Doll Like

by Slum of Legs

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Released on 7" vinyl by Tuff Enuff records.


released May 4, 2015

Tamsin Chapman - vocals, backing vocals, drums
Kate Franklin - guitars, drums, backing vocals
Emily Kawasaki - synths, piano, monotron
Maria Marzaioli - violin, backing vocals
Alex Othen - bass
Michelle Steele - vocals, backing vocals, guitars

Recorded at Church Road Studios by Julian Tardo, May 2014



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Slum of Legs Brighton, UK

Slum of Legs are a queer feminist noise-pop DIY band. We write songs about ghosts, architecture, gender, loneliness, good hair and many other important topics. We are Alex, Emily, Kate, Maria, Michelle and Tamsin.

We're also just about to take ourselves into the studio to ~finally~ get an album done.
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Track Name: Doll Like
Oooh, you're looking good to me
He said "you look like Grayson Perry with your nancy curly hair"
Oooh, all I wanna be
Is a fuck you granny - I'm not a "tranny"

Because I'm doll-like, yeah I'm doll-like
Wanna be doll-like, yeah I'm doll-li-ii-ike

Oooh, in the year of the queen
Dancing disco dollies on the T-Scene
Oooh, don't leave me this way
There's a stain on the motherland, and Putin's gonna pay

Because I'm doll-like, yeah I'm doll-like
I wanna be doll-like, ohh I'm doll-li-eeeeiiike

It's my genderation and it's my show
It's my genderation and it's my show
Because I'm doll-like
Track Name: Half Day Closing
We named the trees
And the diving seeds
And we found an old gas mask
And some rosary beads

Ip dip sky blue
Who's it? Not you
With your Oxfam dress
And your clodhopper shoes

Half-day closing and the air is still
Half-day closing and some time to kill
And blood to spill now
Ooh, ah
Half-day closing

The end of term
And we won't return
So we lit a match
Just to watch it burn

Shadows grow long
And the days glide on
But you can't forget
That you will never belong

Lights are flickering up by the reservoir
Always knew that the truth was never far
People are clustered round
A scrubby patch of ground
And a body found
On half-day closing