Heiress

Writers: Ali Meredith-Lacey, Ed Tullett
Produced by: Ali Meredith-Lacey
Mixed by: Ali Meredith-Lacey
Engineered by: Ali Meredith-Lacey
Mastered by: Jeff Lipton and Maria Rice at Peerless Mastering

We’re your daughter,
we’re your ornery teeth,
we’re your author,
we’re your quarterly leave.

They’re your daughters,
they're your artery thieves,
prima donna,
run your pain to your teeth.

I will save your blood for years.
I will brave your flood to breathe.

Here often,
heard you bought a reprieve
up in Auckland,
we were trading retreats.

In your outdoors,
lay your throne and your wreath
in your hung jaw,
were you caught on your feet?

I will let the blood from the corners of your eyes,
I’ll vignette the flood from the borders of the tide.

You and I.

They're your daughters,
they're your artery thieves,
they’re your daughters,
a decade to conceive.

Let your blood,
silvery.

Writers: Ali Meredith-Lacey, Ed Tullett
Produced by: Ali Meredith-Lacey
Mixed by: Ali Meredith-Lacey
Engineered by: Ali Meredith-Lacey
Mastered by: Jeff Lipton and Maria Rice at Peerless Mastering

Seek,
vowing on,
vanish antler,
valley born.

Weak,
phosphor jump,
under other,
lining numb.

Leak seal, euphor lost.
Bleak, heal, you forewarn.

Bliss,
buoying blood,
trigger ether,
sink above.

Rose,
burning cuff,
cipher rapture,
seared on.

Hold your charm.

Writers: Ali Meredith-Lacey, Ed Tullett
Produced by: Ali Meredith-Lacey
Mixed by: Ali Meredith-Lacey
Engineered by: Ali Meredith-Lacey
Mastered by: Jeff Lipton and Maria Rice at Peerless Mastering

A summer
sprawled on a fake house,
leaked light through a bleach blouse,
a summer, you called it so.

Undressed at your peak now,
come, call it all faked now,
a summer, you soaked it up.

Haunting yourself,
and I painted all your cavalry.
Made to rebel,
did you ache from all your bravery?

I can't feel
the dawning of it all,
was it all gone all along?

I can feel
the mauling of it all,
was it all gone all along?

I would never let it go.

Be that girl if you want to,
be that girl if you wanted to,
be it all if you want to,
be that girl if it wanted you.

Where’d it go?

Writers: Ali Meredith-Lacey, Ed Tullett
Produced by: Ali Meredith-Lacey
Mixed by: Ali Meredith-Lacey
Engineered by: Ali Meredith-Lacey
Mastered by: Jeff Lipton and Maria Rice at Peerless Mastering

Depth above,
suddenly, stubbornly fold,
amateur,
smother me, let it hold.

Oh, our rivalry, young,
oh, a tide on your tongue,
hide in it all.

A blurry bruise,
I was brotherly, motherly through,
a callous youth,
what a way to lose
all of you.

I can't get rid of your blood,
but I can't let go of your love.

Writers: Ali Meredith-Lacey, Ed Tullett
Produced by: Ali Meredith-Lacey
Mixed by: Ali Meredith-Lacey
Engineered by: Ali Meredith-Lacey
Mastered by: Jeff Lipton and Maria Rice at Peerless Mastering

Howl, caught in the open,
down, it’s bleak and it’s sobering.
Flower, bloom in the broken,
cower, doped to recovering.

Grow crown and suffer,
you stole, you stole
in featherweight.

Sold, bought all your smokescreen,
fold, you were all coupling.
Told, a daughter to love me,
hold, still you’re in all things,

and I see your body,
and I’ll tease you slowly.

Bring an ocean down,

I need it, you bordered out.

Writer: Ali Meredith-Lacey
Produced by: Ali Meredith-Lacey
Mixed by: Ali Meredith-Lacey
Engineered by: Ali Meredith-Lacey
Mastered by: Jeff Lipton and Maria Rice at Peerless Mastering

Quiet soul, holy,
dye it all, rosary,

and I break,
awake me, I break
away, allay me, I break,
awake, awake me, I break
away, allay me, I break.

Higher soul, hire soul, bravery,
tighter hold, tie it all over me.

With a simple word, honour me, open up,
with a sinful word, widow me, sober up.

Writer: Ali Meredith-Lacey
Produced by: Ali Meredith-Lacey
Mixed by: Ali Meredith-Lacey
Engineered by: Ali Meredith-Lacey
Mastered by: Jeff Lipton and Maria Rice at Peerless Mastering

Are you part of me? Let it grow.
Did your body leak? Let it grow.
Can we all agree? Let it go.
Can we call it even? Let it go.

Were you caught out when I fought our name? Let it go.

Anatome.

Blood in your mouth,
a full pool of health, you let it grow.
Don't be 'yourself',
be 'someone else', and let it grow.

Oh brother, will you cut it out?

Writers: Ali Meredith-Lacey, Ed Tullett
Produced by: Ali Meredith-Lacey
Mixed by: Ali Meredith-Lacey
Engineered by: Ali Meredith-Lacey
Mastered by: Jeff Lipton and Maria Rice at Peerless Mastering

Hold all in your holdall,
bring your foal.
Cold shawl, near swallow
skin and soul.
All preying on your old scrawl
of your front crawl, on your bone.
Oh, painted on your own wall
in an oval, ring your goal.

All your love overgrown,
all your body undersold,
all above, all your waiting coming home.

Hollow all your arrows,
all aglow.
Follow, you’re Apollo,
us below,
all praying in your
shallows, I’ll hallow,
overflow,
oh, scaling all your shadows
to your marrow,
to atone.

Writers: Ali Meredith-Lacey, Ed Tullett
Produced by: Ali Meredith-Lacey
Mixed by: Ali Meredith-Lacey
Engineered by: Ali Meredith-Lacey
Mastered by: Jeff Lipton and Maria Rice at Peerless Mastering

Ovaled arrow,
ovaled dancer eyes.

Towered, fever,
towered inner thighs.

Dear, lacquer,
dear, conjure rooms.

Glisten, sober,
glisten, foster womb.

Honestly, fake,
honestly, wake,
but honestly, no one is calling your name.

Writers: Ali Meredith-Lacey, Ed Tullett
Produced by: Ali Meredith-Lacey
Mixed by: Ali Meredith-Lacey
Engineered by: Ali Meredith-Lacey
Mastered by: Jeff Lipton and Maria Rice at Peerless Mastering

Catapulted,
finally made to go,
parabolic,
fighting a stranglehold.

Tear me from it,
fears were manifold,
terraform it,
I was an embryo.

It might be a little while, but
maybe we’ll realign soon,
made to reassign, but
find me a little time too.

Half euphoric,
fixing the ratios,
teleport me,
pushing the envelope.

All ironic,
given the way she slowed,
you’re iconic,
given the way you froze.

Call me out,
stay platonic,
I’ll find a chaperone…

…wait around,
forget mnemonics,
I’ll regret it years ago.

Spare me all the ceremony,
dialling in all your pheromones,
to cite a life in histrionics!
The way you left was apropos.

Writers: Ali Meredith-Lacey, Ed Tullett
Produced by: Ali Meredith-Lacey
Mixed by: Ali Meredith-Lacey
Engineered by: Ali Meredith-Lacey
Mastered by: Jeff Lipton and Maria Rice at Peerless Mastering

I couldn’t wait for no man,
divided your face in freehand, because

there’s context in our love.

Riding away on horseback,
carving a name, the romance had gone.

Rolled on your instep,
firing in ways that I won’t.
Hiding your waist and
probably placed that I don’t.

Oh, there’s contact.