The Hag and the Whore (album)

by Steph Sweet

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Jim manser Steph is an amazing artist ,writer and friend ..
Listening to this album has blown me away..just fantastic music to freak out and treasure Favorite track: Your Grave.
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The Hag and the Whore is the third album from Steph Sweet, singer-songwriter and underground musician and author. Influences of freak-folk, psychedelia and angel-punk and songs about hags and whores, paedophilia, the selfie-generation, a beautiful girl, a break-up, teepees, death and spamsters and wolves. Album art by Skinny Graphix

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released September 23, 2016

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Steph Sweet UK

Born under a cloud of red Saharan sand and singing before I could talk.
“Deeply embracing a true underground spirit is Steph Sweet. It is ushered in with a specifity to it all that lingers on the margins of the fine line between genius and madness, but you don’t hear music like this too often.”
U&I Music Magazine
2014
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Track Name: Ellen
Ellen, she’s at the changeling age, only fourteen.
Her Mum’s lived inside a bottle, since she had her at fifteen.
There’s drinking ‘round the house most days.
Let the men in. Let the men in.
Her Mum just wants to dance with them.
Her Mum just wants to dance with them.
It’s like they’re factory-farming humans just to boost the GDP.
There’s no way out for the working classes, no jobs and no money.
Ellen’s lonely and she’s hurting, hurting bad inside her head.
She lashes out at everything.
Ellen wishes she were dead.
She’s difficult and mouthy.
Doesn’t make a good poster-girl for the BBC.
And everybody turns their head.
Ellen is the girl they don’t want to see.
And everybody turns their head.
They don’t want to see.

He’s older and she thinks she loves him, he gives her tenners, vodka and speed.
A plastic bead of kindness in a vacuum seems like a diamond ring.
Who’s going to help Ellen?
Nobody.
Who’s going to help Ellen?
Nobody.
There’s a million girls like Ellen in all the big cities.
Too difficult and mouthy to be be poster-girls on tv.
It’s like they’re factory farming humans just to boost the GDP.
No vegetables unless they’re frozen, crisp sandwiches for tea.
Ellen’s lonely and she’s hurting, hurting bad inside her head.
She lashes out at everyone.
Ellen wishes she were dead.
Who’s helping Ellen?
Nobody.
Who’s helping Ellen?
Nobody.
Nobody.
Nobody.
©Steph Sweet September 2016 All Rights Reserved
Track Name: The Hag and The Whore
The Hag and The Whore

When she was a maid, she danced so fine as if her feet were feathers.
Enchanting all with her big, blue eyes and lips that hint of pleasure.
She fell in love with the Blacksmith’s son, who promised her a plenty.
But his words were lies and she was too poor and so he promptly left her.
No maidenhead to call her own, she fled to the big city.
The Bristol streets were paved with gold for one who was so pretty.
A one-eyed crab, with greying hair, sold her to the whore-house.
To earn her keep, with her waving feet, as timid as a dormouse.
Who is the hag and who is the whore?
Who is the hag and who is the whore?
For years they queued up round the square to visit such a beauty.
Her shining hair and her silken silk, she meekly did her duty.
The older whores told her, “Save your gold, for nothing lasts forever.
A woman’s looks will flake and fade like bedposts in bad weather.”
Save your gold girls, save your gold.
Save your gold girls, save your gold.
Who is the hag and who is the whore?
Who is the hag and who is the whore?
She did not mind the passing time, her wrinkled loss of glamour.
She never liked all the eager eyes and yelps and whoops and clamour.
No more to bare her withered dugs to any that would lick them.
No more the whore, the happy hag went home rich to her brethren.
Save your gold girls, oh save your gold.
Save your gold girls, oh save your gold.
Who is the hag and who is the whore?
Who is the hag and who is the whore?

©Steph Sweet 2016 All Rights Reserved
Track Name: Dance of the Sand
Dance of the Sand

Can’t see the road to drive, for the tears in my eyes.
Don’t pay the ferry-man, keep your old wooden coins.
Better yet, let me burn them, oh let me light a yellow moon,
To blaze away all of those who were unkind to you.
A thousand years since I last saw you.
And all that I can feel is the gap in the fabric of this world.
The space that was you.
And the dance of the sand.
And the dance of the sand.
And the dance of the sand.
You and I, an essence of bleached-out sky,
Shot right through with light that seemed to shine right through the walls.
Right through the walls.
Looping in spirals around the sun.
Looping in spirals around the sun.
Looping in spirals around the sun.
And the dance of the sand.
And the dance of the sand.
And the dance of the sand.

©Steph Sweet August 2016 All Rights Reserved
Track Name: Teepee Valley
Teepee Valley

So you tell me you’ve got everything.
Well would you like to share some with me?
So you tell me you know everything.
Well would you like to share your omnipotency with me?
Always somewhere here on the outside,
On the outside looking in.
So you tell me that you’ve got the answers.
Well would you like to let me in on them?

Seems to me that you’re not real.
Seems to me that you got caught in your spiel.
Oh big deal.

Let me tell you, I don’t care about it.
I got ways of being free.
So you tell me you’ll ban everything.
Well would you like to lift the ban on being free, for me?
Let me tell you, I don’t care about it.
I don’t care what you squares say.
So you tell me you’ll ban everything,
And now you’re going to tax the bees and the air and the trees.

Seems to me that you’re not real.
Seems to me that you got caught in your spiel.
Oh big deal.

Teepee Valley, let’s go home.

Seems to me that you’re not real.
Seems to me that you got caught in your spiel.
Oh big deal.

Teepee Valley, let’s go home.

Teepee Valley ©Steph Sweet 2016 All Rights Reserved
Track Name: Cutting The Ropes
Cutting The Ropes

Always been there, always for you.
No matter what life’s been throwing at you.
I always saw through all of your lies,
I didn’t want to believe it was true.
Look at me now, cutting the ropes.
I’m brave enough, I can stand up to you.
Look at me now.
I’m leaving you.
Cutting the ropes and now we’re through.
Now we’re through.
Now we’re through.
You’ve been freezing me out, putting me down.
Slagging me off all around town.
I’m being brave, I’m getting away.
I’m getting away from the malice of you.
I’m cutting the ropes. I’m breaking free
Taking a leap into the big blue sea.
No more of your spitefulness to me.
Your patented Piscean cruelty.
I’m breaking free.
I’m breaking free.
You’ve been freezing me out, putting me down.
Slagging me off all around town.
I’m being brave, I’m getting away.
I’m getting away from the malice of you.
I’m cutting the ropes. I’m breaking free.
Taking a leap into the big blue sea.
No more of your spitefulness to me.
Your patented Piscean cruelty.
Cutting the ropes.
Cutting the ropes, getting away from you.
Cutting the ropes, I’m getting away from you.
Cutting the ropes, getting away from you.
Getting away, getting away, getting away.

©Steph Sweet 2016 All Rights Reserved
Track Name: Glitterati
Glitterati

Revolving around yourself, like you’re the centre of the sun.
Offering up a bitter smile, as you sneer at everyone.
Are you ugly on the inside, or is it just the outside that’s broke?
Be careful in those London fumes in case you start to choke.
Glitterati.
You so want to be in the Glitterati.
You’re so damn needy.
You’re so desperate to be famous, you’d surely sell your soul.
Do you dream of fame and riches and pretty cocaine whores?
Are those dreams slowly fading?
Is the self-doubt creeping in?
Your narcissistic patina is slowly wearing thin.
Are you emasculated by girls who play better than you?
Are you prowling clouds and stealing sounds, as if nobody would know?
All I can see is ego in your small, unhappy eyes.
If plagiarism was a sin, then you’d be doing time.
Glitterati.
You so want to be in the Glitterati.
You’re so damn needy.
Glitterati.
Glitterati.
Glitterati.
Glitterati.
©Steph Sweet 2016 All Rights Reserved
Track Name: Sunshine Girl
Sunshine Girl

Girl in the woods with her beautiful daughters.
Plays piano that sounds like trees drinking water.
She sings like an angel that got lost in the sky.

Here comes the sunshine girl again,
Kaleidoscope eyes are imaginary.
Here comes the sunshine girl again.
Kaleidoscope eyes are imaginary friends.

Girl in the woods with her beautiful daughters.
Plays piano that sounds like trees drinking water.
Sings like an angel that got lost in the sky.

Here comes the sunshine girl again.
Kaleidoscope eyes are imaginary friends.
Here comes the sunshine girl again.
Kaleidoscope eyes are imaginary.

Seems like an angel got lost in the sky, in the sky.

©Steph Sweet 2016 All Rights Reserved
Track Name: Wolf's Eye
Wolf’s Eye by Steph Sweet

Sometimes it feels like I spend my whole life,
Like a lamb walking amongst the wolves.
But wolves have feelings that get hurt too.
I’ll swap you my wool for a wolf’s eye, a wolf’s eye, a wolf’s eye-view.
I know sometimes horrors get to you.
Gets in the bones of you.
It gets to me too.
In the bones of you.
In the bones of you.

Come-on darling, come and dance with me.
Like when we were seventeen and we were all new and shiny.
Come-on darling, come and dance with me.
Like when we were seventeen and it was all new and shiny.

Sometimes it feels like I've spent my whole life,
Like a lamb walking amongst the wolves.
But wolves have feelings that get hurt too.
I’ll swap you my wool for a wolf’s eye-view.
I know sometimes horrors get to you.
It gets to me too.
I’m always looking out for you.
In the bones of you.
In the bones of you.

Come-on darling, come and dance with me.
Like when we were seventeen and we were all new and shiny.
Come-on darling, come and dance with me.
Like when we were seventeen and it was all new and shiny.

Come-on darling, come and dance with me.
Like when we were seventeen.
Come-on darling, come and dance with me.
Like when we were seventeen.

Written, performed, recorded and produced by Steph Sweet ©August 2016 All Rights Reserved