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Your big stick little hit mentality, has stricken with morbid fantasies.
I walk through a door, then get kindly ushered out.
Why does everything they don't say, seem so loud?
How many times must I cut myself, cut myself shaving?
How many times must I cut myself, cut myself to feel dignified?
How many times must I cut myself, cut myself down to size?
How many times must I cut myself, cut myself to feel satisfied?
It's not my profession that causes digression, it's your cookie cutter care.
Your tick box education has left me empty and full of despair.
Why does everything they do, seem like a sketch on the 9 o'clock news?
How many times must I cut myself, cut myself shaving?
How many times must I cut myself, cut myself to feel dignified?
How many times must I cut myself, cut myself down to size?
How many times must I cut myself, cut myself to feel satisfied?
Your big stick little hit mentality, has stricken with morbid reality.
How many spins in a yoyo? How many times must you say so?
How many spins in a yoyo? How many times must you say so?
How many times must I cut myself, cut myself shaving?
How many times must I cut myself, cut myself to feel dignified?
How many times must I cut myself, cut myself down to size?
How many times must I cut myself, cut myself to feel satisfied?
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Hungry (demo)
02:39
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I wish I could say it's deliberate, but I just ripped it up.
All the thoughts in my head they were eating me, so I ate them.
And now we'll both go hungry.
My highs and lows are like a tropical cyclone.
A sugar rush pulls me up the mountain to the fresh air.
The climb only lasts on escalators.
You make promises like ice cubes.
You make offers I can't refuse.
Pulling and pushing me through the centrifuge.
And now we'll both go hungry.
My highs and lows are like a tropical cyclone.
A sugar rush pulls me up the mountain to the fresh air.
The climb only lasts on escalators.
I never pretended to be flawless but you sure know how to find a battleground, and kick me when I'm down.
All that advice you were giving, it was eating me, so I ate it.
And now we'll both go hungry.
My highs and lows are like a tropical cyclone.
A sugar rush pulls me up the mountain to the fresh air.
The climb only lasts on escalators.
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Hear this echo? You don't get that at home.
One more turn, one more storm, one more, one more.
Although I've found something new, theses fingers are missing you.
Out of the loop as a professional recluse, I can hear your heartbeat still.
So I, count zebras to go to sleep my memories hit me out of order and aggressively.
Great expectations, you can live with them but don't die beneath them.
Who defines your next feat? Make sure the dictionary is at your feet.
Change is never polite, but you better do what's right.
Your intentions are made to hurt me, just to let me finish myself off.
The perfect crime, promise her what she cannot find.
Great expectations, you can live with them but don't die beneath them.
Who defines your next feat? Make sure the dictionary is at your feet.
Change is never polite, but you better do what's right.
If you dig me out, I'll fill you in.
If you pull a crowd, I'll push the point.
A blunt force will never rejoice.
A faceless will has a heartless stance.
My shoes peel from the floor like velcro, staring stageside at my hero.
Driving down the mainstream like a back street.
High beam on, windows down.
Always confessing like no one is around my...
Great expectations, I can live with them but won't die beneath them.
Who defines your next feat? Make sure the dictionary is at your feet.
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Looking back you were just the first to leave, now I feel nothing.
Don't connect the dots, you know I'm in a spot.
I don't see, I don't see my best friend Joy anymore.
I don't see, I don't see my best friend Joy anymore.
I can't hear your voice if I try to hear it in my head.
That's where the trouble is, this headache is breaking me.
I don't hear, I don't hear my best friend Joy anymore.
I don't hear, I don't hear my best friend Joy anymore.
Growing up only to wilt in the heat, I tell myself I won't be beat.
As the other half, can't tell me what to eat.
I don't know, I don't know my best friend Joy anymore.
I don't know, I don't know my best friend Joy anymore.
I need another life to swallow me, I'm the saddest excuse for a party.
I didn't invite you cause it would hurt too much to hear nothing.
I don't see, I don't see my best friend Joy anymore.
I don't hear, I don't hear my best friend Joy anymore.
I don't know, I don't know my best friend Joy anymore.
Cause she's angry and she's scared.
Cause she's angry and she's scared.
Cause she's angry and she's scared, and she's looking for a friend like me, like me.
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Monkey Grip (demo)
02:18
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I jumped on the wheel tried to derail the feeling, that rules this fatality.
I feel my heart skip skip skip like stone but it never sinks.
I'd be the first to admit, I've got a monkey grip.
That day I let it slip, didn't think about it a bit.
Called up my friend Helen, she's from Melbourne, she said the mundane is what leaves a stain.
Watering the plants with tears, recycled emotions, recycled fears.
Tumbling around trying to get it out.
I'll be the first to admit, I've got a monkey grip.
That day I let it slip, didn't think about it a bit.
Called up my friend Helen, she's from Melbourne, she said the mundane is what leaves a stain.
New look, new you, used to know you.
I crave the attention, listen, listening is not the first impression granted.
Hold me dear, if you know me, if you know me.
I'll be the first to admit, I've got a monkey grip.
That day I let it slip, didn't think about it a bit.
Called up my friend Helen, she's from Melbourne, she said the mundane is what leaves a stain.
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In This Girl (demo)
03:05
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There's a smell in my fridge, there's a ticking in your bag and a crack in this girl.
There's castles of coral of beach, there's a sunset on a cloudless night and stitches in this girl.
Slowly the joy is coming over me, like icing flowing down a cake built like a tent.
I feel as light as I have done in a while, thinking about how I'm gonna make my way.
There's a school of fish dancing with you, there's a silent city singing me to sleep and a fight in this girl.
There's dreams that never sleep and nightmares that never rest, there's a world full of songs and a doubt in this girl.
Slowly the joy is coming over me, like icing flowing down a cake built like a tent.
I feel as light as I have done in a while, thinking about how I'm gonna make my way.
There's a leaf moving in a still rainforest, there's birds that are heard but never seen and a silence in this girl.
There's a promise made and a promise kept, that's 29 years don't you forget and a love in this girl.
Slowly the joy is coming over me, like icing flowing down a cake built like a tent.
I feel as light as I have done in a while, thinking about how I'm gonna make my way.
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Don't fall for the singer, they'll only tell you what you wanna hear.
Don't fall for the singer, like pale skin in the summer they'll be worse for wear.
Don't fall for the singer.
How many ways can you break a heart?
The spotlight eats him up.
That love is like fairy dust, you'll never have enough.
Don't fall for the singer, they'll only tell you what you wanna hear.
Don't fall for the singer, like pale skin in the summer they'll be worse for wear.
Don't fall for the singer.
Are you self-critical?
Can you love the reflection that lies to you?
She's always loose with the truth, which version of reality shall we choose?
Don't fall for the singer, they'll only tell you what they wanna hear.
Don't fall for the singer, like pale skin in the summer they'll be worse for wear.
Don't fall for the singer.
Is it you or them whose been short-changed?
There are more than songs in that brain.
More than the most likeable you.
Don't love an artifact they'll never react the way you want it too.
Don't fall for the singer, they'll only tell you what they wanna hear.
Don't fall for the singer, like pale skin in the summer they'll be worse for wear.
Don't fall for the singer.
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Nothing New (demo)
03:01
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It's all slipping out like ants in a sudden drought.
Watch me jump about.
Don't land before you leap, don't fall before you fight.
You know this, it's nothing new.
I wish I could see you now, I wish I could be there now.
But that's nothing new, I'm always with you.
I'm like a weed, a couple more seasons, you won't recognise me.
They say I'm sick but I'm the only one who can tell.
Don't land before you leap, don't fall before you fight.
You know this, it's nothing new.
I wish I could see you now, I wish I could be there now.
But that's nothing new, I'm always with you.
All lies, no liars here.
Don't let me say, what you want to hear.
It's all slipping out like ants in a sudden drought.
Watch me scream and shout.
Don't land before you leap, don't fall before you fight.
You know this, it's nothing new.
I wish I could see you now, I wish I could be there now.
But that's nothing new, I'm always with you.
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Dove Of Peace (demo)
02:15
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Dove of peace will we ever have enough branches to hand out?
Conflict finds it hard to move on, and sadness sings the same song.
What are we going to do, if we cannot find the glue?
To hold us together, to make us feel better.
Maybe it's the fault of the plot line, that we all seem so blind.
Do you need a voice from the sky, to make you be kind?
I think I'd rather you be left behind, sometimes.
Dove of peace will we ever have enough branches to hand out?
Conflict finds it hard to move on, and sadness sings the same song.
Hold your hope like an angry goat and maybe I'll see you at the finish line.
They make it a race, so others can spectate, their lives away.
Oh what is this, but a game?
What are we going to do, if we cannot find the glue?
To hold us together, to make us feel better.
Maybe it's the fault of the plot line, that we all seem so blind.
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Festival Of Us (demo)
02:52
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Backstage is a fairground, everyone dressed in black.
Silhouetted by the glitter walls and fake foliage.
Cut and paste your head into my dream state.
This is an island country but my heart is rumbling for you.
Generator run, midnight sun.
Vivid sights of the tunnel lights.
Scream at the top of your lungs we're not done.
Find me somewhere in the grass for the festival of us.
We are yet to be defined, we've got our own hollywood sign.
The campgrounds are mandalas from the air.
Forget Sunbury, every night here is a day dream.
The headliners appear like a rainbow, is it us or them who get the show?
The fog hangs low on the river flats where we sleep.
Can you feel the ground trembling?
Find me somewhere in the grass for the festival of us.
We are yet to be defined, we've got our own hollywood sign.
You smell like passionfruit, how many of those have you consumed?
A golden solar system hangs above.
Find me somewhere in the grass for the festival of us.
We are yet to be defined, we've got our own hollywood sign.
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Jessie Ryan-Allen Australia
Jessie Ryan-Allen is a songwriter, producer, musician and film composer. Accessible pop music with a twist, from alternative rock to experimental pop is home base.
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