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The Fear is Real
04:39
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Oh, it seems the path is clear
My hand is tied to your dear,
And I see the path unfolding,
It's not ideal, but it's the hand we're dealt
Oh, It seems that I am still Afraid of tis world,
And you call me a little kid with little kid fears in my head
All of those nights what I spent hiding under bed sheets
Trying to keep the monsters out while I slept
All of those nights what I spent sleeping with the lights on,
Trying to keep the darkness at bay while I slept
As we grow we earn these little things are just myths and dreams,
But the more that I learn, I'm not so sure
Maybe these stories were meant to protect us from the real danger out there
All of those nights what I spent hiding under bed sheets
Should have been thinking of ways to steel my heart
All of those nights what I spent sleeping with the lights on,
Should have been thinking of plan B for when you left me in the dark
Dear, I am here to tell you,
The fear is real
The fear is real
Dear I am here to tell you,
The fear is real
The fear is real
As we grow we earn these little things are just myths and dreams,
But the more that I learn, I'm not so sure
Maybe these stories were meant to protect us from the real danger out there
Dear, I am here to tell you,
The fear is real
The fear is real
Dear I am here to tell you,
The fear is real
The fear is real
Oh, keep holding my hand dear
Though the path is clear
And oh, though things are not ideal,
I will go willingly as long as you are her with me
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2. |
It Gets Worse
03:17
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I was fine, solid in my solitude,
But then your shiny bright eyes started moving toward mine
Heat of breath, fingers intertwined,
Apples, I don't know why
Oh oh, oh oh, oh no
It gets worse everyday
It gets worse everyday
Can't control this heart of mine, though I've tried
It seems its in the grip, of something dire
Certain doom will only become of this still I continue
Here I am trading songs for apples, I don't know why
Oh oh, oh oh, oh no
It gets worse everyday
It gets worse everyday
Like a sickness, single minded me
I'd like to fulfill all your needs
Like a sickness, single minded me
I'd do anything if only you'd be sweet
Oh oh, oh oh, oh no
It gets worse everyday
It gets worse everyday
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3. |
Something New
03:36
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I got sick of looking in the mirror and seeing the same face
I got sick of seeing someone I don't know
I got sick of singing the same words day after day
So I thought, I would write something new
I don't know where this leads
And I don't care, but you sure as hell better get away from me
I got sick of seeing someone I don't recognize
I got sick of scolding myself for being too nice
What kind of world is this, where the ones who pick up trash are the ones who've lost their minds? Have you lost your mind?
I got sick of trying to fit into the world's goddamn mold for me
I got sick of the narrow reflection sent back at me
All of these words don't seem to know me any better than you do
I got sick of being someone else's prize
I know that bravery is only way to survive, but the flames of such run so high you're lucky of you get out alive.
Smash all the mirrors, don't need to see you no more, I said smash all the mirrors, don't need to see you no more, smash all the mirrors and grind them to dust, smash all the mirrors and I will,
Become something new
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4. |
Bones
04:25
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I fear, you'll never hear the tension inside of me
So I keep singing until release
It's only there when I'm aware, in the morning things are calm
Then we move on and forget, we begin out charade of searching
It's always something else and I am sickened by the skins shed, my past sincerities
It's always something else, and I am sickened by the skins to come
I long to find a warmth to fill my holes and mend my cold, but in my mind the warmth pursues the end when we're all bones, when we're all bones
I fear, you'll never hear the tension inside of me
So I keep singing though the words escape
It's always something else and never in ourselves to provide serenity and I am sickened ashamed of my skin, but I've no complaints
I'm merely seeking out a light to fill my holes and mend my cold I merely long to be the light that warms your bones that warms your bones
I'm merely seeking out a light to fill my holes and mend my cold I merely long to be the light that warms your bones that warms your bones
The dark man lies he tries to pervade my actions but I refuse I'd rather be cold than delusional
So he steals my peach habitually, every morning
I'm merely seeking out a light to fill my holes and mend my cold I merely long to be the light that warms your bones that warms your bones
I'm merely seeking out a light to fill my holes and mend my cold I merely long to be the light that warms your bones that warms your bones
I fear, you'll never hear the tension inside of me
So I keep singing until release
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5. |
Goodbye Lily
02:53
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Goodbye Lily, won't be seeing you no more
Our time's come to a close, never be the way it was before
Goodbye Lily, though we once were close
But as it always goes, just not the same no more
So I'll fail to mention that you're hiding there
Keep it locked away, watch it fade into dust
I'll fail to mention that you once were there
Pile lies on lies soon enough becomes the truth
Goodbye Lily, though I once loved you so
I will never forget how many times you saved me
Goodbye Lily, no it's not the end of days
But we can never grow if we just stay the same
I'll fail to mention that you took my heart
Keep it locked away, watch it fade into dust
I'll fail to mention, our tangled past
Keep it under wraps no one will be the wiser
you will fade away, I'll pretend I never met you
If our paths cross one day, I'll pretend I never met you
I'll fail to mention that you took my heart
Keep it locked away, watch it fade into dust
I'll fail to mention, our tangled past
Keep it under wraps no one will be the wiser
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Honesty+Bravery
05:01
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There's a lot of hard things that need to be said
So I wrapped them up in the most comforting thing I know
The first thing that I learned, do mi sol mi do
And it ain't let me down this far
I was born the dangerous kind
Everything I touch ends up wrong
I was born the unbelonging kind
There will never be a person or place to call my own
But if I have Honesty and Bravery
If I have Honesty and Bravery
For to save my heart
There's a darkness what lives in my soul
And it eats me up from the inside out
Sometimes the loneliness drive me to crave
Someone, just anyone to keep near
That's no way to survive as the bearer of all hurt
Maybe this can be our middle ground
Maybe this can be our middle ground
But If I have Honesty and Bravery
If I have Honesty and Bravery
For to save my heart
Take off those cloths, put your heart right next to mine
And now you know nothing good can come from my kind
Take off those cloths, put your heart right next to mine
Now that you know, maybe if we see it coming we can make time
If I have Honesty and Bravery
If I have Honesty and Bravery
For to save my heart
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Instrumental
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8. |
Secret Place
04:10
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My heart flutters, with the rustling wind
And the grass tingles, at my back
Under starry skies, not a single sound
Except my heightened breath, never to be found
ooo
In a secret place
There is water lapping along the shore
And drinks clinking, at a party we ignore
At the thinnest part of reality
I jump into the deep
ooo
In a secret place
There's a city of ice, and it's melting by my eye
There's a temple in the jungle, and it's burning by my sight
Don't bother looking you will never find it
I keep it hidden
ooo
My heart flutters, with the rustling wind
And the grass tingles, at my back again
Under starry skies, not a single sound
Except my heightened breath, never to be found
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Aisling Austin, Texas
Aisling plays guitar and sings. Raised in rural Nevada, she now lives in Austin, TX.
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