Boneless Romantic

by Troubadette

/
  • Streaming + Download

    Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.

      $5 NZD  or more

     

1.
We could talk until we're blue And the stars bid us goodnight I could still put up with you But it's just not worth the fight Although right now it feels a bit Like our hearts will overflow One day, not that far from now I'll just be someone you know Someone you know If we'd met at different times You might have been a different man I'm not paying for your crimes 'Cause I don't think that I can And I'll never understand Although right now it feels a bit Like our hearts will overflow One day, not that far from now I'll just be someone you know Someone you know
2.
The Wiser 02:40
I just turned twenty-nine and a half It's closer to thirty than I was before And I don't really feel like a grown-up But there are certain things that I just can't ignore Like the bills I must pay for my power and phone Like the fact I don't actually own my own home Like the strong possibility I'll die alone But I guess that's life Oh and I'll be the one at the party Pouring out my soul to strangers I've got cornered in the kitchen Talking 'bout what I'm afraid of - how I'm only getting older But the wiser isn't coming and I'm not sure what to do I just turned twenty-nine and a half And twenty feels like such a long time ago I remember the end of my teen years Thinking that I'd escaped all the angst and the woe But my twenties brought all sorts of grief to my door And a whole host of problems I'd not had before And I frequently picked my heart up off the floor But I guess that's life Oh and I'll be the one at the party Pouring out my soul to strangers I've got cornered in the kitchen Talking 'bout what I'm afraid of - how I'm only getting older But the wiser isn't coming and I'm not sure what to do And all the cool kids are having mid-quarter life crises But let's be honest - I was never cool Oh and I'll be the one at the party Pouring out my soul to strangers I've got cornered in the kitchen Talking 'bout what I'm afraid of - how I'm only getting older But the wiser isn't coming and I'm not sure what to do
3.
Pretty words are pretty words Nothing more and nothing less Say the things you want to say And embrace the nothingness You said you gave me your heart I have never felt its weight You told me I took it all Go ahead, don't hesitate Tell me all the things I did to hurt you Ignore all the things you did to hurt me Navel-gazing suits you The evidence refutes your claim to love me You crave romance with no substance Boneless romantic You love the idea of love As a noun and not a verb Promised me forevermore Then you kicked me to the curb You think that's where I belong Your illusion's watertight I'm the one who broke your heart If that helps you sleep at night Tell the world the things I did to hurt you Skip over the things you did to hurt me Navel-gazing suits you The evidence refutes your claim to love me You crave romance with no substance Boneless romantic
4.
Relationship post-mortems are never that much fun A necessary evil, but they've just got to be done 'Cause when you've let yourself believe you might have found the one It helps to figure out where you went wrong And just for future reference, I thought you might like to know The time we spent together wasn't total pain and woe But now as it all has to end, it really goes to show I should have seen this coming all along You bought me a new toothbrush and I should have got the hint You wouldn't ever kiss me until I'd eaten a mint You don't like garlic And I just don't understand You don't like garlic And you call yourself a man You say it shouldn't be a dealbreaker, but oh, the deal is broke I could have dealt with you not liking lettuce, beans or artichoke But you don't like garlic So there's no hope The way you'd run away from it, I must admit, did sting For quite awhile I thought it was some freaky vampire thing But then I realised, actually, you're just kind of boring And can't quite hack a flavour so extreme And it's sort of depressing, cos aside from that you're great My parents liked you, and it's nice to find a guy who's straight At least I know you'd never steal the food from off my plate But all these things can't possibly redeem The fact that you can't handle it, I'm really not sure why It's not the type of onion that's supposed to make you cry You don't like garlic And I just don't understand You don't like garlic And you call yourself a man You say it shouldn't be a dealbreaker, but oh, the deal is broke I could have dealt with you not liking lettuce, beans or artichoke But you don't like garlic So there's no hope I wish you all the best and I hope one day you find a love that's true Who's much nicer than me and who likes the same boring food as you You don't like garlic And I just don't understand You don't like garlic And you call yourself a man You say it shouldn't be a dealbreaker, but oh, the deal is broke I could have dealt with you not liking lettuce, beans or artichoke But you don't like garlic So there's no hope
5.
A broken heart is like a broken leg Eventually, it's fine But crutches suck and plaster itches And it all takes too much time So understand me when I say That I am probably okay But not without some bumps along the way What exactly is the use of silver lining? Of wishes and horses and riding with fools? When you talk about the eleventh hour Is that the one that's darkest before dawn? And I know you've all been worried 'bout the state I've been in And I know that you're glad to see me here with a grin But insert cliche about loving and losing And I'll kick you in the shin

about

A small collection of songs to mark the end of an era. Boneless Romantic is rough and ready and features a number of songs I wrote a few years ago that have taken on new meaning to me in the last few months, as well as a brand new track. Basically it's the breakup album you all knew was coming eventually. Eat your heart out, Taylor Swift - you know nothing about garlic.

credits

released June 17, 2016

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

Troubadette Wellington, New Zealand

Writer, blogger, singer, songwriter and theatrical madwoman, Troubadette writes songs about love, heartbreak, food and... well, whatever strikes her fancy, really. Her interests include baking, sewing, Fleetwood Mac and her cats, who she named Buckingham and Nicks in honour of Fleetwood Mac. ... more

contact / help

Contact Troubadette

Streaming and
Download help

Redeem code

Report this album or account

If you like Troubadette, you may also like: