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Semi cover, semi original acoustic project. Part concept as well. Any tracks beginning with Roman Numerals are part of a story about a teenage boy who decides he wants to commit suicide and backs out at the last second.

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released March 7, 2015

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Carlyle Laurent Luxembourg

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Track Name: Red
Verse 1:
There are pictures of her
drowned in the river
She has an intense obsession
with death

She calls in the night
to tell me about her poems
serial killers and pain
her voice sings it in my head

Chorus:
It's late and I'm tired
but she makes me feel...

Verse 2:
she lies in her heavy bed
and paints me lighter dreams
I'll be a rockstar
and she'll be with me

but she'll tell me through tears
who she's willing to be
she says she's going to break
before she talks to me

CHORUS

Verse 3:
She doesn't think she matters to anyone
She doesn't think they care, not anyone
She doesn't think she matters, to anyone
She doesn't think they care, she couldn't be more wrong

Verse 4:
She'll serenade me
with my own songs
I'm not sure if I'm vain enough
to sing along

She'll teach me my pills aren't
a death sentence
recovery's possible
I see it in her

Chorus 2:
It's late and I'm tired
but she makes me feel
loved
Track Name: I. dry (Diary)
how absurd it is
to keep a diary
Empty problems, empty questions
all about me

no question mark can be resolved
when there’s no one there to shout back
no exclamations to write themselves
can’t be sure if

these are the words I write when I don’t speak
these are the words I think when I don’t shout
are these the thoughts worth writing for myself

is it as if no one else will listen

Chorus:
these are my pages cracking, overflowing
playground taunts, vengeful thoughts

why isn’t it as weird
to write to yourself
as to talk to yourself
and not to talk to anyone else

they don’t write to you
they just say at you
what you’ll write on your page
when you don’t know what to say back

Chorus 2:
on my pages cracked, overflown
long walks home away from all
written in ink

when i run out of pages
will i write at all
when my pen runs dry
Track Name: II. unthinkable (Photographs)
Verse 1:
Grown apart, fade away, moving on
different people, years along
oldest girl, youngest friend
growing up, new trends

Pre chorus:
I helped you know your pain
but I don't know mine

Chorus:
But if i'll never be part of your photographs
maybe I can be part of your walls
a spirit to haunt you in your holograms
maybe I can linger in your thoughts

Verse 2:
Maybe I, can feed, your gap
Noone else, understands
golden girl, silent stares, awkward glances, then your hair
keep up hope, till the end

pre chorus:
it evolves, but it somehow never changes
I don't know

CHORUS

Verse 3:
I know your only secret
you know all of my regrets
I know exactly who you are

You know I'm going senseless
I know your waiting for this
you know you're holding me at your arms

both Pre Chourus

CHORUS
Track Name: Pompeii (Acoustic Bastille Cover)
I was left to my own devices
Many days fell away with nothing to show

And the walls kept tumbling down
In the city that we love
Great clouds roll over the hills
Bringing darkness from above

But if you close your eyes,
Does it almost feel like
Nothing changed at all?
And if you close your eyes,
Does it almost feel like
You've been here before?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?

We were caught up and lost in all of our vices
In your pose as the dust settled around us

And the walls kept tumbling down
In the city that we love
Great clouds roll over the hills
Bringing darkness from above

But if you close your eyes,
Does it almost feel like
Nothing changed at all?
And if you close your eyes,
Does it almost feel like
You've been here before?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?

Eh-eh-o eh-o

Oh where do we begin?
The rubble or our sins?
Oh oh where do we begin?
The rubble or our sins?

And the walls kept tumbling down (oh where do we begin?)
In the city that we love (the rubble or our sins?)
Great clouds roll over the hills (oh where do we begin?)
Bringing darkness from above (the rubble or our sins?)

But if you close your eyes,
Does it almost feel like
Nothing changed at all?
And if you close your eyes,
Does it almost feel like
You've been here before?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?

If you close your eyes, does it almost feel like nothing changed at all?
Track Name: The Devil In I (Acoustic Slipknot Cover)
Undo these chains, my friend
I'll show you the rage I've hidden
Perish the Sacrament
Swallow, but nothing's forgiven
You and I can't decide which of us was taken for granted
Make amends, some of us are destined to be outlived

Step inside, see the Devil in I
Too many times, we've let it come to this
Step inside, see the Devil in I
You'll realize I'm not your Devil anymore

Under the words of men
Something is tempting the father
Where is your will, my friend?
Insatiates never even bother
You and I, wrong or right
Traded a lie for the leverage
In between the lens in light
You're not what you seem

Step inside, see the Devil in I
Too many times, we've let it come to this
Step inside, see the Devil in I
You'll realize I'm not your Devil
I'm not your Devil anymore

Your station is abandoned
Fooled you 'cause I know what you've done
Sensation - Depravation
You should've burned when you turned on everyone

So, Step inside, see the Devil in I
Too many times, we've let it come to this
Step inside, see the Devil in I
I know you'll find your answers in the end
Step inside, see the Devil in I
You'll realize I'm not your Devil, anymore

So step inside, step inside
See the Devil in I
See the Devil in I
Track Name: Ridiculously Sappy Love Song (which could also seem a little stalky from a distance)
Verse 1:
I write a new song everytime you
post a new profile picture
They all sound the same

generally a list of things that
I wish I had said but
they all just sound the same

So I'll just sit here writing in notepad
wondering if you still think of me
like I think of you
It makes me feel stupid cus

I wonder if would ever be worth releasing
this song. this song
those songs
A
they all just sound the same

Verse 2:
I wanna write a poem about you
everytime you post a status about
some tv show you love

I feel scared about my point of view
everytime you post a status about
some music video you hate
cus it might be objectify women and

the words feel like a blur that obscures
too fast, cus I don't want to upset you
but its the only way that I
can think of starting conversation

It's strange doubly wishing that I
do and don't
ever see you again

Verse 3:
I write a new song everytime you
post a new profile picture
They all sound the same
Track Name: III. inevitable (...)
Verse 1:
I went to the pharmacy today
to ask for some painkillers
they needed to see my ID
cus I was buying too much

I looked on the internet
for the best way to do it
it came up with these little pills
mum used to keep in her cabinet

Verse 2:
I never liked guns
but I can make friends
after all mine only ever
used me as a means to an end

I can save them the trouble
I'll tell them it's not their fault
I'll tell mum it's not her fault
I'll leave dad to think

Post:
It's only worth it once the day's done
Track Name: Walking Disaster (Acoustic Sum 41 Cover)
I haven't been home for a while,
I'm sure everything's the same:
Mom and Dad both in denial,
an only child to take the blame.
Sorry Mom but I don't miss you,
Father's no name you deserve.
I'm just a kid with no ambitions,
wouldn't come home for the world.

{You'll} never know what I've become,
the king of all that's said and done.
The forgotten son?
This city's buried in defeat,
I walk along these no name streets,
Wave goodbye to all,
as I fall...

At the dead end I begin
to burn the bridge of innocence.
Satisfaction guaranteed,
a pill away catastrophe.
On a mission, nowhere bound,
inhibitions underground,
A shallow grave I
have dug all by myself.

And now I've been gone for so long
I can't remember who was wrong.
All innocence is long gone.
I pledge allegiance to a world of disbelief where I belong.

A walking disaster,
the son of all bastards.
You regret you made me,
it's too late to save me.
(You regret you made me,
it's too late to save me.)

(And he said)
Far as I can tell,
it's just voices in my head.
Am I talking to myself?
'Cause I don't know what I just said.

(And she said)
Far is where I fell,
maybe I'm better off dead.
Am I at the end of nowhere?
Is this as good as it gets?

And now I've been gone for so long
I can't remember who was wrong.
All innocence is long gone.
I pledge allegiance to a world of disbelief where I belong.

A walking disaster,
the son of all bastards.
You regret you made me,
it's too late to save me.
(To save me, to save me, to save me...)

And now I've been gone for so long
I can't remember who was wrong.
All innocence is long gone.
I pledge allegiance to a world of disbelief where I belong.

A walking disaster,
the son of all bastards.
You regret you made me,
it's too late to save me.

I will be home in a while,
you don't have to say a word.
I can't wait to see you smile,
wouldn't miss it for the world.

I will be home in a while,
you don't have to say a word.
I can't wait to see you smile,
wouldn't miss it for the world.
Track Name: You Need Me, I Don't Need You (Acoustic Ed Sheeran Cover)
Now I’m in town, break it down, thinking of making a new sound
Playing a different show every night in front of a new crowd
That’s you now, ciao, seems that life is great now
See me lose focus, as I sing to you loud
And I can’t, no, I won’t hush
I’ll say the words that make you blush
I’m gonna sing this now

Oh oh

See, I’m true, my songs are where my heart is
I’m like glue, I stick to other artists
I’m not you, now that would be disastrous
Let me sing and do my thing and move to greener pastures
See, I’m real, I do it all, it’s all me
I’m not fake, don’t ever call me lazy
I won’t stay put, give me the chance to be free
Suffolk sadly seems to sort of suffocate me

‘Cause you need me, man, I don’t need you
You need me, man, I don’t need you
You need me, man, I don’t need you at all
You need me, man, I don’t need you

You need me, man, I don’t need you
You need me, man, I don’t need you
You need me, man, I don’t need you at all
You need me

I sing and write my own tune and I write my own verse
Hell, don't need another word-smith to make my tune sell
Call yourself a singer-writer - you’re just bluffing
Your name’s on the credits and you didn’t write nothing
I sing fast, I know that all my shit’s cool
I will blast and I didn’t go to Brit School
I came fast with the way I act, right
I can’t last if I’m smoking on a crack pipe

And I won’t be a product of my genre
My mind will always be stronger than my songs are
Never believe the bullshit that fake guys feed to ya
Always read the stories that you hear on Wikipedia
And musically I’m demonstrating
When I perform live, feels like I am meditating
Times at the Enterprise when some fella filmed me
‘A young singer-writer like Gabriella Cilmi’

‘Cause you need me, man, I don’t need you
You need me, man, I don’t need you
You need me, man, I don’t need you at all
You need me, man, I don’t need you

You need me, man, I don’t need you
You need me, man, I don’t need you
You need me, man, I don’t need you at all
You need me

'Cause with the lyrics I’ll be aiming it right
I won’t stop 'til my name's in lights
At stadium heights with Damien Rice
On red carpets, now I’m on Arabian Nights
Because I’m young I know my brother's gonna give me advice
Long nighter, short height and I gone hyper
Never be anything but a singer-songwriter, yeah.
The game's over but now I’m on a new level
Watch how I step on the track without a loop pedal
People think that I’m bound to blow up
I’ve done around about a thousand shows
But I haven’t got a house plus I live on a couch
So you believe the lyrics when I’m singing them out, wow
From day one, I’ve been prepared
With vo5 wax for my ginger hair
So now I’m back to the sofa, giving a dose of what the future holds
'Cause it’s another day
Plus I'll keep my last name forever keep the genre pretty basic
Gonna be breaking into other people’s tunes when I chase it
And replace it with the elephant in the room with a facelift
Into another rapper's shoes using new laces
I'm selling CDs from my rucksack aiming for the papers
Selling CDs from my rucksack aiming for the majors
Nationwide tour with Just Jack, still had to get the bus back
Clean cut kid without a razor for the mustache
I hit back when the pen hurts me
I’m still a choir boy in a Fenchurch tee
I’m still the same as a year ago
But more people hear me though
According to the MySpace and YouTube videos
I’m always doing shows if I’m not I’m in the studio
Truly broke, never growing up call me Rufio
Melody music maker
Reading all the papers
They say I’m up and coming like I'm fucking in an elevator .

'Cause you need me, man, I don’t need you
You need me, man, I don’t need you
You need me, man, I don’t need you at all
You need me, man, I don’t need you

You need me, man, I don’t need you
You need me, man, I don’t need you
You need me, man, I don’t need you at all
You need me, man, I don’t need you
Track Name: IV. help (Little Pills)
Verse 1:
I left it on my mattress it's
lying there
I left my window open now it's
getting damper and it

it looks like noose
it feels like a noose
it was supposed to be my
noose
my golden escape
I'd love to escape
but something just won't let me now

Chorus 1:
now
little pills don't look like guns
but they could take me from the fire
to the fires

Verse 2:
I left my window open
it looked like the way
probably the easiest thing
there might not be pain but now it

just looks like I'd run
away
and I don't want be that man
Shut my door to the fire
and close my desires
for end

Chorus 2:
window sills don't look like guns
but they could take me fromt he fire
to the fires

Verse 3:
I left conscious open and
it got the better of me
I'll go in the morning and
find help