Deal With Your Disenchantment

by Nicole Skeltys

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A 21st century woman's response to Dylan's classic albums from '60s/ early '70s. All original material.

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released June 1, 2018

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Nicole Skeltys London, UK

Nicole Skeltys has released 12 albums in styles ranging from electronica, psychedelia and folk rock. This page hosts her folk rock/folktronica output including with the Melbourne based Dust Revival Band and the London/ Los Angeles based The Disenchanted. Latest LP 'Deal With Your Disenchantment' is a 21st century woman's response to Dylan's classic albums of '60s/early 70s, all originals. ... more

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Track Name: She Never Quite Believed You
And you could turn a sneer into a snarl into a snare
For the heart
And though she knew deep down it was just art
She played her part.
You gasped
And slid your shouts down the old blues harp
Your words wrapped round like lace
A world seen better
From her covered face.

(CHORUS)
Well, her heart was torn in two
But nothing that a mountain or two
Couldn't have moved in you
Why bother with a straight delivery?
When the crooked walks got you lost
At so little personal cost
Well she never
Quite believed you.

She's shaking out her spare change and she’s
Throwing it
Into your beggars cup down
You didn't know what that meant
But you looked it up.
And you found it was a figure of speech long gone
And beckoned
On and on.

She followed like the Queen of Spades
And you tried to evade
The questions that she made
"Did you see me with my shades
pulled tight? Satin dress that didn't fit right
Bottle blonde on blonde for you tonight
Trembling hand next to yours as I drank and I
Saw right through you?

(CHORUS)
Well, her heart was torn in two
But nothing that a mountain or two
Couldn't have moved in you
Why bother with a straight delivery?
When the crooked walks got you lost
At so little personal cost
Well she never Quite believed you.

(HARMONICA BREAK – x2)

In Mexico, ah gentle soul
Mother Mary and a Barbie Doll
Then mystical disclaimer post¬bordello
And you shook out your change and you
Tried to pretend
The feeling was strange
But in the end
It was mutual.
The strokes on your face left her all alone
But the inspiration was second to none
You opened a window to a smash of sunshine
And opened another bottle of wine.

(CHORUS)
Well, her heart was torn in two
But nothing that a mountain or two
Couldn't have moved in you
Why bother with a straight delivery?
When the crooked walks got you lost
At so little personal cost
Well she never
Quite believed you.

Well, she's a widow now, and older than you'd care to imagine
As the wipers scrape down the horizon
You turn around, and there they are
Wife and children in the back of the car.
There's a carpark ahead that someone will understand
So you turn off for refreshments, just like a man.
But you didn't try for closer no matter what you said
You just lent into the mirror with a '50s slick ahead
And you parted
Your soul instead.

(CHORUS)
Well, her heart was torn in two
But nothing that a mountain or two
Couldn't have moved in you
Why bother with a straight delivery?
When the crooked walks got you lost
At so little personal cost
Well she never
Quite believed you.
Track Name: Deal With Your Disenchantment
Well I feel scared and I feel lost, and I feel anger too
But I just aint dumb enough to take it out on you
I guess you just ain't educated, I guess cos they closed the schools
I guess cos you voted for greatness, for those that were born to rule
Mexicans, Bulgarians, refugees in Nauru
If there's one thing you seem to be certain of, they ain't nothing like you
There are no simple solutions to your economic pain
But you deal with your disenchantment by finding someone to blame.

I saw 16 vestal virgins, just dying to be born
But on all the Starbucks laptops, the boys were watching porn
I saw the Thin White Duke, a ghost riding the rails
I saw one million weepers boarding ships that couldn't sail
I heard the roar of selfies, on Instant megaphones
I bent to hear a blade of grass, that swore it was alone
I saw them breathe in Windsor, in London watched them choke
They waved at disenchantment, I was trying to see the joke

The truthless Mayor's eyes mesmerised through photo opps designed
To slip down Twitter alleys while guns marched up behind
Men without conviction, started swarming everywhere
While the readers got addictions to comments in thin air
I heard the tolling bells, though the bell ringer's resigned
I heard 10,000 Voices singing nothing all in time
Saw White Helmets finding hands reaching through the rubble
Resisting disenchantment, they were asking for trouble

(HARMONICA BREAK)

A golden shower rained hard on power, a Trump card had been laid
While the jesters in the New York Times demanded to paid
Happy Birthday Mr President, from Russia with love
Big Brother’s on the moon and they want to shoot you from above
I met a homeless astronaut, who asked the way to Mars
I met a girl who faked a smile, and wondered who she was
Nails detailed, hairs in braids, and eyebrows that are threaded
It won’t deal with her disenchantment, but she’ll certainly look better.

The Masters of War, danced to Grime Core, and they'd take your life without asking
Religious sheriffs spilled blood in the streets, but no-one's beliefs were the problem
'Je Suis Charlie', said the clown in her tweet, while Boko Harim stole her daughter
There's a corporation that will celebrate you, if you sing in a prostitute mannner
So you didn't get the sex to which you were rightfully heir?
Just deal with your disenchantment, grow up and get out of here.
Track Name: God Kills Someone Everyday
God Kills Someone Every Day
I've got a hole in my gut, a scar on my breast,
A rip in my heart, a flat in my tyre
Lord, what did I do to disrespect you?
Make you so mad, bring down your ire?
I've kept myself alive to the tune of the hive
Kept my nose completely to the grind
But now my days are reeling, because I’ve got this feeling
That my faith is about to rewind

(CHORUS)
Well I hear my conscience say
You got it good,
So what if you hurt?
Oh, so you should
Nothing's so sweet it can't be swept away
Don’t you know God kills someone every day?

There was no way around the heartache highway
No exit ramps to be found
Just miles and miles of solo driving
Till I got to lonely town.
I heard there was a place of honour and respect
Where men make love to women, but I haven’t been there yet
I’ll be the first to buy a ticket if it came on the internet.

(Harmonica solo)

Then I felt His hand upon my shoulder
I knew, yes I knew I was old, getting older
There’s truckers to whom I must give way
Pull over, take the exit off the cosmic highway.

You didn’t come to see me Angel Gabe
But I gave birth to Jesus anyway
I still take it personal, though I hear the angels say
You know God kills someone everyday?

(CHORUS)
Well I hear my conscience say
You got it good,
So what if you hurt?
Oh, so you should
Nothing's so sweet it can't be swept away
Don’t you know God kills someone every day?
Track Name: Old Enough To Be Your Mother
(CHORUS)
I’m old enough to be your mother
I sure would like to be your lover
But I have got to face reality
When I’m fifty nine
You’ll be in your prime
And you’ll be leaving me for your own kind.


We like the same bands
And we like the same cult films
And when we go out dancin’
We even like to take the same pills

You take my hand and flatter me
You make me feel so young
A love to last is what I need
But you just want to have fun


(CHORUS)
I’m old enough to be your mother
I sure would like to be your lover
But I have got to face reality
When I’m fifty nine
You’ll be in your prime
And you’ll be leaving me for your own kind.


I was watching my papa die
When you was learning how to drive
And love cannot abridge
What time divides.

So lets stop this foolish dreamin’
In such innocence begun
If I’m old enough to be your mother
Then you’re young enough to be my son!

(BREAK)

(CHORUS)
I’m old enough to be your mother
I sure would like to be your lover
But I have got to face reality
When I’m fifty nine
You’ll be in your prime
And you’ll be leaving me for your own kind.
Track Name: Tattered Skirt Girl
With your patterned knowledge of the past,
And the paisleys, stars and stripes
The struggles that entwined them
Printed artfully over white

Hung in your coffee bars
Your loft distressed walls,
Their politics kinda bores you
But the clothes suit you most of all.


(CHORUS)
All you wanted was a
A place in the world
Your flag to unfurl
As a tattered skirt girl.

You recited your swipes
On Tinder by rote
You stretched out your body
On that big wide digital slope

That morning a pensioner
Asked “How’d you vote?”
You nodded for an answer
As your headphones kept you remote


(CHORUS)
All you wanted was a
A place in the world
Your flag to unfurl
As a tattered skirt girl.

Last night’s Uber ride
You wept into your change
And vowed to hunt down all your friends
Who’d escaped the rifle range

Of self-interrogation.
While the troops you needed fast
Were screaming words their kings
Had teleprompted to the last.


(HARMONICA BREAK)

From the CNN desks
From the pay on demand
They lay back and think of you
On Arabian sands
It’s a quite a flattering experience
It’s an imaginary deliverance
White or black, covered or displayed
It’s you they want to lay

(CHORUS)
Pointing at you with their
Finger twirls
The stenciled street suburbs
All yours, tattered skirt girl.

Outro
Track Name: Mr Television Man
(CHORUS)
She heard there was a problem in the
Execution of
A loophole in existence she’d not heard of
That’s where they went, her childhood friends
The men she dreamed of
She saw them all upon the television.
The television

Television way back then was tea-time for her soul
Though the seconds now have stole
Replaced the young with old
And what a Prince foretold
Is surely
Catching up with her.


An arm was flung across her head, upon a chenille bed
The police had lately said
That her Pa was dead
The sun looped round but never found
Just where her gaze left off
Was it on the jewelry box?
Or the plastic rearing horse?
A gift from an Aunt of course
Who didn’t understand where
Destiny shattered.


(CHORUS)
She heard there was a problem in the
Execution of
A loophole in existence she’d not heard of
That’s where they went, her childhood friends
The men she dreamed of
She saw them all upon the television.
The television


Plasma rays gilded the days, of slowly sinking beams
Through tousled hair daydreams
They would repeat, it seems
The earnest sci-fi scenes
The spacecraft in green screen
Blake was murdered first
Now feelings in reverse
So helpfully rehearsed
The end felt more familiar than the start of it.

Mascared eyes blinked down from Mars and
She loved him the most
He played piano ghost
She believed him most
Ziggy Stardust boast
On a saxophone afloat
Believed in him more than
Broken fingernails and diaphragms
Setting sail for the Sons of Oblivion.

Past August holiday ferris wheels
Down candy floss crossed childhood deals
Through Moms that tugged at slipping heels
Protecting what they feel
From sons that couldn’t deal
With anything too real
That’s where they’ve come from
And that’s where they’re going to.

(CHORUS)
She heard there was a problem in the
Execution of
A loophole in existence she’d not heard of
That’s where they went, her childhood friends
The men she dreamed of
She saw them all upon the television.
The television


That’s what she saw, inside a hand, clasped
Round a passing phase
Of Spock inside a haze
Of Technicolour glaze
Her mind could not erase
That year’s transported days
No lover’s eyes replayed
Those distant scratched up rays
From cathode tube displays
Of actor’s salad days
They meant what they could not say
Inside every piercing gaze
Though she longed for men
She got a sense of humour.


(CHORUS)
She heard there was a problem in the execution of
A loophole in existence she’d not heard of
That’s where they went, her childhood friends
The men she dreamed of
She saw them all upon the television
And though they’ve gone they live within her vision
Her television
Track Name: Desolation Row (Updated)
Desolation Row (Updated)

Well, David, he was a cheater
And Stephan was an only child
With Pete we made the most of it
Like marriage for a while.

 Love was fabulous catastrophes
Like bowling balls rolled slow
Now off the hook, the phones lie down
On Desolation Row

He was a father in the laundromat
Who fed machines with dimes
Then lent back in the plastic chair
And texted to his wife

The heavy eyelids lifted
And threw me a direct gaze
Sweet brown shoulders, long black hair
Statement T-shirt from far off days.

Time had pulled those years away
But love swept him ashore
And I wondered why every man I met
Apparently needed more.

It’s disappointing how laddered stockings
Even now, just grow and grow
And you don’t know the half of it
On Desolation Row.

Predatory attitudes
Were apparently all the rage
They wanted to see just what you’d do
When you were put into a cage.

Celebrities now in prison
Doesn’t seem completely fair
When sex had no rhyme or reason
And step-fathers cruelly brushed your hair.

Well, I hear they like Adele
Nice pitter patter on the ears
I hear they like Ed Sheeran
A reliable way to hear.

I guess from Tin Pan Alley,
The lover birds have flown
At 3.00 am, would I lie to you?
From Desolation Row.

There’s perspective that I’m twisting for
Inside a kaleidoscope
A view of life that makes sense to me
With one who’ll help me cope

But apparently that ain’t meant to be
And I’m flipping these thoughts alone
The nights run down then wake me up
On Desolation Row.

It’s the lottery of truth
And she wants to gamble it all
She’s leaning out the window
Sees Off  Licence in the dawn
Grabs her jacket and her phone
Sees a billion ports of call
Then slips it in her pocket
Opens door, then leaves it all.

It’s a funny old coincidence
That you’re hearing what she’s saying now
When you were late into the office
Followed by that teenage pout.

It’s a crime, but who is the criminal?
They look the same, don’t you know
The line-up is accusing you
On Desolation Row.
Track Name: Can I Have Your Autograph?
Dear John the musical vineyard in which you toil
Makes you unique in your vision, an artist royal
They say you’re the ultimate beatnik, you know where its at
In your psychedelic clockhouse self-drawn believer hat

Mr John Norman, while your thoughts are formin
Can I have your autograph?

Mike Puleston entered then like he’d never left
After 40 years of protest the man had scarcely slept
He is a friend to the poor, making justice into law
And he knew Bob Brown and he’s an eco-polymath

Mr Mike Puleston, there’s no foolin’
Can I have your autograph?

Nick Meyers’ Super-8 witnessed all he’d seen
1970s, marine biologists dreams
No-one could match his style
In weaving, cleaving, tenderly trapping scenes

Mr Nick Myers love your film pliers
Can I have your autograph?

BREAK

Stardrops and tearlights ran down her cheeks
When all the leading men they all agreed to meet
They hailed a cab and off they went, each making history
And she Xeroxed all their stories and shared them on the street.

Integrity, vision, kindness’ where its at
We love the gentle people, we want your autograph
Integrity, vision, kindness’ where its at
We love the gentle people, we want your autograph
Integrity, vision, kindness’ where its at
We love, love
You

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