LOVE OF THE TIGER

I Thought That You Were Kidding I thought that you were kidding When you looked in my eyes And you said that I look Just like a kid in that dress Did you really mean it I saw where you were leading And you laughed as I blushed As I said that I thought That you were kidding Did you really mean it Slowly Feel as though my knees are being turned to steel I wanna know if you just shoot to kill Or hungry Hold me I wanna know if what you say is real Or are you kidding You know girl when I saw you there Just outside the venue It got me so excited I couldn't look at the menu All my friends were like "Jesus what's the matter with her" As they ordered wine and cheeses I continued to stare you know I'm not the kind of girl to lose my control Don't like to stay out late at parties wanna know where my heart is Turned around, there you were Talking loud by the stairs Could've died there and then when you wiggled your hair it wasn't fair The way you kept on acting so cool You took me to your workshop you showed me your tools What a fool I was to think it's something that counts You know I've been with some girls they mostly were cunts It doesn't matter you know it's just the way the cookie crumbles When somebody's drowning all you see is the bubbles Life is short, all we got is some spare nights to bid in I only wanna know, cause I thought Slowly Feel as though my knees are being turned to steel I wanna know if you just shoot to kill Or hungry Hold me I wanna know if what you say is real Or are you kidding I thought that you were kidding Telling me you could see All those things in my eyes Say did you mean it I thought that you were kidding You said we'd have a kid in Just a couple of years With my eyes and your hand It touched me somewhere Did you really mean it I thought that you were kidding Melody Finally dippin' in the dip of your soul Chicken in a bread and in my mouth Naked everyday I’m diggin' you so Make it easy with a fridge and a bowl Shakin' in the belly my love Found a nylon island deep in your soul Babe you’re all I’ve been thinking of Tryna give it to me Your eyes your hands Your melody Babe you’re all I’ve been listening to Keep on nippin’ it please And time goes quickly when you’re near Father was a mother Mother was another Brother was alone as we were sittin’ with each other Babe you’re all I’ve been thinking of Tryna give it to me Your eyes your hands Your melody Babe you’re all I’ve been listening to Keep on nippin’ it please And time goes quickly when you’re near It may be wise It made me free And maybe if you call her Melody Love Of The Tiger My dog is not really barking My door is not really open We all got to keep our marks In every glass there’s sharks Waiting for us to gulp them My car is not really parking My lesson’s not really over If only she turns around We could be bedroom bound I would have loved to love her She’s innocent as obsession Obscene as a wildwood flower If only I had the tongue We could have talked for hours My car is not really parking My lesson’s not really over If only she turns around We could be bedroom bound I would have loved to love her My car is not really parking My lesson’s not really over If only she turns around We could be bedroom bound I would have loved to love her My dog is not really barking My door is not really open We all got to keep our marks In every glass there’s sharks Waiting for us to gulp them Sylvia (lost her sense of being a woman) Sylvia lost her sense of being a woman Sylvia lost her sense of being a woman From now on it only gets better Sylvia lost her sense of being a woman All of her defenses so interwoven From now on it only gets better Sylvia saw no sense in keeping her beauty All of the demand went down with her booty From now on it only gets better Such a shame you really should have met her Sylvia lost her sense of being a woman Says that life begins as soon as the womb ends From now on it really don't matter From now on it only gets better Showgirls Some girls They’re not taking it the right way They won’t say it in the open Wouldn't want them as a house made Some girls Never show what really happens They got other kinds of weapons They would steal all the steel they can find Tell me Do you really think we should be staying here Do you really think it would leave stains dear Would you like to try it anyway Showgirls They don’t make them like they used to Wouldn’t make it to the crossroads They don’t care about it anyway Trudy Used to meet her by the ferry She was always truth or daring me I hope she made it to the subway Tell me Shall I put it down for you in writing Can you bet a horse when you are riding And you’re all by yourself Famished Guess I should have come here in the first place Guess I could have stopped you on the first base But the thirst got as worse as they come Some girls They don’t take it in the right way They won’t say it in the open I don’t care about them anyway Skinny Skinny She's so skinny She used to be a fat little girl Screaming She just won't see me She's looking at the whole wide world She goes streaming Seasons ought to turn by now You imagine anyhow She is shameless in her dreams Did I really want to see the show Don't you want to have a go at it at times Skinny She's so skinny She used to be a fat little girl Screaming She just won't see me She's looking at the whole wide world She used to be a fat little girl She used to be a fat little girl She used to be a fat little girl Smooth Talkin' Con-Man Smooth talking, soft spoken Con-man Smooth talking, soft spoken Con-man You stole all of my love Then you washed me off your hands Smooth walking, hip swinging Con-man Smooth walking, hip swinging Con-man Your words were well reversed lies You make me change my mind Smooth talking, fast workin’ Con-man Smooth talking, fast workin’ Con-man You spoiled all I ever had Then you said that I was bad Fast talker, slick spoken Con-man Fast talker, slick spoken Con-man You taught me all you even knew Now I’m smooth talking swinging too Smooth talkin’, smooth walkin’ soft spoken, slick workin’ hip swinging, fast talkin’ too About Patricia Everytime I’m paging down my memory Just before I’m headed to bed I somehow always linger round Patricia D Maybe it was something she said Don’t know where she picked up her astronomy Asking always makes her upset I don’t know why she always dressed in front of me Maybe it was something she read All she learned in school was how to chew on all the money could buy Every boy she knew always lost a screw saying goodbye Wonder if she ever gets to looking back I don’t know if her hair is still red She never liked my jokings about heartaches Maybe it was something she had Maybe it was something she had Come To Me (I can't come to you) Baby you can smell the fresh pastry inside Baby you can tell that you never can hide You know it's true You gotta come to me I can't come to you Before the night is through Baby there's a place where the sun never shines Baby you dig hills but you never saw mines I think it’s time You know it true You gotta come to me I can't come to you You know I rarely do כל השירים נכתבו ע״י דידה פלד וימי ויסלר *Melody ע״ דידה פלד, ימי ויסלר, רועי קידר וKNWLDG Smooth Talkin Con-Man by Mistress Mary* הופק ע״י דידה פלד, אנדרו פורמן ופיליפ ווינרוב. הקלטה ומיקס: פיליפ ווינרוב. מאסטר: ג׳וש בונאטי צילום עטיפה: מיכל חלבין עיצוב עטיפה: מיילס ג׳ונסון All songs written by Dida Pelled and Yammi Wisler *Melody by Dida Pelled, Yammi Wisler Roi Keidar and KNWLDG *Con-Man by Mary Afton (Mistress Mary) Produced by Dida Pelled, Andrew Forman and Philip Weinrobe Engineered and mixed by Philip Weinrobe at Spillway Sound (Catskills) and Rivington 66, New York. *additional recordings at Dida’s apartment in Brooklyn, Andrew Forman’s house in Jersey City, Guy Paz’s room in Bushwick, and an AirBnb in Berlin. *Melody mix by Elton “L10mixedit” Chueng Additional Mixing: Andrew Forman Executive Producer: Eli Crews Mastered by Josh Bonati / Bonati Mastering Cover art photo by Michal Chelbin Cover art design: Miles Johnson Dida Pelled- vocals, b.vox, acoustic guitar, electric guitar, nylon guitar, drum programming, percussion, moog, synths Andrew Forman- electric Guitar, piano, synths, percussion, b.vox, bass Guy Paz- drums, percussion, b.vox, analog drum machine Philip Weinrobe- e. bass (on “Come To Me”, “I Thought That You Were Kidding”, “About Patricia”,”Skinny”, moog Kyle Miles- bass on “Melody” and “Showgirls” Daryl Jones (Sweet Joseph)- bass on “Smooth Talkin’ Con-Man” Ian Kenselaar - upright bass on “Sylvia (lost her sense of being a woman)” Mat Davidson- pedal steel, violin, flute, vocals on “Come To Me (I can’t come to you)” Carrie Frey- viola on “Skinny” צילום: Shervin Lainez הורד צילום תמונת עטיפה: מיכל חלבין הורד מופע הוצאת אלבום בניו יורק ב7 ביולי SULTAN ROOM ROOFTOP https://link.dice.fm/OuSDK9GYLqb בהמשך גם בישראל לפרטים נוספים: didapelled@gmail.com Instagram YouTube Facebook Website more... Dida Pelled Sylvia 3:18