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Am I Lost
04:44
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Please stop talking
There's nothing left to say
When I cannot bear to go
When you cannot stand to stay
Am I lost or am I losing you
When silence crowds the bed
You won't even say goodnight
And there's nothing more to say
And you cannot make it right
Am I lost or am I losing you
Why am I to face my flaws
Down the barrel of your gun
When I should just walk away
But I'm not one to run
Am I lost or am I losing you
So I sit here in your chair
And talk till your time is up
And I feign I'm feeling fine
But my thoughts won't ever stop
Am I lost or am I losing you
I feel I'm always losing
Though you say you're here to stay
I have the winning hand
Yet I fold and walk away
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2. |
Black on White
05:12
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I wrote his name on a thin piece of paper
Tossed it away in the wind
Never spoke of him after
Only he and I knew of my sins
I wrote his name in black on white
I used my favourite pen
I thought if ever we were meant to be
I would see him again
My hands trembled as I wrote his name
I recited the words in my mind
I whispered them softly, so no one could hear
Sang his name to the night
Black on white
His name I write
Give him back to the night
Then the wind carried my words down to the river
Wiped the letters away
Carried my writing downstream
Black dissolved into grey
Slowly I forgot, how to speak his name
Forgot how he muttered mine
Forgot how to write, forgot how to sing
Forgot how to remember anything
Black on white
His name I write
Give him back to the night
Now the wind blows late at night
Storms carry clouds full of rain
With sighs and with whispers,
And forgotten kisses
And letters that spell out his name
And my legs cave while he stands tall
See me stumble till I fall
His wasn't my name to call
I guess I never knew him at all
Black on white
His name I write
Give him back to the night
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I've seen so many stations
With every boarded train
Every deserted platform
I've never felt the same
A flower on an empty bench
A history that came and went
How he was waiting for a train
That never came,
it never came
I've seen so many places
With every boarded train
Every deserted platform
They all felt the same
A thousand steps between the tracks
Between my love and I
Between the cracks,
There’s nothing left
Between my love and I (3x)
I've seen so many faces
With every boarded train
Every deserted platform
They all looked the same
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4. |
Paper and Pen
03:10
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I sit myself down in my room
I light a candle for the mood
I have my paper and my pen
For it is time to write again
I haven't written but a line
I wipe it out and spend some time
To look outside up to the sky
To find the words that make me rhyme
And if I never find the words
Does that mean that I won't ever
Write a song just like the first?
I have a chorus not a verse
I have the honesty that hurts
I have a melody that works
I am in a mood to introvert
If I don't find the will to write
Will I wait till the mood feels right?
Will I sit here and fold my pen?
Or do I simply start again
So I'll sit down until they come
I will not sit here for too long
I'll pour my thoughts into this song
Please don't distract me till I'm done
And if I never find the words
Does that mean that I won't ever
Write a song just like the first?
I have a chorus not a verse
I have the honesty that hurts
I have a melody that works
I have the mood to introvert
And if I show these words of mine
I'd like to thank you for your time
But don't ask me about my rhyme
For it is no one's truth but mine
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5. |
Dark Places
03:12
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We know where true fear lives
It hides in basements
All the dark places
Of our youth
It casts a spell
When we try to sleep
So we beg you not to leave
We beg you not to leave
We know where true pain lives
It hides under beds
In the dark shadows
Of our youth
And raised voices
When we try to sleep
As she begged you not to leave
She begged you not to leave
We know where real tears shed
They drenched pillows
All the weeping willows
Of our youth
And your mother's voice
Rocked you to sleep
And you begged her not to leave
You begged her not to leave
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6. |
Closed Doors
03:46
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On the floor
there’s a box filled with pictures
In the attic
where you used to play
Everything tied
to a bottle of wine
That you tried
but could not put away
In the room
that was filled with your laughter
Stands a chest
once tall and wide
But as you reach
for a moment in time
It's as empty
as you feel inside
As empty
as you feel inside
So you close all the doors
you've walked through before
As the man you once were
doesn't live there no more
Gone with the lovers
who got out the game
You never won,
but you played anyway
The dice that you rolled
couldn't predict your fate
The gun is loaded
with the lives that it takes
The woman you married
well she got away
You get it now
but you know it's too late
The trees in the garden
bow as you pass
Shed their old leaves and
raindrops in the grass
The wind gently touches your
now silver hair
You never got old,
until it was there
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7. |
Out of My Mind
03:42
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I heard the rain start coming down
I heard it when it touched the ground
I smelled the earth and felt the wind
I let it erase everything
Oooh oooh oooh
I thought of you then let it go
I thought I'd call to let you know
But I know better than to waste your time
I'm not the one who's on your mind
Whoohoo whoohoo's on your mind
The water ran into the soil
My feet cold on the ground below
The bed of flowers drank it in
They blossom before the storm begins
Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh get out of my mind
I told myself there is no use
To bet when you can't bear to lose
For it will surely run you down
The wheel spins till it comes around
Oooh oooh oooh oooh I'm out of my mind
And soon now you'll forget to feel
In the spring you'll start to heal
And when the sun comes out to shine
Soak it in and you'll be fine
Oooh oooh oooh oooh get out of my mind
Like flowers grow upon the dirt
You will blossom from the hurt
And like a flower you will rise
And you will grow to such a size
Oooh oooh oooh oooh you're out of my mind
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8. |
City Lights
05:14
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Up high in the sky where the black birds fly
The branches of tall trees wave in the wind
There's hope and there's promise, wisdom and faith
That all your sadness be washed with the rain
You build a fire to keep yourself warm
The flames dance as they creep on the floor
If not for the autumn they'd consume us all
But sometimes things only rise when they fall
I can see the city lights from up here
And the stars look so clear
A bird sings let's all disappear
For we are, but we're not really here
There's something magical about the smell of burnt wood
Smoke, soothing crackle heal as they should
Leaves into ashes, ashes to dirt
Plant a new story then bury the hurt
I can see the city lights from up here
And the stars look so clear
A bird sings let's all disappear
For we are, but we're not really here
Soon a new tree waves its arms in the wind
A bird sings his songs as it sits on its limbs
Up here it is clear that a new day shall form
Breathe in the fresh air that comes after the storm
I can see the city lights from up here
And the stars look so clear
A bird sings let's all disappear
For we are, but we're not really here
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9. |
In Time
04:41
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How did you become so broken,
how do you mend what isn’t right?
Every time you see your shadow,
you’re afraid to face the light
Every truth you've ever spoken,
somehow turns into a lie
Every low you've ever battled,
only justifies your highs
There’s a window in a frame,
in a house that has your name
The pieces that were shattered
somehow you glued back again
Though the house is left vacated
and shutters shut in shame
You thought you would be different,
but you still turned out the same
Darling in time
Maybe you will find
This road is just right
By the lake you see your footprints,
you tread softly in the sand
You draw a line so clearly
using nothing but your hands
You still manage to cross it
and you fail to understand
Why you live within your boundaries
while others make your plans
Darling in time
Maybe you will find
This road is just right
With your toes you touch the water,
the ground cold under your feet
How you long to have that feeling,
how you long to feel complete
With your lungs you breathe the thin air
as slowly you proceed
Somehow you lost that feeling
when you failed to stop the bleed
Darling in time
Maybe you will find
This road is not right
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10. |
His Love
03:46
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Truth is overrated in a time when love is lost
You ask for all the answers but don't realise the cost
And as you turn the pages of the book that is your mind
What is it you seek outside yourself, and is it right?
A carefully painted picture so cracks never appear
You sense a new beginning, cause you know the end is near
He stubbornly holds your hand, and prays he's wrong not you
You blame yourself for all that's wrong, but know it isn't true
His love comes at a price you can't afford to pay
And every word so softly spoken you can't look away
And everything you've ever been
Can't stop what is happening
Your love it got the best of him
Your love it got a hold on him
And you cannot let go of him
You sit inside in the rocking chair your father made for you
You swing and swing remembering, but can't tell tales from truths
And as you run inside your mind, chasing words you'll never say
You breathe to live but fail to notice, time it ticks away
Your love comes at a price he can't afford to pay
And every word you say just makes him turn away
And everything you've ever been
Can't stop what is happening
Your love it got the best of him
Your love it got a hold on him
And you cannot let go of him
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11. |
It’s Me
03:57
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It's me, it's me, it's who I'll be
It's you, it's me, not what you see
For what I've shown,
I've bared my bones
I'm buried deep, my fractured soul
It's you, it's you, it's who I knew
It's me, not you, not what you do
For who you've known,
has turned to stone
The burning flame, the candle blown
I fought the war inside myself
And in the dark I've hidden well
The pages torn then burnt to dust
Reveal myself to you I must
It's you, it's me, but where are we
If it's not me then who is she
The world I knew before
Is not my world anymore
The truth is not an empty page
Many stories, ache and age
Write them down, wipe them out
Whisper them, then scream out loud
I love you, but I love me more
I am here, but who am I for
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12. |
Sleep Now
03:34
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Sleep now
For the child is gone
And in your dreams fear not
What I’ve done wrong
In the morning I regret
That I heard your song
But my body craved you
When I've slept so long
Sleep now
For your mother's lied
In her dreams she dances
But her feet are tied
And her nights were taken
By the men admired
She once loved the body
She was told to hide
Sleep now
For I know you're worn
Like the clothes in the cupboard
Near the bedroom door
Like the day I slipped
On the bathroom floor
I feel hurt but I'll make sure
I won't hurt you more
Sleep now
For the day will come
Where the hours aren't numbered
By what I've become
A stranger in my body
And my fingers numb
Oh how I long to be remembered
By at least someone
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Here the hand you begged to follow
Here the hand that dragged you down
Down the path that led to nowhere
Down the path and out of town
Down the path that left you struggle
Here the hand that spins you 'round
Here the eyes that once seduced
Here the eyes now left to cry
Every drop squeezed from the body
Every teardrop from the eye
In the dawn they took you wander
And you wouldn't question why
Here the lips that touched your mouth
Here the words that touched your soul
Every sentence, every letter
Everything you can't control
In the air that's filled with nothing
What you don't know, you don't know
Here the arms that held your body
Here the arms that drew you near
Drew you closer, pushed you further
Held you down and left you here
Come they said we will protect you
From everything you choose to fear
Here the mind, here the reason
Here the reason, here the rhyme
Everything that keeps you guessing
When you're running out of time
And your feet no longer searching
For you wouldn't even try
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Joyce Prescher Melbourne, Australia
Joyce Prescher is a Melbourne based singer-songwriter originally from the
Netherlands.
Slowly but steadily, Joyce has been making a name for herself in the Americana and folk scene.
One easily picks up on her love of 70s music yet is left wondering just who she reminds you of. But never mind. And if you didn’t feel anything yet, she is sure to make you feel things.
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