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Ballad of Tuesday Adams
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The possible lovechild of Ella Fitzgerald, Tori Amos and Vince Clark, Casee has been writing music for roughly four years now, after several years singing professionally on the cabaret circuit in London. She's a self taught pianist and vocalist, who is currently also trying to teach herself guitar as it's more portable than a piano... she has appeared on BBC Radio York, is only two degrees of musical separation from KT Tunstall (having supported KT Tunstall's support act Jess Gardham at York Pride last year) and was a triple semifinalist on the UK Songwriting Contest in 2008. She loves random challenges, and two years running has completed the challenge to write 14 songs in 28 days for February Album Writing Month, with topics as diverse as string, zombies, dingoes, whether Tim Burton's cows are normal, and kittens, as well as the usual girl-with-piano fare. For more information about her, to hear more of her work, join her mailing list or just to see what she's up to, please take a trip to http://www.caseewilson.co.uk - kettle's on! Also, she does blog, so check it out for liner notes, biography information and general witterings about the perils of the music industry.
Song Info
Genre
Pop Indie Pop
Charts
Peak #843
Peak in subgenre #106
Author
Casee Wilson
Rights
Casee Wilson
Uploaded
May 17, 2009
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MP3
MP3 3.9 MB 160 kbps 3:24
Story behind the song
Inspired by the tragic story of the murder of Sophie Lancaster. Lest we forget.
Lyrics
Tuesday was a strange girl She walked the streets in rags in pearls Snips and snails, and puppy dog tails She doesn't live here anymore They said she was crazy With inked up skin and wild eyes Spiders and snakes, the town's mistake She doesn't live here anymore She was their martyr, the bruise upon their skin She let them surround her but never let them in One day she went walking They found her half a mile from town Looked for a way to make her pay She cannot live here anymore They never found her body The press called it "a tragedy" Life moved on, but she was gone She'll never live here anymore She was their scapegoat, they bought her at a price She was their martyr, their bloody sacrifice
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