Cries and whispers
fill the house
mother and father are planning their move
the demon downstairs is an inconvenience to our lives
well go ahead, scream, scream, scream, until no voice is left
you're not gonna be around much longer anyway
for now I'll do as I'm told
my parents are my voice
I have no voice of my own
I'll aim to always be God's perfect soldier
there's a tide of violence rolling in
the morning comes as quickly as the absence of sanity
sometimes I search for some hidden structure
just so I can sleep at night
a tempest of strain is heading our way
the moments of grace are slipping away
I wanna reach to the sky and be pulled to Heaven
because I can't prepare for what's to come
I'm terrified to be honest
I'm like a snowflake in the rain
I'll never make it to my true home
I'll just melt away before I hit the ground
but our family life is like a rehearsed play
it's perfect, right down to our lines
no surprises, and nothing out of script
I'm supposed to be the rock of the family
as still as the sea, as calm as the rain
I don't know what to think to anymore
murder is wrong and I refuse to take part in that
oh dear God, I can hear the roar of Hell below
I'll do what has to be done
my mind is as weak as the ocean's breeze
can you just take me away, please?
This was technically the first recording I ever did before starting my own project. A good friend of mine and I just went for it, didn't care if the sound quality was awful, and had fun. June Lake
A hushed and low-lit EP from this Melbourne musician, where dreamlike melodies drift across a bed of tender guitar. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 19, 2023