Last Decade of Love

by Tsarzi

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1.
Egomaniac 02:45
You’re a machine, I don’t know where to start. No doubt about it, you’re a real piece of art. Dressed up to the nines but you’re falling apart. Every guy in the room takes a stab at your heart. Turbo charged running at your peak You could make the headlines any day of the week: Sensational news every time that you speak I’m starting to lose my grip on your reality. And maybe baby I’m just jealous cos you’re So damn likeable, totally indescribable. And maybe baby I’m just frightened cos you’re Taking me somewhere I’ve never been before: And that’s the Sovereign Republic of You. Cos you’re an Egomaniac, you’re an Ego- Ego- Maniac and you don’t give a damn about Anything that isn’t explicitly implicitly exclusively to do with You You Egomaniac, you’re an Ego- Ego- Maniac and you don’t give a damn about Anything that isn’t explicitly implicitly exclusively to do with You And maybe baby I’m just jealous cos you’re So damn likeable, totally indescribable. And maybe baby I’m just frightened cos you’re Taking me somewhere I’ve never been before: And that’s the Sovereign Republic of You. Cos you’re an Egomaniac, you’re an Ego- Ego- Maniac and you don’t give a damn about Anything that isn’t explicitly implicitly exclusively to do with You You Egomaniac.
2.
You don’t like films as much as I do You don’t like books as much as I do But you like me – that’s what you tell me, anyway. You only like your old records and your songbooks That you play from every day – playing your Same old Same old Same old Same old Songs You play your Same old Same old Same old Same old Songs But you don’t play for me – not anymore, not anymore. Sitting on the floor of your old attic room with the Draught through the door and the light coming in through the Skylight, blue skies thinking skylight Head in the clouds. Needle sticks on a rut in the groove and You jump up to nurse it back to health like a Sick hedgehog that only you can heal. Things my father used to say like: Music is an international language. I never knew what he meant. But we play records every day And still run out of things to say. And in spite of diligent hours of practice I still don’t speak You very well. And you just play your Same old Same old Same old Same old Songs You play your Same old Same old Same old Same old Songs But not for me anymore I could be anyone You just want the crowd, now. And it’s months now since we sat on your Cold attic floor listening to your old records Like a scene from a bad indie movie. You are a bad indie movie, You are a bad indie movie, Movie, movie, movie, Movie, movie, Movie… You don’t like films as much as I do You don’t like books as much as I do But you like me – that’s what you tell me, anyway.
3.
Wait by the phone and be in when I call Reading your Radio Times I don’t want to leave a message again On the answer machine, for your father to find. I’ll tell you to meet me at 10 Down by the reservoir And our story can end So make sure there’s space on the VHS cassette And press record on the last decade of love. I’m sorry my darling I know you wanted to see that programme so badly I’m sorry my darling But tonight will be a dream they can’t show on TV Your father is watching his nature documentaries Your mother is minding her own Will they notice if you go for a minute, for a lifetime From this lost place they make you call home I’m sorry my darling I know you had so many hopes and dreams But I dream too – of you Drifting in a bath of avocado green Your father is watching his nature documentaries Your mother is minding her own Will they notice if you go for a minute, for a lifetime From this lost place they make you call home I’m sorry my darling I know you had so many hopes and dreams I’m sorry my darling But tonight will be a dream they can’t show on TV So make sure there’s space on the VHS cassette And press record on the last decade of love. So make sure there’s space on the VHS cassette And press record And close the door On the last decade of love.
4.
Ornaments 03:07
You have made a sanctuary Of Etiquette and Propriety And places not to stand On the carpets With your shoes on And surfaces that must be wiped microscopically At every touch of human hand. And you are so proud of all your things And you are so loud in your meticulous opinions On how to better run the country Though you barely ever ever go out anymore You just stay in Collecting ornaments that nobody likes But you keep dusting, and dusting. Ornaments that nobody likes But you keep dusting. And there are Rules and there are Regulations That you uphold with the rigour of a general Going into war Though you barely ever ever have guests anymore Not anymore. And you are so proud of all your Things And you are so loud in your Eloquently documented views on how Everyone else is wrong while you are right: You are always right. And you are so old now. And your sight is diminished To the narrowest point of view That keeps you safe and sounf In the house Collecting ornaments that nobody likes But you keep dusting, and dusting. Ornaments that nobody likes But you keep dusting. Nobody likes your ornaments Nobody likes your ornaments Nobody likes, nobody likes Nobody likes your ornaments Nobody likes them. Dust away the touch of human contamination. Dust, dust (dust)
5.
Let’s go down to the sea It’s been so long since you left me That I have cried all the tears from my eyes So let’s go down to the sea. Battered old promenade, going nowhere fast now – And the cracked chapped peeling paintwork on shop windows You only remember from holidays Bathed in rain and heartache And card games in the evening. And buckets and spades cost four pounds fifty nowadays – Do you remember when they used to be a pound? Well no one remembers that really But no one wants to forget. Get yer glad rags on for the evening. And there’s a man on the pier, sing you any song From the last twenty years – As long as it’s the Fairytale of New York. And nothing grows here now but Tracksuits and remorse. Plant a rose for England’s dying shore. Lazy days lost to slot machine dreaming Stained chinos rolled up with meaning. And you were a postcard someone left on the sand Red wine and soda hand in hand. And you were the deckchair colonnade Left out to rot in the wind and the storm and the waves. And Arcadia calls and the seagulls howl And the scum, and the scum collects in your shoes And the mermaids, they are singing now – Do they sing to you? Do they sing? Do they sing to you too? Let’s go down to the sea It’s been so long since you left me That I have cried all the tears from my eyes And no one comes here anymore, No one comes here anymore. So let’s go down Will you follow me down To the sea?
6.
Interlude 02:29
Maybe this time will be different Maybe this time it won’t hurt so badly And the pain of all the past last chance lost Hopes will go away. As long as this one stays You can be happy Until it’s time (there’s always time) To do it all over again. Maybe this time will be different, will be better And maybe this time it won’t hurt so badly And the pain of all the past last chance lost Hopes will go away You’ll be made better by the balm You can be whole again in his arms As long as he stays Will this one stay? Maybe this time Maybe this one. Maybe this time will be different, will be better And maybe this time it won’t hurt so badly And maybe this one will be The one to make everything right Who will love you Forever, and ever and ever and ever and ever And never stop to let you down - And if not You can just start To do it all over again And try, and try and try and try You can try and try and try and try and try You can only try.
7.
I am an anagram, you are an anagram I am an anagram, you are an anagram I am an anagram, you are an anagram I am an anagram, you are an anagram I am an anagram. Mr Cryptic Crossword Mr Cryptic Crossword And seventeen down looks like fun But in fact it is the Kings of England The Kings of England. And you decipher all the clues. Ordinary conversation is too Good for you, too good for you. Mr Cryptic Crossword Mr Cryptic Crossword And in the pilfered guts of the Eviscerated dictionary Your practice augury Your augury. You are a prophet of paper squares You only speak in tongues, in tonguessssssssssss Mr Cryptic Crossword Mr Cryptic Crossword And in that treasure horde Of contorted words Is there any space for meaning Is there any space for me? Thirteen cardinals chasing through the Sistine Chapel painted in the Ministries of Zoroastra In an old department store. And my first is in unbroken Amatory remonstrances, Fifteen bells to make a dozen Dancing on the kitchen floor. Are we there yet? Do you give up yet? Two makes three makes Pretty girls all in a row. All your promises Were coded goodbyes. Obfuscation, fuscation. All I wanted Was to see The clues And construe The world With you.
8.
Dream Of Me 04:34
Do you ever dream of me Lying between the sheets Some other body beside you Well known by necessity. Do you ever dream of me As I do of you Your hands, your heart Your blood-warm heart. And we could meet One of these days If only to speak In espresso platitudes Drown out the sound of ‘what if?’ Do you ever dream of me Lying between the sheets Beside the one soft body You have sworn allegiance to. Impossible to extricate yourself From a life you have chosen by degrees Sleepwalking into unintentional —- catastrophe. And we could meet And never talk about All the things We said that we would do You could tell me What your wife is up to these days And your children whose names I have already forgotten. Watch these loves thrive and diminish, Thrive and diminish Thrive and diminish, and diminish. But you have not fastened your soul You have not fastened your soul You have not fastened your soul To me And the wallpaper is crawling with regrets As you pin up your daughter’s drawing on the fridge And your wife, your lover, your love Sleeps uneasy. Watch these loves thrive and diminish, Thrive and diminish Thrive and diminish, and diminish.
9.
Glory Days 04:33
A ruined castle stands by the sea Waiting for the glory days to come again And we went walking one weekend, Away from the battles of the people We’re supposed to understand. And you seemed happier than me. You told me how you wished that you could See it in its glory days, that ruined castle By the sea. And as we walked we argued over vague histories That neither of us knew the first two things about But still we fought on ancient stones And you supposed that in between All of the bloody wars, there must have been Some centuries of peace But I could not agree. History looked different to us: I saw battlements of dust, I saw lives born to be lost But you saw serenity. Nothing can hurt you now Nothing can hurt you now Nothing can hurt you now And nothing will come from nothing, now. And we don’t talk so much these days I heard that you were thinking of moving away Somewhere new. And I remember the philosopher That you liked to quote from: He said that pain is just a symptom Of a sentimental mind. Happiness comes easily to you Onto better and to brighter things And always something new But you remain my ruined castle By the sea. Nothing can hurt you now Nothing can hurt you now Nothing can hurt you now And nothing will come from nothing, now.
10.
If I could have had anyone, it would have been you It would have been you If I could have been anyone, it would have been you It would have been you I have been locked in this stupid personality all my life All my life And you are the only reality I would happily Inhabit And the fact that I am destined to die Doesn’t bother me in the slightest. Smash my bones into meteorite dust I am done, yes I am done. But the fact that you will be gone as well Is there anything more hateful To prove the world is going to hell? How could the universe destroy something As beautiful as you as you as you (REPRISE) If I could have had anyone, it would have been you It would have been you If I could have been anyone, it would have been you It would have been you I have been locked in this stupid personality all my life All my life And you are the only reality I would happily Inhabit How could the universe destroy something As beautiful as you as you as you

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Last Decade of Love is the debut album from eccentric pop artist Tsarzi. Darkly funny and uniquely unpredictable, it is a collection of tales of odd characters and romances gone wrong.

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released September 7, 2018

All songs written and performed by Sarah Sharp.

Vocals, piano, guitar, violin, fun machine – Sarah Sharp
Drums & percussion, guitar – James Fosberry
Synth – Jon Willmer
Bass – Tim Knowles
Cello – Ben Eckersley
Drums (Egomaniac) – Brian Bestall
Accordion (Glory Days) – Tom Hardy

Recorded and produced by James Fosberry at BigDog Studios and Nort Tron at EPIC Head studios.
Live piano recorded by Martin Smith at MU Studios.

Mixed and mastered by James Fosberry at BigDog Studios.

Thank you to the many people who have made this album possible – and to New York, London & Sheffield for being part of the story so far.

Cover design by Alex Birks. Photo credit Hamish Saks.

© Sarah Sharp 2018

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