1. |
State of the Union
02:43
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I write my feelings in the stars, to get them off my chest -
A constellation of the sentiment that I've repressed.
It's a cliché, and so I just can't tell if you're impressed,
But pen and ink are understated, so I must digress.
I'd carve them into stone, if only I possessed the tools.
Adolescent impunity; our laughter, as we bend the rules.
The ironic sanity of those who chose to play the fool,
In their disobedient questioning of the jurisdiction of the cruel.
I bleed the burden of my thoughts, with every fractured word.
Touched to see your opinion of me has yet to be completely deterred.
I know my thoughts aren't what the modern world would have preferred,
Yet we revel in our personal circus of the absurd.
This is my catharsis;
The emotion I've withheld.
It's my catharsis;
A breath of life exhaled.
It's my catharsis;
A euphoric release.
It's my catharsis -
Please, let it bring me peace.
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2. |
Laisteridge Lane
03:34
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I pulled into the station,
In this town of dead end dreams.
Walked past my old best friend,
And he doesn't even recognise me.
Although there's nothing left for me here anymore,
That still doesn't make this easy.
Because I'm tired of saying goodbye,
And I hope that someday I might find
Something that might last a little bit longer,
But at least for now, I'm a little bit stronger.
I walk right past the fountain,
And up the same old hill,
Probably the last time
That I ever will.
Past my old college,
And up to Laisteridge Lane;
Return my keys, and suddenly,
It all becomes real.
Because I'm tired of saying goodbye,
And I hope that someday I might find
Something that might last a little bit longer,
But at least for now, I'm a little bit stronger.
This is the city that I hoped to call my home,
But now my memories lie in a skip,
Next to the friends, and the promises I've outgrown.
They all somehow gave me the slip.
Because I'm tired of saying goodbye...
Because I'm tired of saying goodbye,
And I hope that someday I might find
Something that might last a little bit longer,
But at least for now, I'm a little bit stronger.
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3. |
The Author
03:35
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I thought my faith in fairytales had long been left behind,
But your dazzling complexion, left a startling inflection
On the pages of my mind.
The story loses focus, with every chapter that I write,
But the fondest of my hopes is that you'd be right by my side.
You are a manifestation
Of subconscious creation,
You are a fiction come to life.
And the best of my writings,
Aren't close to as inviting,
As the light behind your eyes was
Once Upon a Time.
The fractures in my thoughts, gave birth to demons from inside,
'Till an unsuspecting maiden left them all but exorcised.
And I might not be a hero, but I cannot tell a lie,
I'll pen these verses for you, 'till the inkwell has run dry.
You are a manifestation
Of subconscious creation,
You are a fiction come to life.
And the best of my writings,
Aren't close to as inviting,
As the light behind your eyes was
Once Upon a Time.
Oh Once... Upon... a Time.
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4. |
Ever Strong
03:42
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You sit alone, and write at your desk;
Try to ignore the tightness in your chest,
As you stare into the light of the setting sun.
The day is coming to an end,
But I promise you this, my friend,
The dawning of a new life, has only just begun.
Tomorrow, you'll be far away,
But I promise you'll be okay,
Because we will always be here, holding on.
You'll find the strength to make a brand new start,
Inside the beating of your beautiful heart,
And I know you will stay, ever strong.
As the burden of distance sets in,
You can slowly start to begin,
To armour your heart with the things you've grown to know.
You're never going to be alone,
No matter where you call your home.
You've come so far, and you've got so far to go.
Tomorrow, you'll be far away,
But I promise you'll be okay,
Because we will always be here, holding on.
You'll find the strength to make a brand new start,
Inside the beating of your beautiful heart,
And I know you will stay, ever strong.
Tomorrow, you'll be far away,
But I promise you'll be okay,
Because we know you will stay,
Ever Strong.
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5. |
Unclear
04:33
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I'm confined with a labyrinth,
That doesn't seem to make any sense,
I break down the walls,
Then take the fall,
Because I always seem to come up short.
And it feels like there's no way out.
I'm incompetent; unconfident,
I've got nothing to show for the years I spent
Trying my best to not lose my head.
Fought my way through everything,
Depression, and anxiety,
Couldn't stop me, but I can't see,
A way to go from here.
Everything's so unclear.
It never seems to matter
Just how hard I work at this,
When every single day's
An opportunity I've missed.
I'm not one to complain,
So I'll just pretend I'm fine,
But honestly it feels
Like I'm running out of time.
And it feels like there's no way out.
I'm incompetent; unconfident,
I've got nothing to show for the years I spent
Trying my best to not lose my head.
Fought my way through everything,
Depression, and anxiety,
Couldn't stop me, but I can't see,
A way to go from here.
Everything's so unclear.
What will it take,
To keep my head above the water,
Long enough to see,
If I'll ever get my life in order?
And I don't know
If I'm doing this right.
Should I carry on?
I guess that I might,
At least for tonight.
And it feels like there's no way out.
It feels like there's no way out.
I'm incompetent; unconfident,
I've got nothing to show for the years I spent
Trying my best to not lose my head.
Fought my way through everything,
Depression, and anxiety,
Couldn't stop me, but I can't see,
A way to go from here.
Everything's so unclear.
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Aaron Hastings Newcastle Upon Tyne, UK
North East DIY Acoustic Punk est. 2015
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