would you take from me? what would be left of me?
would it end happily under the apple tree?


snug march 2003

i made a promise and i mean to keep it
but it’s so disappointing: the way that it never
lives up to the way it works out in your head

but i won’t let you down
i’ll never let you down

i’m not a person who likes to lie a lot
but it’s so disappointing: the way that it’s never
the same as the picture you see when you’re dreaming

but i won’t let you down
i’ll never let you down

it’s so disappointing: the way that it’s always
the same as the same thing that happened last sunday

but i won’t let you down
i’ll never let you down


sentimental baby may 2003

tick tock think long hard and realise
sentimental baby will start to cry
fast favourite flavour for a lullaby
why don’t you taste your neighbour when you close your eyes

no understanding to identify
sentimental baby will start to cry
hibernation station’s on the other side
won’t hold my breath for another smile

sentimental baby will start to cry
sentimental baby on the other side
sentimental baby realise
sentimental baby will start to cry
sentimental baby will start to cry
sentimental baby will start to cry


virgin-like march 2005

well hey what’s this in the pocket of my dungarees?
a new toy that will bring you to your knees
maybe you can have a go if you just say please
but maybe not i don’t want to get a disease
i will lock it in a box with my brand new key
dig a hole in my head on the count of three
soundtrack my attack with some mbv
you made me realise you see

inspector
i’ve got nothing to hide

you seem to think you’ve got something on me
you’ll see you’ve seen the in-between
the new machine

so just forget about it
just forget it won’t be there
won’t be there

i’ll take you anywhere you want
i’ll take you everywhere you want to go, to see
i’ll take you there
i’ll take you there

so just forget about it
just forget it won’t be there
there’s no one there


hair clip surprise february 2006

all i wanted was to bring a smile to your face; turn a frown upside down
a frown i might have put there in the first place
wires crossed; no surprise
happened all the time when we were crossed ourselves

insensitivity on my part? or you with just too fragile a heart?
i don’t know
“no big deal” – your words, not mine

in the pocket of my coat i used to keep a pink hair clip
a little plastic piece of you
i remember once, standing at a bus stop, reaching in, finding it there
i’d forgotten it was there
it brought a smile to my face

so later in the day of the wires-crossing
i came to make a withdrawal from the pocket of my coat
and i heard a cracking crunching sound
felt something break beneath my foot; i looked down

can’t say exactly how i felt

all i know is that
it brought a smile to my face


©2001-2006 david ding

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