1. |
Numb
03:42
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Look into yourself
What do you not know?
Hold your hand tight
Don't let go
(I can only see the silence
I can only see the empty space)
What can't you see?
What's holding you still?
Sear your hand in the fire
Do you feel the pain?
Your blood burning hot
A bruised black stain
Or is it all just numb?
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2. |
Game
03:40
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Mouse on a wheel
Running a pretend race
synthetic, worn
Feed me enough to feel real
I won’t ask for more
Silver bars
Bend and change directions
At perfect angles;
Embrace me
In metallic affection
I don’t leave
Playing your game
All this time
I never asked why
I wanted to win
Too shy to ask
About these needles,
Electric shocks
I am the task
below ticking clocks
Grow me right
Mouth cut into thirds
Hard questions
Can’t be tried
Without words
Playing your game
All this time
I never asked why
I wanted to win
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3. |
Interlude
01:31
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4. |
Broken Mirrors
04:40
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I close my eyes
I drift away
Feel my lungs
Rise and fall all on their own
No longer anchored to my bones
I linger behind
And watch a pair of eyes
Scan a mirror
All on their own
Like breathing;
Like they know
In the glass she blurs
Like a doll,
Tossed and turned
And I wonder
How much longer
I can just stand here
And observe
Take me by the hand
We’ll run away
Till the world is far behind
Find a land with an entry fee of a lost mind
Be free of this skin
And see the woman you never really wanted to be
Picking at yourself in the glass
Your one last plea
Oh
Is that me?
Walk the city streets with the spying walls
Where the blinking eyes have control
Someone carved them deep into the sides of your skull
It’s hard to fend them off when they’ve made the lights so dull
Tightening fists and twisted figures
Pretty faces and broken mirrors:
Those ones you never trust cos they always seem to lie
When it’s really not you that’s staring back into your eyes
Oh
But is it really the mirror who lies?
Or am I
The broken one
Take me by the hand
We’ll run away
Till the world is far behind
Find a land with an entry fee of a lost mind
Be free of this skin
And see the woman you never really wanted to be
Picking at yourself in the glass
Your one last plea
Oh
Is that me?
Oh
But is it really the mirror who lies?
Or am I
The broken one
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5. |
Philomela
02:36
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I shiver
Before the world’s
Open mouth
Our words
Pinned to walls
Twisted
In shining light
You’ll see the creases on my skin
Where the blood once ran
A face picked to pieces
By its own hands
A hundred eyes
Under my skin
Stop looking at me
Like that
Safety is a room
With walls
That listen
Safety is a room
Where she holds me:
Soft hands
That know ugly touch
Her soft hands
That know ugly touch
We are the hungry eyes
That will only see so much
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6. |
Teeth and Loud Talk
04:25
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Between concrete walls
Stamped beneath the black boots
Of black suits
And grey carpet floors
I breathe softly
In a room with no doors
Jam packed to the roof
With teeth and loud talk
Bent and breaking bodies
And pale empty eyes
All the people are crazy
All the people are crazy
Bent and broken bodies
And not a place to hide
All the people are crazy
All the people are crazy
Get me out of here
Long hours
Short nights
In a tighter room
We fight again
You’re my only friend
You’re going crazy
You weren’t before
You’re going crazy
Don’t leave me here
With no where to move or speak or sleep
Or breathe
You’re my only friend
I’m sorry
Maybe it’s me
Maybe I’m crazy
Like blood, my secrets
Are smeared across these walls
The faces fade
And I can’t tell
If any of it was real at all
Just get me out of here
(Like blood, my secrets
Are smeared across these walls
The faces fade
And I can’t tell
If any of it was real at all
I can't tell
If any of it's real)
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7. |
My Right Name
03:58
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Under glittering lights
You drink me away
Until I am nothing
Until her blurred face
Is all you see
(The room is spinning
And you are spinning with it)
Behind tired eyes
I suck this memory dry
Until I forget the date
Until you are the face
Of all the faces that I meet
(I am sinking
and the floor is sinking with me)
I sift through
Scattered conversation
Searching for the moment
I learned to swallow my words
Was it you
Who made me like this?
Folding myself into smaller sums
Begging you to forgive
What it is I’ve become
I’ll wilt under your gaze
For years to come
So will she
And all the others
And you’ll drink us all away
Yet still
I wait for the day
Where you’ll know me
And call me by my right name
I wait
I draw blood
from empty veins
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Lupa J Sydney, Australia
Melbourne based electro pop + techno producer
I write, record & produce all my own
music. I also direct & edit music videos: www.youtube.com/user/officiallupamusic
Contact:
lupajmgmt@gmail.com
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