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Threesome Thursday: Clare Bowditch Songs

I have trouble picking my favourite singers or bands, my all time favourite albums and songs, there is just too much I love. So I thought I'd share my favourite three songs by one of my favourite Australian singers. I think she's a pretty awesome person too and absolutely delightful to talk to if you're ever lucky enough to meet her.

1. Peccadilloes (2008, The Moon Looked On)


 
This song has always been one of my favourites, theres just something about it. Perhaps its been the little girl in me, who after being hurt and betrayed so many times in the past, is still looking for that someone to tell all my peccadilloes to.

If you're outside looking in and you see me inside waving,
could you place your fat lips on the window glass?
And I will blow a short hot breath and draw my secrets into it.
All my peccadilloes, only you will know.

You're standing in the snow.
You're laughing like you love me.
You build your snow man dough
and I pretend I can't see, 'cause baby,
but you love me when I'm cold.

You say it's tried, you say it's true,
you say women always fall for you when you cook like Jamie.
Seems he's quite the dish.
It may be true, but you can't prove
they're in love with you, not just your food.
All your peccadilloes, only I will know.

You're standing in the snow.
You're laughing like you love me.
Go build your snow man dough
and I'll pretend I can't see, 'cause baby,
you love me when I'm cold.


2. Dicorcee By 23 (2010, What was Left)





This song really struck a chord with me the first time I heard it. I relate so much to the girl she is singing about. As a very young mother, who despite being in an unhealthy relationship was desperate to hold her tiny family together, I know exactly what it's like to try not to let anyone see the cracks and to not want to be judged.

Well it seems you've got a baby girl to a man
who will not love you well
and you're walking down Brunswick street
and you're buying the baby's tears with treats.

You look perfect, you look fine
and you hold it together most of the time
but when the baby's crying
and you know, he's lying...

He was the best looking boy you'd known
so you married him and made him home.
Dropped out of university
all because he said "Well Honey, you're pretty."

Yes, you are pretty but you are not fine
'cause you've forgotten you're partly Divine
and if you don't start crying,
you may never shine.

Step on out of line,
Outside the square
I dare you
To just not give a damn.
'Cause people won't understand?
Don't let them scare you.

You play boy games and he plays girl games
and every Saturday, you swap over again,
and you wonder why he "Just don't hear!".
Are you saying it loud, are you making it clear
or are you hiding away,
behind all those perfect things that you say?

You know that you don't wanna be,
You don't wanna be,
You don't wanna be,
You don't wanna be no divorcee by 23.
Well is that your best reason to stay?
You're worried about what your brothers' friends'
mothers' might one day say?

Step on out of line,
Outside the square
I dare you
To just not give a damn.
'Cause people won't understand?
Don't let them scare you.

You really should step on out of line,
Outside the square
I dare you
To go confront your man
Help him understand these subtleties about you.

You don't wanna be,
You don't wanna be,
You don't wanna be,
You don't wanna be no divorcee by 23.
Well is that your best reason to stay?
Think about what your baby girl might one day say.




3. You Make Me Happy (2012, The Winter I Chose Happiness)




I just think this song is so very beautiful. The hsp and I have had our difficulties, we've been through some shit but we love and adore each other and this song perfectly captures how I feel about him.


Last night I couldn't sleep  
The bed felt awful cold  
You say you want some space 
You say you want some space  
You won't pick up the phone
 
I never said that I was easy 
Always pushing for the best 
Well that's just cause I believe  
Believe in you baby 
And this I must confess
 
You make me happy 
You make me happy  
You shouldn't be alone 
Baby come on home  
You make me happy
 
You're hiding in the corner 
You've got nothing to hide 
You think I'd let you close  
You think I'd let you close  
If you weren't good on the inside
 
And I see how you try 
I want you all the time  
You think your wings are broken 
Your wings they are not broken 
I wish you would unfold them
 
You make me happy 
You make me happy 
You shouldn't be alone 
Baby come on home 
And make me happy

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