Delicious Monster

by Storm the Palace

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credits

released October 4, 2019

Sophie Dodds – vocals, guitar
Reuben Taylor – accordion, organ, harmonium, synthesizers
Willa Bews – vocals, bass
Jon Bews – vocals, violin
Alberto Bravo – vocals, drums

Words and music by Sophie Dodds
(except 'Ancient Goldfish' and 'Paintbox Ladies' - words by Willa Bews)
Arrangements by Storm the Palace

Recorded in Edinburgh, Oct 2018–May 2019
Tracks 1-3, 6, 8, 9 and 11 engineered by Graeme Young and recorded at Chamber Studio
Tracks 4, 5, 7 and 10 engineered by Reuben Taylor and recorded at Madeira Mansions
Produced by Reuben Taylor and Sophie Dodds
(with thanks to C Mantle and Gordon Webster)
Mastered by Reuben Taylor

Photography by Greg Ryan
(instagram.com/fromthelensofg)
Design by Roman Schoeneboom

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Storm the Palace Edinburgh, UK

Radge folk pop from Edinburgh


"Taking their cues from modern classical, left field folk, and stubborn indie songcraft, Storm The Palace vault over genre barriers without looking back."
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Track Name: Clive
Your name is Clive
And somehow you’ve survived
With me all these years
Delicious monster

You’re not just alive
Somehow you have thrived
In bedrooms and bathrooms and hallways
You have clung to life

I’m sorry if I’ve been cruel to you
From time to time
It’s only ‘cause I envy your capacity
To entwine

Tied you to a pole
Tried to gain control
But that only kept you in check
For a limited while

Before, once again,
Your lecherous green limbs
Coiled around the shoulders of my
Unsuspecting friends

And I wouldn’t be surprised
If you outlived us all
I can picture you harassing folk
At my funeral
Track Name: If I Were A Seagull
If I were a seagull, where would I roam?
I’d fly in circles, ‘til I found home
If I were a seal, what would I sing?
l’d sing a ballad to lure you in

If I were a sea-horse, what would I do?
I would have babies, leave them with you
If I were a sperm whale, where would I hide?
I would just dive

If I were a lake, under the sea
I would invite eels into me
They would contort in my briny depths
Coil themselves into a basket of death

If I were a diver, run out of breath
How could I know what options were left
If I were my happiness where would I be
I would be anywhere but here
Track Name: Ancient Goldfish
Where you going?
You wouldn’t dare leave me
My olive branch
Is a shepherd’s crook
Please like me

Where you going?
I haven’t done nothing
What’ve you done
To my baby?

I’ll gnaw your foundations and fill you with doubt
All that matters to me is who won the last bout
If you give me an inch
I’ll take a mile
And I’d sell my soul
To see your smile

Where you going?
Tell me three times more
I need to know
Why I’m so angry

Don’t hate me

Where you going?
I can’t see the future
And my past just plays peek-a-boo
Track Name: The Magician
This place is an open-plan waste land
Without that strange lamb
Stuffy, static and sterile
Without that strange child

A pretty girl told you to lighten up
But she didn’t see the fire that glowed
In the strange, curated corners of your
Administrated soul

And so we go to Mexico
Just like they did, those 60s kids
Just like we jumped off the grid

You said that I was the lover
A traveller, a child, or both
And maybe a little magician
The archetype of office life

And so we go to Glasgow
Just like they did, those twenty-something kids
Track Name: Splendid
We had a good innings as they say
We had a good vision in those days
Chasing down our moment in the sidelong sun
But when it came, it was a sliding one

We had a good innings as they say
I have a dark picture of you these days
And in the dark we look for things to constellate
When all we can do is scatter our signs and wait

From the south-bound carriage I saw two people scanning
For gold in the fields behind an East Lothian housing estate
And I remember the way that you made even
The most mediocre of motorway service stations
Seem splendid

You said that you were fifty percent pain
Fifty percent rage you can’t explain
But you knew what it was to sit in your car and watch the rain
And feel all these boundless things contained
Track Name: Lovely White Sofa
We sit in coffee shops and discuss
The subject of fluff
We speak of our men folk then we give up

She says that she loves him
But at night when he’s sleeping
She dreams of Captain America

We sit in hipster bars and discuss
If we’re poetic enough
We pet our neuroses til they curl up

He says that he loves her
But never does anything for her
That she couldn’t order online

So baby come over
We’ll sit on the sofa
And pull the wool off of
Our eyes
Let’s get blood all over
This lovely white sofa
These old lady loafers
Must die

The guilt will always find you out
Hang above your bed like a nebulous shroud
So you might as well have something
To be guilty about

We sit in coffee shops and discuss
The subject of lust
We speak of our men folk til they give up

We wouldn’t pass the Bechdale test
We haven’t done our homework yet
Track Name: Paintbox Ladies
Mrs. Blue’s packed her bags, she’s turning her back
On the life in this city, it’s done in five acts
And you know in her shoes you’d stay one last time
But the story’s too stretched now, the thread’s grown too fine

Little Ms. Green has misplaced her heart
She set it down carelessly
One drink too many, the rest, as they say…
In her shoes you’d be a wreck

She's eaten mistakes and she’s written the check

It never seems totally broken
It never goes neatly to plan
Wind it up, wind it up, wind it up tight
Your job is to soak up the fight

The Duchess of Red embarked on a train
A trunk full of memories is her ticket out
She says, "I like bastards and bodies are safe
It's your twisting words that have made me lose faith"

Lady Yellow is drifting, she's thought it all through
These rhythms they cannot be burning for her
But she has a dragon with life in its fire
Together they'll cauterize her inner liar
Track Name: Fractal Pterodactyl
What did you do to-day
Well I mostly stared into space
I don’t have no super powers
I’m just a girl who’s wrestling with the hours

If I had dragon-flight
I would surely dominate the skies
I’d slay vampires and take them to bed
Lasers would fire from my eyes

But these fragile capillaries
They rupture and bleed
Bruise and break
And eventually refuse
To cooperate

When she was only a child
They came and told her
You’ll be set aside
Men in white robes, priests in white coats
Nurses with needles and horoscopes

Will she have six-fold strength?
And fight demons by cutting off their heads?
Tell me, doctor, how does this work?
He just looked at her and said…

Some days feel like a fractal
When all I want is my own pterodactyl
Track Name: Gloriously Organised Demise
The night upon the common
The plane trees hang their pom-poms
Not death I fear, but in disgrace
Lord save us from this place

If I could ride this tide of entropy
Until my gloriously organised demise
If I could see what the gods had in store for me
I’d be fine

Parakeets shriek from empty trees
Challenging the wind
Rats scatter into the aqueduct
But the crows don’t flinch at my approach

So sit inside your room
Accumulating orgone
If the universe tries to shake you off
Just tell it who’s boss

I jog across the common
Avoiding all the potholes
Not death I fear, but disarray
Not hospices but hospitals
Track Name: The Orchid
Sir, your orchid is about to flower
No power on Earth could contain that birth

She lies dormant months on end
Leathery leaves gathering dust
Moss growing in her pot

Until, unbidden comes that thing
Awake or asleep, in winter or spring
That thrusting

Call it art, call it mess
Call it sheer bloody mindedness
Call it inspiration, call it egotism
Call it amphibious urges
Sub-aqueous yearning

Sir, the passion flower is dead
I did it myself, severed every head
But now, inside the family home
Its children are growing ten-fold

Call it art, call it mess
Call it sheer bloody mindedness
Call it narcissism, call it repetition
Call it monotreme urges
As something emerges

Like a bird in a cage
Like a prisoner in a sealed-off cave
Like the beast that hasn’t been fed
It may be weak, but it’s not dead yet

Call it whatever you see fit
The thing is, it’s not dead yet
Track Name: Give Me My Fucking Puppy You Bastard
Suddenly I'm feeling
Everything I haven't felt
In about a year
And that's good I guess
That's good I guess

‘Cause everything happens for a reason
Or at least there's something to be learned
From every situation
No more crying in the toilets at work

Give me my fucking puppy you bastard
Give me my fucking puppy you bastard
Finish what you started
Finish what you started
Give me my fucking puppy you bastard

Take all the time that you need
It's been a mad, mad week
Take all the time that you need
You've always had a genius for anxiety

Just leave this toilet
Leave this toilet
Leave this toilet
As you would wish to find it

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