1. |
Lake Street
03:59
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Missed calls from the brother you used to know,
I wonder if you’re still thinking about moving from home,
sitting against the fence behind the backstreets where we used to punch nicotine before going to sleep.
2x Such a growth from the man, who could’ve died by the tied rope from out the corner of his eye.
Brother,
I only wanted the best for us two, creating the pact we’ve always wanted to do.
Brother,
empty pockets no other choices, so let your ears hear only white noise.
Pick up the phone,
I’m getting tired of pretending I’m not alone,
I doubt you’re any different I’m waiting,
the curb outside on your front lawn is getting quite peculiar, uncomfortably familiar,
I’ll meet you,
Ten before 10 don’t be late,
was it really worth going all that way?
2x Such a growth from the man, who could’ve died by the tied rope from out the corner of his eye.
Brother,
I only wanted the best for us two, creating the pact we’ve always wanted to do.
Brother,
empty pockets no other choices,
so let your ears hear only white noise.
Missed calls from the brother you used to know,
I wonder if you’re still thinking about moving from home,
sitting against the fence behind the backstreet where we used to punch nicotine before going to sleep.
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2. |
Night Light
02:57
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The night light in your room crept so silently over my face and shoulders,
The night I told you not to worry.
You fell asleep so calmly knowing the world will be better when you get older,
The night I told you not to worry.
But it’s okay,
Because the Boogie Man can’t get you yeah it’s okay,
Because the Boogie Man can’t get you.
Because I’m here to protect you.
The night light in your room crept so silently over my face and shoulders,
The night I told you not to worry.
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3. |
Lunatic
01:57
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I tend to forget that I’m going to grow to be old,
And that some days I’ll forget the things that I get told,
But there’s one thing that’s been on my mind when I can’t sleep,
The image of you telling me a promise I can’t keep.
I’m a Lunatic.
4x I’m a Lunatic, Lunatic.
That night on the curb with my eyes staring into the sky,
With cancer burnt fingers I almost made myself cry,
You were so pretty you made stars look like they don’t shine,
You were so happy you could barely stand on the ground.
Smiles and laughter were lighting up the room,
So I guess someone has to be the black sheep staring at the moon.
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4. |
Cardboard Box
03:34
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If I could turn back time,
I’d go back to the day,
When most days here were silent,
And people meant what they say.
But I can’t turn back time,
So I guess I’ll have to wait,
Until you open up to me,
And say what you have to say.
Because I know you’re hiding something,
In the ugliest of ways,
I can’t fix the thought of you,
Wasting away inside that room.
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5. |
April 9
04:05
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I’m talking to myself again,
I don’t even know how many days it’s been since the fucking bottle left my hand.
I promised to be a better man,
But it looks like I’m a fucking liar,
I lied again,
I’m so sorry my friend.
How could’ve I not known,
My home away from home wasn’t shaped like home,
Oh I know I know I’m bad at staying in one place,
I’ve always been too scared of people recognising my,
Face.
You’re staring at the ground again,
Well I guess it’s better than all the arguing we’ve spent,
Wiping tears with your hand.
It’s something I’ll never understand,
Why home never tasted so sweet until the end.
Like the present I never sent or the messages that hadn’t been read.
2x Why weren’t they read?
2x Are you scared?
Are you scared of what they’ll say?
2x Are you scared?
Well don’t worry ‘cos I’m scared too.
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6. |
Sleep Talking
05:44
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The lonely nights I spent were better than hanging with so called friends,
An addiction kicking in no education going through,
And I wish you weren’t so scared over the little things that are haunting you,
Then your friends start to leave after the way they treated you.
Why can’t you be yourself?
And show your true face,
Anger issues aren’t to blame ‘cos I know you’re tired living this way.
Why the fuck do you go astray?
Pushing through so many lonely nights and days,
You think you’re to blame for all these faces that never sleep at night,
Never sleep at night.
The field near your old home,
Right across from the long driveway pushed you far into the distance,
Couldn’t figure out which way.
The old man from next door,
Yelled at you because you misbehaved,
You ran straight into your room and you didn’t come out for days.
Burning liquor with cigarettes you think that’s gonna help you forget?
Because trust me you’re not alone,
A home that doesn’t quite feel like home,
Empty spaces in your chest you can’t seem to tell what goes in next,
Disappointment at it’s best,
Disappointment,
Disappointment.
Why the fuck do you go astray?
Pushing through so many lonely nights and days,
You think you’re to blame for all these faces that never sleep at night,
Never sleep at night.
2x You can’t sleep anymore,
Because the light in your head shines too bright.
Why can’t you sleep anymore?
‘Cos I’ve tried to be what you’ve always wanted from me,
Why can’t you sleep anymore?
Facing a wall,
Can’t tell who you are anymore.
The pen on your desk,
It solves all your problems,
Writing mistakes,
Then learn to love them,
Infected brain,
That cannot seem to hold the little things that were sadly spoken.
Trust me Oh trust me,
I'm sleep talking.
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Cassells Ballarat, Australia
Cassells, the musical persona of the introspective artist Jordan James Cassells, has been described by friends as an
exploration of sincerity.
Hailing from the cold town of Ballarat, VIC Australia. Melding together a range of genres, drawing from the rich tapestry of alt-rock and Indie-folk stylings. Adorned with his distinctive baritone vocals, and lyrical narratives with poignant reflections.
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