1. |
It's Dark
04:04
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It's dark right from the start
Why'd I ever think it would ever be different ?
I should have know all along
I should have grown
God knows I should have grown used to it by now
So is it goodbye
Or just something in my eye
So is it goodbye
Or am I just dying inside
'Cause it's dark, so fucking dark
In my heart, so fucking dark
In my heart
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2. |
My Time
05:00
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I set out with good intentions, all I seem to feel is tension now
May I just mention I ain’t getting what I wanted from this dream ?
Maybe I should just hang up this mic and scream to myself
In this padded cell
Lately I’ve been feeling like I’m letting everybody around me down
See I promised you more than this
I said we’d start living but were still here just existing
‘Cause again I lost my footing and I fell
To the bottom of this ladder and I wish it didn’t matter but it does
Normally I’d get straight back up but
Every time I fall, ya see it’s bruising my mind
Destroying me that little more time after time
So I’m left now thinking that my only option is to quit
But I can’t even do that, there’s to much riding on it
So where does that leave me, guess I gotta keep pushing through this wall
But please, I can’t afford another fall
Help me, help me, I’m running out of time
I was late getting out the gate
I’m getting left behind
Help me, help me, give me some peace of mind
Just any kind of sign I’m not wasting this life
My time
Don’t get me wrong I do love what I do
It’s just sometimes I wish I made a different choice when I was made to choose
I wonder what life would be like if I took the nine to five
Would I still be begging ya for help or would I be fine
Just living every day with a solid routine ?
Na, I’ve always known that was never me
My spirit is free, I was born to create
I just hope I haven’t left it all a little too late
Help me, help me, I’m running out of time
I was late getting out the gate
I’m getting left behind
Help me, help me, give me some peace of mind
Just any kind of sign I’m not wasting this life
My time
My time
Help me, help me, I’m running out of time
I was late getting out the gate
I’m getting left behind
Help me, help me, give me some peace of mind
Just give me any kind of sign I’m not wasting this life
My time
My time
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3. |
Tick Tock
03:56
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Fucking tick, fucking tock
Fucking tick, fucking tock
Fucking tick, fucking tock
Fucking tick, fucking tock
Fucking tick, fucking tock
Fucking tick, fucking tock
Fucking tick, fucking tock
Fucking tick, fucking tock
I hear a tick I hear a tock but it ain’t coming from a clock
It’s that bomb in the back of my head waiting to go off
I can’t shake it, like it’s some kind of curse
There’s no point in fighting it, it only makes it worse
It’s better to embrace it, make it my friend
‘Cause let’s face it, it’ll probably be there till the end
This black cloud will follow me around
Until that tick tock sound becomes a deafening pound
Fucking tick, fucking tock
Fucking tick, fucking tock
Fucking tick, fucking tock
Fucking tick, fucking tock
Fucking tick, fucking tock
Fucking tick, fucking tock
Fucking tick, fucking tock
Fucking tick, fucking tock
It’s just relentlessly biding its time
Waiting for the moment to brutalise my mind
There’s no escape, nowhere to hide
Better keep your distance or you might get dragged along for the ride
I’m sick of asking why, there’s no use it’s just life
I try and I try not to give up the fight
The bitterness is making my mind feel corrupt
And the ticking gets louder when it’s close to erupting
Fucking tick, fucking tock
Fucking tick, fucking tock
Fucking tick, fucking tock
Fucking tick, fucking tock
Fucking tick, fucking tock
Fucking tick, fucking tock
Fucking tick, fucking tock
Fucking tick, fucking tock
Fucking tick, fucking tock
Fucking tick, fucking tock
Fucking tick, fucking tock
Fucking tick, fucking tock
Fucking tick, fucking tock
Fucking tick, fucking tock
Fucking tick, fucking tock
Fucking tick, fucking tock
I hear a tick I hear a tock but it ain’t coming from a clock
It’s that bomb in the back of my head waiting to go off
Fucking tick, fucking tock
Fucking tick, fucking tock
Fucking tick, fucking tock
Fucking tick, fucking tock
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4. |
Rhodes To Ruin
04:06
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I’ve been struggling to find the right roads to take all my life
I detour to the left, then I detour to the right
I travel on for miles thinking I finally got it right
Then I have to double back when I realise
And on the journey back I take another detour
I’m even struggling to find the place I started from
But there’s plenty more roads to choose from
So on I go
I’ve topped up on my fuel and now I’m heading for the shore
To get my fix of salty air to keep my lungs pure
I pull up at the beach but I can’t get out the door
I think I wreaked it when I kicked it in the night before
So I wind the window down and breathe as deep as I can
Convince myself I’m satisfied and hit the road again
But I’m still struggling to find them roads
‘Cause the only roads I’ve ever known are the roads to ruin
I keep on burning fuel while I’m burning daylight
Make a little pit stop, pick up the love of my life
I always did get further with her by my side
I told her, buckle up, might be a bumpy ride
We made a little headway in the middle of the night
But I think I turned left again, I should have turned right
I warned her long ago about these roads
I said, the only roads I’ve ever known are the roads to ruin
Yeah, the only roads I’ve ever known are the roads to ruin
The roads to ruin
The only roads I’ve ever known are the roads to ruin
Only roads I’ve known are these roads
The only roads I’ve ever known are the roads to ruin
The only roads I’ve ever known are the roads to ruin
Only roads I’ve known are these roads
The only roads I’ve ever known are the roads to ruin
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5. |
Beyond My Control
03:17
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Why am I always trying to justify
The things that are out of my control ?
I gotta learn to let it go
Understand that there's problems
That as much as I want to
I know deep down I'm never gonna solve
'Cause I'm just a solitary voice
Lost in the void of this chaos and the noise
And I try, I try to detach myself
But it's getting so hard and the more that I fight it
The more that I realise there's nowhere to hide
Anymore
It,s beyond my control and I could
Scream at the top of my lungs
I could protest all year long
But it's beyond my control
And I could shout as loud as I want
But my words won't penetrate a closed mind
So what's the point ?
So now I look to all the kindness in the world
And draw comfort from their selflessness
And put things in perspective once again
'Cause I know it's easy to forget
The good times when the bad times
Are followed by bad times so relentlessly
So I scour these rainy streets
For a smile on a face or a friendly little wave
Or any little sign of the goodness in humanity
It makes me be who I wanna be
Instead of clawing at a wall that's
Never gonna fall
I should know by now, what will be, will be
'Cause it,s beyond my control and I could
Scream at the top of my lungs
I could protest all year long
But it's beyond my control
And I can shout as loud as I want
But my words won't penetrate a closed mind
So whats the point ?
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6. |
Aftermath
04:03
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Battered, bruised, bewildered, confused
I snooze, I lose, passed by, refused
I drink, I sink, I smoke, I choke
I smile, I joke, I become the joke
I should take some time out to laugh
I could use the head space to learn
Instead of looking in the mirror at the aftermath
Of all my wrong turns
I'm modest, I boast, I give more than most
I'm best as the guest, worst as the host
I'm loved, I'm hated, I'm sober, I'm wasted
I hide, I take it, I genuinely fake it
I should take some time out to laugh
I could use the head space to learn
Instead of looking in the mirror at the aftermath
Of all my wrong turns
I'm blessed, I'm rested, I've tried, I've tested
I'm tired of yesterday's claws in my chest
I pick my number, I wake from my slumber
I try to believe but I'm so fucking numb
I should take some time out to laugh
I should use the head space to learn
Instead of looking in the mirror at this aftermath
Of all my wrong turns
I'm sick of looking in the mirror
I'm sick of looking in the mirror
I'm sick of looking in the mirror
Looking in the mirror at this aftermath
Of all my wrong turns
All my wrong turns
All my wrong turns
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The Turtle Project Wales, UK
Alternative Singer/Songwriter from Wales UK
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