1. |
Stay Awake
04:25
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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
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2. |
Breaking In
03:58
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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.
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3. |
Don't Ask Why
04:55
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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.
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4. |
Turn Around
04:25
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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?...
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5. |
Power
04:24
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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.
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6. |
After Silence
03:53
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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.
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7. |
Posters On Wall
04:16
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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.
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8. |
In Dreams I've Seen
04:38
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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.
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9. |
My Machine
04:41
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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?
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10. |
Billy's Balloon
04:35
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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?
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11. |
Always
03:55
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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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Erika Lloyd Brooklyn, New York
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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