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Poster Girl
02:26
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I can't remember what was on my walls.
My ideas were always bigger than my cupboard doors.
And I'm sure as hell, I didn't wanna be a horse.
Take my lead, I'll be your one and only, poster girl.
I promise I won't find your reflection and ask what's that about?
I promise I'll be kind when you feel despised and compromised.
I promise I won't pick a fight when you need to sleep.
I promise I won't sell you to the sponsors of your favourite team.
Take my lead, I'll be your one and only, poster girl.
Put a target on my back, if I fade don't delay.
Tell me that in your eyes, I won't decay.
Fresh-faced she cried about all the good times.
But I just smiled.
I can't give you anything you don't already have, but hey.
Take my lead, I'll be your one and only, poster girl.
This time, I'll be your poster girl.
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2. |
They Might Listen To You
02:35
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If I write the words down will you sing it, like you care, like you mean it?
How do you feel about it now, do you think you know what I'm on about?
If they won't listen to me, they might listen to you.
I'm not looking for a universal truth, I'm just trying to cut through, all the rhyming schemes and plastic dreams.
If they won't listen to me, they might listen to you.
They want it to be didactic, only if my thoughts are redacted.
Oh it's just a habit, that's how they sell it.
If you don't want a revolution, don't spin the record.
Don't make this arrow, a thorn.
If they won't listen to me, they might listen to you.
I'm not looking for a universal truth, I'm just trying to cut through, all the rhyming schemes and plastic dreams.
If they won't listen to me, they might listen to you.
It hurts a little to pass the mic, I'll stand at the back.
Someone ought to hear it, if I'm just the messenger.
Don't shoot me down, don't shoot me down.
If they won't listen to me, they might listen to you.
I'm not looking for a universal truth, I'm just trying to cut through, all the rhyming schemes and plastic dreams.
If they won't listen to me, they might listen to you.
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3. |
Late Night
02:37
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Late night, front row drama.
Let us show you around our plaza.
In the shadows with a soft serve and sharpie on our shoes.
Dyed her hair black, then bleached it, now she's scene.
Isn't her emo boyfriend so pretty?
I'd rather be heard and not scene any day of the week, but hey do your thing.
Find your seat, it won't be long.
We'll accessorise your life, personify the phantom bride.
In the shadows with a compact and sharpie on our nails.
Dyed her hair black, then bleached it, now she's scene.
Isn't her emo boyfriend so pretty?
I'd rather be heard and not scene any day of the week, but hey do your thing.
Hold the line, all we have is time.
The well of melancholy is never dry.
He's going to join her at the beach, he older and finished school.
He wears black skinny jeans as a uniform.
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How Are You Bronte?
02:27
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I never told you but you wrote my favourite song of 2008.
Did he ever hear it, did it know it was about him?
And what about your brother, I wouldn't recognise him now.
He was always around when you needed him, or so it seemed.
How are you Bronte?
It just hit me one day.
And gee I hope you're going ok.
Putting the past to shame.
Last time we chatted was through a wire fence.
Then that time at the train station we said hi, from across the road.
Do you still listen to the White Stripes?
Rachel is ok, 20 years is a long time to be friends.
Have you been to Japan yet?
How are you Bronte?
It just hit me one day.
And gee I hope you're going ok.
Putting the past to shame.
Do you still have a mainstay day dream on your pillow?
I hope this one is flesh and blood.
I remember that day you sat at the back with Zach, and held hands between your desks.
And the moments when you fainted, are you still looking for an explanation?
How are you Bronte?
It just hit me one day.
And gee I hope you're going ok.
Putting the past to shame.
How are you Bronte?
It just hit me one day.
And gee I hope you're going ok.
Putting the past to shame.
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5. |
When I Get Cold
02:23
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Street lights, nightminds.
There's a ferris wheel in my head, of all the chemicals I dread.
I want to puke, how I want you.
I try not to think about, when I get cold, when I get cold.
So the ship sailed but you're holding onto my purse.
I'm bitter and feeling rough, help me get my organs out.
I don't know how to hold myself, so your hand is too much to handle, when I get cold, when I get cold.
There's a lifetime's worth of photographs in my memory, printed out in 6 x 4.
We've been down and out, finding out what love feels like.
I don't wanna go anywhere without you, when I get cold, when I get cold.
Street lights, nightminds.
There's a ferris wheel in my head, of all the chemicals I dread.
I want to puke, how I want you.
I try to think about, when I'll get cold, when I'll get cold.
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6. |
This Feeling
03:32
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I'm bleeding from the inside out, I'm such as disappointment.
If I'm not great at something, however will I be someone?
Not so kind, I cry on the inside all the time.
Staring down the replays, filling up with rage for myself.
I feel so bruised, will someone tell when it's ok, to lose, this feeling?
The blood that runs down my leg, sometimes I still forget, how I learnt to hide it all.
I've been through it all but haven't lived at all.
Melted down I could be anything but the brand has burnt in me so deep.
Not so kind, I cry on the inside all the time.
Staring down the replays, filling up with rage for myself.
I feel so bruised, will someone tell when it's ok, to lose, this feeling?
The leeches bred in every desire, waiting for their moment to come.
My wounds are sick of weeping, it's time pull over and get rid of unwanted company.
But it's me, but it's me.
Not so kind, I cry on the inside all the time.
Staring down the replays, filling up with rage for myself.
I feel so bruised, will someone tell when it's ok, to lose, this feeling?
Never say die, always do try.
Never say die, always do try.
Stuck in a feedback loop, warm and safe in my bedroom.
Fearing the next, how am I at my best?
One foot on the brake, the other flat to accelerate.
Not so kind, I cry on the inside all the time.
Staring down the replays, filling up with rage for myself.
I feel so bruised, will someone tell when it's ok, to lose, this feeling?
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7. |
It's A New Age
02:34
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I've got all of the baggage but none of the handlers.
I've got a foothold but I'm hanging on by my teeth.
It's a new age, what a day to have a birthday.
We're all as old as we've ever been, better get on with it.
I lie asleep like the people I saw in the mass graves on TV.
Aeroplanes nose to tail, the birds make nests where they see fit.
I didn't see the irony for weeks.
It's a new age, what a day to have a birthday.
We're all as old as we've ever been, better get on with it.
Could we perhaps rehearse this?
Is it enough to reverse this?
It's ok to care, let the heroes bear their hands.
It's a new age, what a day to have a birthday.
We're all as old as we've ever been, better get on with it.
It's a new age, what a day to have a birthday.
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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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