Spit

by Martha Rose

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12" LP available from Treibender Teppich Records:

treibenderteppichrecords.bandcamp.com

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The album is called ‘Spit’, because I read ‘The Tin Drum’ by Günter Grass when I was 16 and I couldn’t believe that anyone could write anything like that. There is a scene where a girl called Maria lies on the beach. She puts popping candy into the palm of her hand and asks Oskar, the boy who refuses to grow over 3 feet tall, to spit in her palm. When he does, she gets an orgasm. I decided to study German Literature, and later moved to Berlin. Then I got my first casio keyboard.

I am searching for the site of my own desire in these songs. Trying to understand my vast naïve romanticism, my fear and melancholy, and my dreamlike dances with nostalgic fantasy. I am exploring and trying to overcome a subconscious desire to be hurt and hurt again by choosing impossible situations: ‘the question keeps coming, who’s gonna hold me?/who’s gonna share the morning light with me?/I’ve got a good idea who it could be/but I’m not sure if he really likes me.’

‘Spit’ is a brutally true record. Every feeling was felt, and then translated into a picture I could transmit.

Martha Rose is a Berlin based English musician. Her music is a combination of casio pop and old English folk song. Melodies rule and lyrics slowly reveal. ‘Spit’ is her debut LP, to be released on limited vinyl by Treibender Teppich Records in November 2016. Produced in Stuttgart by Thomas Zehnle with drums by Kevin Kuhn and extra guitar by Deniz Winter. Mastered by Ralv Milberg in Milberg Studios, Stuttgart.

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released November 24, 2016

Written by Martha Rose - vocals, keys, some guitar, some bass, harmonies
Thomas Zenhle - some guitar, some bass
Kevin Kuhn - drums and percussion on Kiss Me, Lips, Othello Bro!
Deniz Winter - writer of guitar solo on Spit, guitar on Woe Woe Woe

Produced by Thomas Zehnle
Mastered by Ralv Milberg

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Martha Rose Berlin, Germany

Martha Rose was born in Camberwell, London. She started writing songs after she was given a guitar wrapped up in newspaper. She now lives, writes and dances in Berlin.
An accidental specialist in DIY music, she has always been attracted to skype mics, friends’ living rooms late at night, and the joy in the moment of capturing a melody.
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Track Name: Mean
woah,

you try and teach me
how to be mean
but I can't stop just trying to please

try and teach me
how to be mean
I can't stop just trying to please

ever more, ever more, ever more, ever more

you try and teach me
how to be mean
but I can't stop just seeing what I see

try and teach me
how to be mean
I can't stop just seeing what I see

ever more, ever more, ever more, ever more

teacher, I'm gonna beat you,
gonna take my hand
from beneath the desk
I don't wanna be the best
that was something you could never understand
I just did what I was told

you try and teach me
how to be mean
but I can't stop
just trying to please
Track Name: Can't Not Say
Sometimes I ask you the wrong kind of question
sometimes I tire you out in the heat
sometimes I see only chaos in the wings
sometimes it's chaos that I need

but I can't not say
what I feel
when it's there in my head
and we wake up full of dreams
bodies torn by foreign beds

I know it might take a while to trust me
I know you're shy like a beast
I try to hold my tongue so you'll feel me
I tried to show you peace

but I can't not say
what I feel
when it's there in my head
and we wake up full of dreams
bodies torn by foreign beds

it feels like chaos in the wings
rub your toes in rosin
it feels like chaos in the wings
but the orchestra will count you in

(instrumental)

but I can't not say
what I feel
when it's there in my head
and we wake up full of dreams
bodies torn by foreign beds

it feels like chaos in the wings
rub your toes in rosin
it feels like chaos in the wings
but the orchestra will count you in
Track Name: Spit
Well I wasn't gonna ask
but I guess you had to say
and it's kinder to shoot an old dog
on it's way
out the back door with his tail between his legs
don't look back, or you'll see what you left

come on baby, spit in my palm, oh spit in my heart

do you miss my little flaws?
No-one else would've said
but I guess you looked a bit closer than the rest
and do you miss the way I talk almost incessantly?
and I don't even care
when you're not listening

come on baby, spit in my palm, oh spit in my heart

I can't sleep at night
I'm too scared of knives
and all I see is you and me in paradise, in paradise
I can't sleep at night
I'm too scared of knives
and all I see is you and me in paradise, in paradise

and we're waiting for a hush in the auditorium
oh lower the lights and of course! you walk on
and I hate all of my dreams
for keeping you alive
it's dangerous oceans
you're seeing in my eyes

come on baby, spit in my palm, oh spit in my heart.
Track Name: Kiss Me
Are you scared of all the things
we've started wanting to do?
Are you scared of all the things
I know about you?
I'm quite scared

when you kiss me like that
I know, I'm not mad
when you kiss me like that
I know, what I never had

I'll admit, I often seem at loss on a sea of words
I'll admit, I often choose the ones that fit the worst
I don't care

when you kiss me like that
I know, I'm not mad
when you kiss me like that
I know, what I never had

please don't bring me down,
I don't need that shit right now
Track Name: Cowcat
how now, little cat made of cow?
what made you come here?
how now, little cat made of cow?
who were you in another life?

how now little cat of cow can you show me around your place?
what's your favourite sunny spot?
and what's the deal with your cute little face?

the question keeps coming
who's gonna hold me
who's gonna share the morning light with me?
I've got a good idea who it could be
but I'm not sure if he really likes me,
ohh,
only time will tell,
till then, I'll live my own little version of heaven and hell

how now little cat made of cow?
can I stroke your underneath?
how now little cat made of cow?
don't burn your whiskers a feelin the heat

let me dance the way you walk
can you show me another beat?
take me down on to all fours
what the fuck you trying to do to me?

the question keeps coming
who's gonna hold me
who's gonna share the morning light with me?
I've got a good idea who it could be
but I'm not sure if he really likes me,
ohh,
only time will tell,
till then, I'll live my own little version of heaven and hell
Track Name: Othello, Bro!
Careful with your camera lense
you know I only see, you pulled the shutter

careful with the words you write
you know I only read between the lines

and tell me how you changed so fast
tell me how you gave me all your anger?

tell me, did I really break your heart,
or did you pull the strings backstage for longer?

Othello, Bro! I know how you feel,
when I was a girl, I swore I'd never be a fool
like you
but here I stand, corrected
Othello, Bro! It's just me and you,
no-one else I know would choose not to believe
the truth
so pure, yet so hard to swallow

Now I know I can't expect too much from you,
I fear you gave it all to her
now I know my love is true
I came too late, you gave it all to her

and you took years to hear my voice
but you know just how strong she likes her coffee
and you said I don't know myself,
but you don't take the time to call me baby

Othello, Bro! I know how you feel,
when I was a girl, I swore I'd never be a fool
like you
but here I stand, corrected
Othello, Bro! It's just me and you,
no-one else I know would choose not to believe
the truth
so pure, yet so hard to swallow