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Power

by Erika Lloyd

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1.
Stay Awake 04:25
Wake up, wake up. Unplug, unplug. There's a painted garden outside, not an empty place or empty person. My imagination is wider, than this silly reflection I'm given. Open senses, wider eyes. Open senses, wider eyes. But the pain has now arrived, so I go inside. Stay awake stay awake you don't have to be someone else's dream you just have to stay. Stay awake stay awake you don't have to see what they believe to be you just have to stay. Turn it off to wake up turn it off to wake up turn it off
2.
Breaking In 03:58
Breaking in on Heaven is fun urbanized utopia romanticized class system American dream of the young. Waiting for the power to break. When they blink, they'll make a mistake, and let us in. And let us in. Suddenly, we're all in this together. Sadly, feeling alone. Lie to me, and tell me of tomorrow, when all you know is of today. Look at all your beautiful stuff. I'm so impressed. I can't get enough. I'll pour it on, 'cause that's what you love. After all, it's part of the job. We are just a young doe-eyed pair, coming from the middle of nowhere. We've never seen riches, like what we've seen here. Ha! That' a lie and I really don't care. Really don't care. Really don't care. Really don't care. Suddenly, the floor drops out beneath you. Sadly, you've nowhere to go. Everything that you thought belonged to you: Actually, you belong to. So, I'll go next door, where they pay their jesters in cash. You figure it out, with your tail between your legs. Joke's on you, but it is on me too. I'd never survive, without the privileged few. Breaking in on Heaven is fun urbanized utopia romanticized class system American dream of the young.
3.
I will love you until I die. Don’t ask why. When our muscles, feel like glue, don’t ask me to move. Washing off a film strip of fantasy and broken dreams. Bleaching out what I’d rather not see: the people I’d rather be, I’ll have what their having. I will love you until I die. Don’t ask why. I could take my exit, but I won’t honey. You could make a great escape. Please don’t, honey. It’s not easy, and it never will be, but you’re all I need. When you feel me start to cry, don’t ask why.
4.
Turn Around 04:25
I walk behind you. I follow your stride, barely getting closer one step at a time. Feeling braver than yesterday, I’ll be yours. I’ll be yours. Why does life have to be this way? When I’m sure. I’m so sure. I have to remind myself not to get wrapped up with someone else. Why can’t you just turn around? Turn around? Is it hard? Is it hard? Is it hard to tell you what I need to tell you? Why can’t I get you to turn around?... Feeling braver than yesterday, I’ll be yours. I’ll be yours. Why does life have to be this way? When I’m sure. I’m so sure. I have to remind myself not to get wrapped up with someone else. Why can’t you just turn around? Turn around? Is it hard? Is it hard? Is it hard not adding my own breathing to the melody too? Why can’t I get you to turn around?...
5.
Power 04:24
High, or low, I’m having trouble drawing a line between brutal and beautiful. Would you mind? Could you oblige letting me talk tonight? Real, or not, it doesn’t matter for the story I write. I’m walking around and I find my life under the city light. Now, I’ve gone and done it: thrown a coin in the fountain woke up Poseidon. Dreaming of a goddess, who did the same thing, who’s best friend was “believing.” Standing proud, both hands out, and the biggest smile because she knows it now: Power, power, Lady’s got power. For to be truly free, she must tell you what she needs with no apologies: Power, power, Lady’s got power. Look up. The sky is so much larger than you. You’re awfully tiny when you look at the truth. What have you done with your youth? She says, “It’s not always pretty, but whatever is? Be what you need to be, always. You’ll have ‘em eating out of your hands.” Now, she’s gone and done it: I’m captured, being held under water. Seeing things I never thought existed, she made them happen. Standing proud, both hands out and the biggest smile because she knows it now: Power, power, Lady’s got power. For to be truly free she must tell you what she needs with no apologies: Power, power, Lady’s got power.
6.
After silence, after rain, Oh, Spirit, Don’t go away again. I have hope and I have the memory of pain. We are all children. That remains the same, but this big city was built for some terrible games. Well, I still have hope through the memory of pain. Ya, I still have hope through the memory of pain. -instrumental- You’ve got your prison. I’ve got my light. You’ve got some ego and I put up a fight. Well, you think you know it all and I also think I might. Step into the ring. Let’s go around again, with sour faces in the audience. Well, let me see what you, what you think you can bring. Ya, let me see what you, what you think you can bring. Bring it. Bring it. I feel as small as the head of a pin. I think that makes you feel good. I think you got your win. Well, I still have hope from this position I’m in. And after all this you ask me how I’m doin’. I can’t believe it: You ask me how I’m doin’. Well, I still have hope through the memory of pain. Ya, I still have hope through the memory of pain.
7.
Find solace in similar stories to your own, in songs you hear. Find solace in similar stories to your own, in songs you know. Cry, when singer cries, when singer cries, when singer cries Smile, when singer smiles, when singer smiles, when singer smiles. Wake, wake me up from the numb. Take my hand. I don’t want to be tearless. Don’t give me soma and tell me, “Nobody wants another sad girl.” I’d rather be, rather see, honestly. Please sing to me. Sing with me. Lull me to sleep. Friends are posters on wall. They know it all. They know where it’s at. Alone, having a ball, dancing with all the backups and acrobats. Backups and acrobats. Talk, who wants talk? I want to be forced into emotions I have ignored: can’t say out loud anymore. So, pour it on me. Pull my heart strings. Wake, wake me up from the numb. Take my hand. I don’t want to be tearless. Don’t give me soma and tell me, “Nobody wants another sad girl.” Find solace in similar stories to your own, in songs you hear. Find solace in similar stories to your own, in songs you know.
8.
I know why I run: to be on top of the world, to be on top of the world. I’ve waited my whole life to meet you my child, to meet you my child. In dreams I’ve seen, I know why. Though I try, I swear I, can’t get it right. Hundreds of women crying out through one, out through one. It is the difference between whole and broken, whole and broken. In dreams I’ve seen, I know why. Though I try, I swear I, can’t get it right. If I give up delusion, I will be nothing. But, what good is gold, if I grow old, sharing it with no one? I know why I run: to be on top of the world, to be on top of the world.
9.
My Machine 04:41
When thoughts of the end entered her head, her hand was steady, ready. Happy again, simultaneously deeply sad, “Mind or body, don’t know which one haunts me. I am a machine. I am a machine. I am a machine.” Commentators came out. What were they writing about? He wasn’t oblivious to their business. “Do I need to impress to find my bliss? It’s just that I’ve noticed what success is. I’m just a machine. I’m just a machine. I’m just a machine.” I didn’t make this, create this, but I’ll live it, give it my machine. You can have my machine. Promise, for purpose, you’ll tell me my service please. Please. Why am I a machine? Around they go. Where they stop nobody knows. It seems endless until it ends. When lullabies don’t get them sleep at night, they ask, “Why?” “Am I am machine? Am I a machine? Why am I a machine?” I didn’t make this, create this, but I’ll live it, give it my machine. You can have my machine. Promise, for purpose, you’ll tell me my service please. Please. Why am I a machine?
10.
How long am I gonna wait boy? I’m not going home alone. Please tell me that you need me a little bit, want me a little bit more, and when I run so fast to catch up with you, holding on to your balloon, don’t soar so far ahead of me, cause I want to be a balloon with you boy. You can say as much as you want to, but you need me as much as I need you. You talk till you’re blue in the face and you don’t make plans because you always erase them. Billy, I’m blue. Your Billy’s blue, what will you do?
11.
Always 03:55
I might not be right beside you but hey, I can build a paper plane and fly to wherever you went when the wind blew, wherever your flame still flickers through. I’m with you always. You’re part of me for Heaven’s sake. Heaven is a place, where I’m with you always. Though, it’s not the same as face to face, that’s okay, okay. I know we are from the same star. Our souls danced to the rhythm of one mutual heart. It doesn’t matter to me how far apart we are. All that matters to me is that I was lucky to know you at all. I’m with you always. You’re part of me for Heaven’s sake. Heaven is a place, where I’m with you always. Though, it’s not the same as face to face, that’s okay, okay. I hope you’re okay. I need you to know you can’t be replaced. I’m with you always. You’re part of me for Heaven’s sake. Heaven is a place, where I’m with you always.

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released September 18, 2015

All words and music by Erika Lloyd, ASCAP
String Arrangements by Brad Whiteley

Erika Lloyd - Vocals, Piano, Wurlitzer, Fender Rhodes, Clavinet
Brad Whiteley - Synthesizer, Hammond Organ, Accordion
Cameron Mizell - Guitar
Max Tholenaar-Maples - Drums, Electronic Percussion
Yoed Nir - Cello, With Additional String Performances by Yoed Nir String Productions
Rob Hecht - Violin
Adam Minkoff - Bass
Bryce Goggin - Engineer, Mixing, Producer
Adam Sachs - Engineer
Fred Kevorkian - Mastering
Ventiko - Photography

Recorded at Trout Recording Studio in Brooklyn, NY

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Classically trained with a strong pop sensibility, Erika Lloyd creates dreamy original indie pop: ranging from haunting moments full of strong imagery, to quirky, innocent, and danceable feels.

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