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Where the mountain meets the sea, I stand and think maybe I chose wrong.
And I was meant to be a carpenter, there’s no demand for what I write with these hands.
For the life of me, I can’t keep up healthy habits.
I just wipe my blood onto these pages
There’s sirens every night and meteors fly by
It can be so scary to be on earth
Remember the calm, remember to breathe
Know there will always be days like this
You poor thing, there’s nothing you could.
At the hands of the unfair universe
Let me squeeze your soft hand and hug your warm chest.
You soothe me so.
But there’s sirens every night and meteors fly by
It can be oh so scary to be on earth
Remember the calm, remember to breathe
Know there will always be days like this
The good is as inevitable as bad
The truth is all we have
The good is as inevitable as bad
The truth is all we have
The good
The bad
It’s oh so scary to be here
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You grew up under glass and windows, sat lanky at the piano
Viewed as talentless in your younger years, but now a legend among your peers
Gentle eyes and a soft emotive face
You’d schedule your reflections into your day
So odd and alien, but music so human
I tear up every time I hear your magnum opus
Music too beautiful for the background
Why didn’t you want anyone to listen?
Only one lover your entire life, what a true romantic
In such a harsh world
Sentenced to 8 days in jail for writing a rude postcard
And you played under red lights, to a tough crowd.
Living in a rough apartment, filled with shadows.
That no human ever visited.
Only one love affair, in which his whole being was hers
But then the 5 months passed, and the icy loneliness took her place
Why didn’t you want anyone to listen?
Only one lover your entire life, what a true romantic
In such a harsh world
The spirits couldn’t wash away the loneliness
Oh the spirits couldn’t wash away the loneliness
Wash away the loneliness
They just washed you away
The wave swept you out of your room
Into a grave, on the same side of Paris, you had always been.
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A World All Blue
03:31
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Why should I dream?
When so many aren’t as lucky, why would the world choose me?
Why should I love, if you’ll be only the person I could ever dream of
It's black and white through my eyes away from you
If you up and left, my world would be all blue
All blue
Why shouldn’t I run, give me one good reason that I shouldn’t flee this ugly town
Why do I write?
When its all just self-indulgent, even I don’t care about myself
It’s different faces, same traits.
Insidious smiles on acne-scarred faces.
Scarred faces.
What's wrong with me?
I only find comfort in the fleeting things
What’s wrong with you?
Why can’t you see yourself the way that I do
I don’t act the way I should,
But I won’t ever leave you, I never could
Be with me, through all the troubles
And ill be with you
Be with me, through all the troubles
And ill be with you
Be with me, through all the troubles
And ill be with you
Be with me
And ill be with you
All blue
I feel all blue
Without
You
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Childhood Summer
04:03
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Run down to the sandy shore, and race into the water
We used to never notice the plastic peeking through the sand
The sunset is the indicator to go home after a long day
With family or friends, swimming to our heart's content
Calm people walk past,
and dogs excited to be alive, run incredibly fast
What if we never went home
We lived at this beach, in a tent, where society can’t catch us?
What if we never went home
And never got older.
Forever this same summer.
Give me one good reason it should end
So passionate we write in our diaries, about the joys and annoyances of the day
All of our favourite toys on the bed so none of them are left out
We’d add to the now untouched photo albums, who uses those nowadays?
We all know that of course, we’ll get whatever dream we want when we’re older.
The only challenge is deciding on one, the rest should be fun
I was so afraid of heights nothing scared me more than stairs,
Or the dark at night, in my own bedroom and the monsters I could so easily imagine.
From under my safe blanket
What if we never went away
We lived in this same house, where loneliness won’t reach us?
What if we never went away
And never got older.
Does that really have to happen someday?
My youth isn't a permanent state?
Don’t let go of my hand
Oh please hug me again
Let's put on our favourite movie at the couch
Or remind me of a funny memory
Don’t let go of my hand
Oh brush my hair behind my ear
Mum and dad, will I really leave here one day?
Will these days be a distant happy haze?
This summer is forever
Don’t let go of my hand
Oh please hug me again
Don’t let go of my hand
Oh brush my hair behind my ear
Oh say you love me again
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A Story of Lovers
03:59
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Lucky to Love
02:59
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We looked out at the starry sky out my window
And you fall asleep falling my hand, the sweetest thing you’ve ever done
And now we’re hugging in the supermarket on New Years' Eve
It’s my third holidays with you
We’re so lucky to love
Other species don’t in the way we do
Always special and new
Even when it’s tough
We are the lucky ones
Always having people to call on
The beer bottles and party remains are already thrown away
Even these simple tasks are easier with you
The New Years' day phenomenon, nothing do,
But knowing a whole year of doing
I’m content here on the couch with you
We’re so lucky to love
Other species don’t, in the way we do
Always special and new
Even when its tough
We are the lucky ones
Always having people to call on
Please take me up on my offer,
Please spill your feelings to me, whenever need to be
I’ll always love you, if you let me
I’ll always love you, if you let me
We are the lucky ones
We are so lucky to love
We showed each other how
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Bridget Allan Melbourne, Australia
Bridget Allan is an indie/jazz-influenced singer-songwriter from the Mornington Peninsula. She is currently studying for a Bachelor of Music at the University of Melbourne, specialising in Jazz & Improvisation. Bridget’s most significant musical influences are Jeff Buckley and Florence + The Machine. ... more
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