The chemicals in my brain keep telling me
That your face had the right shape
And the right way about it
And my eyes keep looking in the right direction
But my mouth cant conjure up
What to do or mention
And the sky never looked so sweet
The sun never really came out
But my brain still thought about you
And ill be thinking about you until the day
When the stars have dissipated
Into the sun and we all get sucked into a cloud
I never wanted to
Write anything about you
But my hands kept on going
And my brain kept on scratching
At my insides
And now the chemicals in my brain keep telling me
That i couldn’t watch you leave
Without melting into the floor
Now what will i do i lost my head
Into a bowl of non sense
That i think i am meant to live in
And the water never tasted so good
Drinking from the hands of an angel
Into a river flowing towards the lake
You brought me a soul and made me
Into a harp that you played
Until your hands grew numb
And i grew cold
I never wanted to
Write anything about you
But my hands kept on going
And my brain kept on scratching
At my insides
Mama says im gonna die by the age of 25
Shes worried that my guts will spill out onto her rug
And ruin all of her childhood dreams
Of always having a child to love
Mama says im gonna die by the age of 25
I speak too fast and cant keep up with myself
And she says i am gonna end up
With my dead head displayed on a shelf
Oh but maybe i
Have nothing left to live for
im so full of mush and boredom
Maybe dying by 25
Is what i was meant to do
If that's the case i might as well follow through
Mama says im gonna die by the age of 25
I spend too much time all alone in my room
im starting to leave a sweat stain on my sheets
From swimming in all this gloom
Mama says im gonna die by the age of 25
But Maybe that is how life should really end
There's nothing left to do after 25
All the time i had left has all been spent
Oh but maybe i
Have nothing left to live for
Im so full of mush and boredom
Maybe dying by 25
Is what i was meant to do
If that's the case i might as well follow through
And maybe i want to die by 25
What else is there to do?
Life is bored and im growing too old
For being able to do what i want to do
Mama says im gonna die by the age of 25
The time i had on earth has been well spent
From dying eyes to sleepless nights
What else is there to do
If im gonna die by 25
I might as well follow through
I try to write something but everything that comes out of my mouth is so sad
And everything i say or do ends up being about you or someone else
That i do not want to think abuot
I dont want to think about anything at all
No matter how many times i try there is still an edge inside my head
And it makes me feel like i am going crazy about everything
That i do not want to deal with
I ignore everything that comes my way
I apologize for every word that i say
And every pitiful sigh that i make
Im just waiting for something to slap me around
And tell me that i can probably get out of this
I cant stop making up stories to go along with events that never happened
Im trying to live everyday like the last but its all glued to the past
i cant get into any current event
I enter everyday like it was never meant to be spent
I apologize for every sad song
And everything that i have said so wrong
I just dont know how to word the things i need to say
So im writing about it every single day
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