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Sitting in the bleachers
Waiting for my time
Crushes on all the student teachers
Searching for that perfect line
I always wanted just to fit in but
couldn't sit in the role of what a woman should be
And when the girls came around in jerseys
Hard to play down
I was weak in the knees
Remember how I felt back then
Scared to tell any of my friends
Was it contextual?
Or am I bisexual?
Standing on a church pew
Screaming out to something
Never wanted to hurt you
And I can't say all that shit meant nothing
I always knew I couldn't live up
needed to give up what they said I was called to be
And when you asked me to choose between god and you it's true I chose myself and me
Remember how I felt back then
Sometimes I still feel it again
I don't really mind it
Still trying to find it
Used to lean on it like a crutch
Now I know I don't know that much
I might be unsteady
But maybe I'm ready
Maybe I'm ready
I remember walking in the park
My first taste of liquor
The shame it brought
Smoked in a burger king parking lot then waited to be struck down on the spot
I remember being in my room
Laying on the floor
Sense of impending doom
And when you said I was the chosen one
One day I woke up and thought
chosen for what
Memories of the lives I've lived
Some to forget and some to forgive
Thought I might be abandoned
But look where I've landed
And I've learned from the days gone by
Time floats on like a butterfly
That even if I'm broken
The marigolds open
The marigolds open
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2. |
Marigold
01:47
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Sitting in the bleachers
Waiting for my time
Crushes on all the student teachers
Searching for that perfect line
I always wanted just to fit in, but couldn't sit in
The role of what a woman should be
And when the girls came around in jerseys hard to play down
I was weak in the knees
Remember how I felt back then
Scared to tell any of my friends
Was it contextual?
Or am I bisexual?
Standing on a church pew
Screaming out to something
Never wanted to hurt you
And I can't say all that shit meant nothing
I always knew I couldn't live up, needed to give up
What they said I was called to be
And when you asked me to choose between god and you
It's true I chose myself and me
Remember how I felt back then
Sometimes I still feel it again
I don't really mind it
Still trying to find it
Used to lean on it like a crutch
Now I know I don't know that much
I might be unsteady
But maybe I'm ready
Maybe I'm ready
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3. |
Marigold (deadmen Remix)
02:32
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Sitting in the bleachers
Waiting for my time
Crushes on all the student teachers
Searching for that perfect line
I always wanted to fit in
But couldn't sit in the role of what a woman should be
And when the girls came around in jerseys
Hard to play down I was weak in the knees
Remember how I felt back then
Scared to tell any of my friends
Was it contextual?
Or am I bisexual?
Standing on a church pew
Screaming out to something
Never wanted to hurt you
And I can't say all that shit meant nothing
I always knew I couldn't live up
Need to give up what they said I was called to be
And when you asked me to to choose between god and you
It's true, I chose myself and me
Remember how I felt back then
Sometimes I still feel it again
I don't really mind it
Still trying to find it
Used to lean on it like a crutch
Now I know I don't know that much
I might be unsteady
But maybe I'm ready
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4. |
Marigold (SUN SUN Remix)
02:08
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Sitting in the bleachers
Waiting for my time
Crushes on all the student teachers
Sitting in the bleachers
Waiting for my time
Crushes on all the student teachers
Crushes on
Crushes on
Crushes on
Crushes on
Crushes on
Crushes on
Girls came around in jerseys
Hard to play down I was weak in the knees
Scared to tell any of my friends
I was weak in the knees
Crushes on
Crushes on
Crushes on
Crushes on
Crushes on
Crushes on
Still trying to find it
Waiting for my time
Waiting for my time
Waiting for my time
Still trying to find it
Waiting for my time
Waiting for my time
Waiting for my time
Wanted just to fit in
But couldn't sit in the role of what a woman should be
I chose myself and me
I chose myself and me
Waiting for my time
Waiting for my time
Waiting for my time
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5. |
Marigold (MA BWE Remix)
05:08
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But maybe I'm ready
Sitting in the bleachers
Waiting for my time
Crushes on all the student teachers
Searching for that perfect line
I always wanted just to fit in, but couldn't sit in
The role of what a woman should be
And when the girls came around in jerseys hard to play down
I was weak in the knees
Remember how I felt back then
Scared to tell any of my friends
Was it contextual?
Or am I bisexual?
Remember how I felt back then
Sometimes I still feel it again
I don't really mind it
Still trying to find it
Used to lean on it like a crutch
Now I know I don't know that much
I might be unsteady
But maybe I'm ready
Standing on a church pew
Screaming out to something
Never wanted to hurt you
And I can't say all that shit meant nothing
I always knew I couldn't live up, needed to give up
What they said I was called to be
And when you asked me to choose between god and you
It's true I chose myself and me
Remember how I felt back then
Sometimes I still feel it again
I don't really mind it
Still trying to find it
Used to lean on it like a crutch
Now I know I don't know that much
I might be unsteady
But maybe I'm ready
But maybe I'm ready
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Begonia Winnipeg, Manitoba
As Begonia, Alexa Dirks has blossomed into an indie pop powerhouse who feels like music’s best-kept secret to her
fans.
New album Powder Blue is out Feb 24 on Birthday Cake Records.
Begonia has been nominated for a JUNO Award and longlisted for The Polaris Music Prize. Her music has been on numerous Netflix & Oprah Winfrey Network, and NPR named Begonia as one of 10 Artists You Need to Know.
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