Real Woman E​.​P.

by Little Donkey

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Our third self released EP. This time it's 5 tracks of exceptional goodness!

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released November 10, 2014

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Little Donkey Chelmsford, UK

Beards - not vogue beards – but beards like tapestries – battle, bravery, brotherhood.
Armed with unrefined grungy folk, Little Donkey are the valiant defenders of the Essex realm.
Plug in on your trans-Mordor commute and escape with the Riders of Rohan rhythm.
It's the outlaw's melody - come on, join in.
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Track Name: Real Woman
Hell, I don’t need your permission.
Need no protection for the seeds I sow.
I picked you up in celebration
And I pressed you down, unintelligible.
My eyes are full of your derision
And I bet you blink when on your own.
You’re thick, you’re slack, you are a vision
Sensations I have hardly known.

Well, I don’t need no real woman, when you’re here with me
(simple woman with the seediest soul)
I don’t need no real woman, on my knees I pray
That I can make you real.

Well, I am someone for whom possession
Is necessity: it makes me whole.
I have no need for incessant gibbering –
If you were to talk, I’d tell you go.
I’ve had my share of evil women.
They took my heart and turned it stone.
It cracked, it broke under the tedium;
Predations I have darkly honed.

Well, I don’t need no real woman, when you’re here with me
(simple woman with the seediest soul)
I don’t need no real woman, on my knees I pray
That I can make you real.

I will make you real
I will make you feel
Track Name: We Erupt
When her mood is low
And her skin it burns
And our child unknown
We remain as one
When her moon sits low
And her skin it turns
And our child he grows
We remain as one

People don’t come, dumb, deliberating
People don’t sigh: it’s nothing
People don’t come, plump, deliberating
People don’t sign: it’s nothing
People don’t come, dumb, deliberating
People don’t sigh: it’s nothing
People don’t come.

When her moon sits low
And her skin it turns
And our child he grows
We remain as one

People don’t come, dumb, deliberating
People don’t sigh: it’s nothing
People don’t come, plump, deliberating
People don’t sign: it’s nothing
People don’t come, dumb, deliberating
People don’t sigh: it’s nothing
People don’t come.

What does it matter to me?
Bourn is where the children are known
What does it matter to a seed
If out of soil it is grown?
What does it matter to me?
Bourn is where the children are grown
They’re known
And they know.
Track Name: Turn Away
Talking to people, never set as equals (a concept that boils in his head)
And all of them mothers and fathers, who had been blessed.
Whilst walking and whistling, desert dust clouds hissing, they jolt as it goes through their heads -
From bullet to history, a memory displayed daubs of red.

What are we fighting for – Men who think themselves gods?
While we are waiting for something that they cannot afford.
What’s the excuse today (what are they going to blame)?
They’re taking from the people who need it.

Tongue tied, unwilling; he’ll talk not of killing (he knows votes are low when there’s death).
Nods, frowns and saddens, whilst counting stacked cash in his head.
Oh holiest victories, for those they’ll never meet, whose words are like bombs in their chests;
Angered and ordered, or fleeing for borders again.

What are we fighting for – Men who think themselves gods?
While we are waiting for something that they cannot afford.
What’s the excuse today (what are they going to blame)?
They’re taking from the people who need it.

Transfixed
On a coffee cup
Must have watched for weeks
Pictures flickered on my tv screen.
Yeah man I have seen those angels
I watched as they dragged her away
But I didn’t stay – All I did was:
I just turned away
I just turned away
I just turned away from it all.

What are we fighting for?
Another man’s war.
Track Name: Mid-Level Boss
He don’t know what he’s done. Added fire to your flame, told you you are the one who needs to go.
If he’s wrong, tell him so. Added lines to your face, told you you are the fake, left you low.

He tells you woman you really look like shit
He tells you you got too much weight on those hips
He tells you baby I have kissed many lips
So many women that I could not resist
Tells you woman there’s no need to get upset
I need you to tell me that I am perfect
He gives you the fever, symptomatic and sick
Fork-tongue and eager, self-centred and small dicked

He don’t know what he’s done. Added fire to your flame, told you you are the one who needs to go.

He looks you up and down and says you’ll regret
Turning me down is just a scene revisited
I’ve got these feelings, I have felt so many things
I broke your flight and I pulled off both your wings
He tells you you’re too young to give in to this
He tells you fire burns, that fire don’t quit
I’ll burn you out, you know I’ll always exist
You know I’ll black your eyes without using fists

He don’t know what he’s done. Added fire to your flame, told you you are the one who needs to go.
If he’s wrong, tell him so. Added lines to your face, told you you are the fake, left you low

Too many times you’ve wandered into this room
Too many times I’ve had to listen and lose
Too many people tell you you don’t learn
Too many people tell you you don’t learn

I don’t know why I’m wrong. Added light to your way, told you you are the one who needs to grow.
What I’ve done made you strong
Added fire to your flame
Spread nose for faith
Talk not of babes
Go separate ways
I’ll stand in your way
Terrible taste
A one off role model throws mud in your face.
Track Name: Uh-Oh (New Version)
“Pleased to meet you Sir”, she said
The change deranged and off to bed.
The bleating starts, in sorry mask and then
The scene, we move again
Through shaded light our heroin(e)’s
Retreating fast
He will not last.

Singing, uh-oh, what do I know, what do I know, what do I know?
Back up, peculiar one, peculiar song, peculiar and wrong.
Singing, uh-oh, what do I know, what do I know, what do I know?
Back up, peculiar one, peculiar song, peculiar.

Beneath the zip and tubular
He tries to speak the safety word
But breath won’t come
He is undone
Thinks of wife and family
History ‘comes tragedy
With raging heart
He came so far, singing

Uh-oh, what do I know, what do I know, what do I know?
Back up, peculiar one, peculiar song, peculiar and wrong.
Singing, uh-oh, what do I know, what do I know, what do I know?
Back up, peculiar one, peculiar song, peculiar and wrong.

You know you’ll pay
Before you’ll leave…

Uh-oh, what do I know, what do I know, what do I know?
Uh-oh, what do I know, what do I know, what do I know?
Uh-oh, what do I know, what do I know, what do I know?
Uh-oh, what do I know, what do I know, what do I know?