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Tin God (the Fucked Song)
© Penelope Swales

You seem to have some cosy thought
That is I saw your point of view
That I would say it’s all okay
Bless your forehead and absolve you
You seem to think that I’ve got nothing
Better to do
That to kiss your arse after all the crap you’ve put me through

O, poor baby, how you’ve suffered over me
For three long years you’ve made me
The brunt of all your fantasies
How irritating, how frustrating
This relationship has been
Coz you couldn’t make me be the one
You thought that I should be

And don’t go thinking I don’t think
That what you’ve done is fucked
I think it’s fucked
I think it’s really fucked
And don’t go raisin’ your nose sayin’
I don’t understand
I understand
But I still think it’s fucked
Don’t you understand that I understand
And I still think it’s fucked
Yeah

But you’ve been looking for the big one
You’ve been looking out for number one
Every love that comes your way
You’re trying to elevate it
Artificially inflate it
To some legendary status
But no-one’s gonna love you – not like you do!
Why should they?
If they don’t get no joy out of you
And if the love you’re looking for
Ever comes your way
You might find that you can’t have it
Unless you abdicate

You make a god of your own desires
Just coz you want it doesn’t make it right
I think you’d be well advised
To pay some thought to what gives love its light.
Just a little bit to what you might give
Instead of being so preoccupied
With all these things to which
You’ve got it in your head that you’re so entitled
Such a disappointment I have been to you, it’s true
But in spite of your love for me
I really have loved you

And you don’t seem to understand
Why I don’t wanna be your friend
Why all your justifications
Have led me to this bitter end
Why I’m not sure I’d ever wanna
Come near you again
Coz there’s just no way I can condone
Your version of events

And my bed is no place for the faint-hearted, honey
And I hate to be so honest
But you never even started to be brave enough, darlin
So although I know your motivations
I can’t play along
Coz you’re not the deity
You wanna be to me
No matter how you carry on

And don’t go thinking I don’t think
That what you’ve done is fucked
I think it’s fucked
I think it’s really fucked
And don’t go raisin’ your nose sayin’
I don’t understand
I understand
But I still think it’s fucked
Don’t you understand that I understand
And I still think it’s fucked
And don’t go wringin’ your hands thinkin’
I don’t feel for you
Sweetheart, I do
Sweetheart I really do
But don’t you understand that I understand
And I still think it’s fucked

That you make a god of your own desires
Wantin’ somethin’ don’t make it right
I think you’d be so well advised
To pay some thought to what gives love its light.
Just a little bit to what you might give
Instead of being so damn preoccupied
With all these things to which
You’ve got it in your head that you’re so entitled
Such a disappointment I have been to you, it’s true
But in spite of your love for me
I really have loved you
Ah---------

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from 'Archive': Demos, Out​-​takes and One​-​offs 1995​-​2000, released January 7, 2001
Vocals, guitar, stomp box - Penelope Swales

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Penelope Swales Boolarra, Australia

Penelope Swales has been articulating the human condition with passion and humour for 30+ years. She sings about politics, love, friendship, the unbreakable bond between us and dogs and the impact of the Internet on society. She won the 2019 Alistair Hulett Songs for Social Justice Award with “Cambridge Analytica”. “The Ides of March in Christchurch" was short-listed for the same award in 2020. ... more

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