SondHamm

by HAMM

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released May 16, 2017

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HAMM New York

HAMM aka Theda Hammel has released an EP of original music called "Very Great" and a set of Sondheim covers called "SondHamm." She also occasionally releases video podcasts to YouTube.

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Track Name: Every Day a Little Death
Every day a little death
In the parlor in the bed
In the curtains in the silver
In the buttons in the bread

Every day a little sting
In the heart and in the head
Every move and every breath
And you hardly feel a thing
Brings a perfect little death

He smiles sweetly strokes my hair
Says he misses me
I could murder him right there
But first I die
He talks softly of his wars
And his horses and his horses
I think love's a dirty business...
(So do I, So do I)

I'm before him on my knees
And he kisses me
He assumes I lose my reason
And I do
Men are stupid men are vain
Love's disgusting, love's insane
A humiliating business...
(Oh how true, Ah well)

Every day a little death
(Every day a little death)
In the parlor in the bed
(In the lips and in the eyes)
In the curtains in the silver
In the buttons in the bread
(In the murmers, in the gestures
In the pauses, in the sighs)

Every day a little sting
(Every day a little dies)
In the heart and in the head
(In the looks and in the lies)
Every move and every breath
And you hardly feel a thing
Brings a perfect little death
Track Name: Children Will Listen
Careful the things you say
Children will listen
Careful the things you do
Children will see, and learn

Children may not obey
But children will listen
Children will look to you
For which way to turn
To learn what to be
Careful before you say
Listen to me

Careful the wish you make
Wishes are children
Careful the path they take
Wishes come true, not free

Careful the spell you cast
Not just on children
Sometimes the spell may last
Past what you can see
And turn against you
Careful the tale you tell
That is the spell

Guide them step away
Children will glisten
Tamper with what is true
Then children will turn
If just to be free
Careful before you say
Listen to me

Children will listen
Children will listen
Children will listen
Track Name: Happiness
I'm so happy I'm afraid I'll die
Here in your arms.
What would you do if I died?
Like this, right now, here in your arms?

That we ever should have met is a miracle
No inevitable. Inevitable, yes but I confess
It was the look, the look, the sadness in your eyes
That day when we glanced at each other in the park
We saw that we were both unhappy
I needed you, you needed me.
How quickly need can lead to love.

All this happiness
Merely from a glance in the park
So much happiness
So much love

I thought I knew what love was
I wish we could've met so much sooner
I thought I knew what love was
I thought I knew how much I could feel
I didn't know what love was
And now I do
It's what I feel with you
The happiness I feel with you

So much happiness
Happiness by chance, in a park
Surely this is happiness
That no one else has ever felt before

"Just another love story"
That's what they would claim
"Another simple love story
Aren't all of them the same!"

No, but this is more
We feel more
This is so much more
Like every other love story

Some say happiness
Comes and goes
Then this happiness is a kind of happiness no one really knows

I thought I knew what love was
I thought it was no more than a name for yearning
I thought it was what kindness became
I'm learning
I thought where there was love there was shame
But with you there's just happiness
Endless happiness
Endless happiness
Track Name: Sunday
Sunday
By the blue purple yellow red water
On the green purple yellow red grass
Let us pass
Through our perfect park

Pausing on a sunday
By the cool blue triangular water
On the soft green elliptical grass
As we pass
Through arrangements of shadows
Toward the verticals of trees
Forever

By the blue purple yellow red water
On the green orange violet mass
Of the grass
In our perfect park
Made of flecks of light
And dark
And parasols

People strolling through trees
Of a small suburban park
On an island in the river
On an ordinary sunday
Sunday
Sunday