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Clouds are the shape of my wet pillow stains
All that is mine you find some way to claim
Light of day follows the rain
How can I
Be surprised
Unsure of me inside
I think she died, this girl of mine
Lost everything but hazel eyes
But now I smile like a great scorching sun
I orbit right past this girl that I was
Walk past the boy cuz Iâm on the run
To the new woman I shouldâve become
Under the ground a new tree roots to two
Water her, watch her, the new leaves she grew
Lightning strikes donât make her move
(Unlike you)
Your
Forest fires
Double lies
Donât make me blink twice
Now
Iâm alive doing fine
Found myself and a new pair of eyes
And now I smile like a great scorching sun
Orbit right past this girl that I was
Walk by the boy cuz Iâm on the run
To the new woman that I have become
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One spot, thousands of people find one small place to call home.
Draw me a map, help me find my way back when I go.
Some get clear skies and empty roads,
I'm stuck for years in this place I know
Some call it freedom,
I think that's what kills me the most
So here I go
Walking in the neverending cycle of myself
Have you met her yet, the girl who can't figure herself out?
She's been staring blankly at chaos between worlds
Left it to the messenger deciphering her words
Lock your answer tip the scale before it comes to war
âCause perfectly imperfect won't be good enough for her
Two lands tearing myself between you and something below.
Pure indecisiveness pulled me to crisis
and so,
Let's wander back to the gray land,
nothing but thinking it over again.
Why am I sinking so helplessly when
everyone else has a lifeboat?
But here I go
Walking in the neverending cycle of myself
flying back and forth before the senselessness is let out.
Carry all the neverending chaos between worlds.
Left it to the messenger who cracks beneath the words.
Come on dear let's make it right before it comes to worst
âCause perfectly imperfect won't be good enough
Back in the circles we're making at 3am.
Watching my life like a movie replay again.
Hoping the answer falls into my hands and then
Everything starts to finally make sense.
But here I am
Walking in the neverending cycle of myself.
Tied onto a question who will never work itself out.
She's been going crazy for chaos between worlds
left the messenger trapped beneath the words.
No one found an answer but some people were hurt
âCause perfectly imperfect,
no perfectly imperfect wasn't good enough for her.
One spot thousands of people
Draw me a map help me find my way back
Oh one spot thousands of people
Draw me a map help me find my way back
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Make me iron in the forge.
Melt me down. Change my form.
Let me flow through the cast in silver slithers, like my sisters past. Descend, life-giver!
And in the shadow of your hand, let me be sweet again! In the valleys of your land, let me be reaped again!
Raze the hair from my chin.
Hear my voice, sweet like violins,
young again, in the schoolyard,
sharing secrets with a friend who without shame lets our hands knit.
And see: my bodyâs ebb and bend is a wending river in your garden, where I ever-tend and fruit deliver -
ripened, revealed, revered, reborn, and wrought, and peeled, naked and horned...
Look at me: shaking at your feet like a beaten mutt - and though my terror hinges me, watch me demand love!
Look at me: shaking, make me
Look at me: melt me down
Make me iron. Make me ore.
As the flames lick higher,
let me burn a little more.
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4. |
Z Saj - Fix me
02:28
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I look at all my imperfections
They cause me worry
Denying my own reflection
Make pictures blurry
New images look like sketches
Honestly it's pathetic
Self conscious cause otherâs feedback
My feelings they need protection
Lately itâs f the world
They make me feel so desolate
They hating say, âbe a girlâ
Maybe if they would let me
Iâm major
May just be ready
Not racing but slow and steady
Hare playing their role correctly
I'm chasing my goals so let me
Fix my hair fix my clothes
Fix my teeth fix my goals
Set me free
Lose control
Let me be
Free my soul
If I succeed
Then imma grow
Plant my feet
Stand ten toes
Fix on me cause I'm unwhole
Is this me let me know
Fix my hair fix my clothes
Fix my teeth fix my goals
Set me free
Lose control
Let me be
Free my soul
If I succeed
Then imma grow
Plant my feet
Stand ten toes
Fix on me till I'm made whole
This is me let âem know
Try to fix it all
Every blemish every flaw
I been stuck inside the mirror
Real me banging on the wall
Tried to make the perfect image
I been doing that for yâall
So y'all don't talk
Model walk
Inside I crawl into a ball
Internal ball
Ain't a party but the battle with myself has surely turned into a brawl
I been fighting for my life
Instead of one I let yâall saw
I mean the sea of my emotions
Mustâve somehow gotten
Lost and clearly washed away my thoughts to
Fix my hair fix my clothes
Fix my teeth fix my goals
Set me free
Lose control
Let me be
Free my soul
If I succeed
Then imma grow
Plant my feet
Stand ten toes
Fix on me till I'm made whole
Cuz this is me so let âem know
I fix my hair fix my clothes
Fix my teeth fix my goals
Set me free
Lose control
Let me be
Free my soul
If I succeed
Then imma grow
Plant my feet
And stand ten toes
Fix on me till I'm made whole
That this is me so let âem know
Let âem know
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And I wanna go to war with my body
Wanna tell it no, cut it deep till I love me
Cut your hair but donât cut it short
Overthink it till youâre dysphoric at midnight on your shower floor
Gotta get it right or theyâll close the door
Canât wear that if youâre not a girl
Canât be a girl unless you get the proportions right in your bedroom mirror
Take a breath Iâm not seeing clearer
Am I not enough for you?
Is it not enough to do
All the things you want me to?
I canât explain
Can I not be what I want?
Can I not choose my own font?
All my words come back to haunt me anyway
And I wanna go to war with my body
Wanna tell it no, cut it deep till I love me
I donât wanna be another cookie cutter
But I keep cutting me
And I wanna go to war till Iâm happy
Wanna see my face in the glass without laughing
I wonât be your perfect girl, your perfect boy
Iâm not your perfect anything
Wear a skirt but it canât be plaid
Whatever earrings you want but donât get mad if they say you look like a girl
Thatâs just who you are in terms of the world
So Iâm not enough for you
Got it, tell me something new
I will never fit your view
Insanity
Canât define me with a word
Honestly the thoughtâs absurd
Oh my god wait have you heard
Fuck you and your tyranny
I wanna go to war with my body
Wanna tell it no, cut it deep till I love me
I donât wanna be another cookie cutter
But I keep cutting me
And I wanna go to war till Iâm happy
Wanna see my face in the glass without laughing
I wonât be your perfect girl, your perfect boy
Iâm not your perfect anything
I wanna break the mold
But somehow thereâs a mold for those who break it
Gotta do it their way
Be palatable, be forgettable
Be what you want but donât be regrettable
Gotta do it their way
And I wanna go to war with my body
Wanna tell it no, cut it deep till I love me
I donât wanna be another cookie cutter
But I keep cutting me
And I wanna go to war till Iâm happy
Wanna see my face in the glass without laughing
I wonât be your perfect girl, your perfect boy
Iâm not your perfect anything
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6. |
Gabby Montuori - halfway
03:47
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Youâre in your white shirt, Iâm in my black dress
After the concert, I look a big mess
You're walking over, some nerve you have
Tell me you miss me, and that we should hang out
Isnât like this week, the days leave me in doubt
They don't make me happy, just something I count on my fingers
Canât tell you Iâm lost
Canât tell you Iâm disappointed with you and the little you give
And itâs not your fault
But that doesnât make this how we should live
This could be perfect
We could be perfect
But is it worth it
When we're already halfway good
(oh shit)
Itâs fine if we don't speak between the semesters
Cuz youâre with your family, youâre doing much better
Has being without me been good for you?
Like you said it would
Wonât tell you Iâm tired
Wonât tell you I miss you cuz that would sound like a
Foreign idea
Wouldnât call me a liar
You'd say Iâm a bit dishonest right here
When Iâd say itâs perfect
We could be perfect
But is it worth it, ooh
Cuz imperfect doesnât mean it canât be good
And it donât have to be good to feel decent
Less than decent doesnât mean that I feel hurt
And hurting doesnât mean Iâm not breathing
And now Iâm chasing anything thatâs in my path
And Iâm not within your grasp, cuz your handâs behind the wheel
And youâre no good at holding many things at once
And Iâm no good at being fun, and weâve no chance of being real
This wonât be perfect
It wonât be perfect
Rather be hurting
Than feeling nothing at all
Rather be hurting
Than feeling nothing
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7. |
Cielo - the aisle
03:39
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Donât see the world the same, so Iâm left miserable
Coping with the future and its principals kind of spiritual
But itâs hard, cuz I donât know what they are
But itâs not looking too good
Everyoneâs misunderstood
Half hearted responses in the palm of my hand
So quick to defend, just wish that theyâd understand
I wanna fall in love like Iâve always dreamed
Or will the aisle be taken from in front of me?
Growing old with someone who can read my mind
Will I get the chance? Do I still have time?
Do I still have time?
(Do I? Do I?)
Yeah yeah yeah
Can we fight the times?
(Do I? Do I?)
Do I still have time?
Your hands on my body but you donât treasure it
Donât talk about the pain, we distract with pleasure
But itâs not a sin
To love
To trust, but
You want my flesh not my soul
Mistaking love and control
You donât care if Iâm whole long as I keep it low
But I think you should know
I wanna fall in love like Iâve always dreamed
Or will the aisle be taken from in front of me?
Growing old with someone who can read my mind
Will I get the chance? Do I still have time?
Do I still have time?
(Do I? Do I?)
Yeah yeah yeah
To find a love thatâs mine?
(Do I? Do I?)
Do I still have time?
I see everyone hurting, oh
And using each other to heal
Stop feeding off each other, start crying on a shoulder
At some point weâve gotta feel
Will I ever fall in love like Iâve always dreamed?
Or will the aisle be taken from in front of me?
Growing old with someone who can read my mind
Will I get the chance? Do I still have time?
Do we still have time?
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What can I say? I was born to be the best
My big brown eyes, pink wavy hair, good god Iâm blessed
So paint a picture cuz I'm just so very picturesque
Carve out some marble carry me close like a statuette
Donât emulate it, just stay fixated, Iâm the fascination of the world
Reach for Olympus, but I donât think you can take the cold
I am a lesson in perfection and divinity
See how these mortals bruise their knees so they can worship me
All these pretty people lose themselves to tell me Iâm pretty
So tell me
So tell me that Iâm flawless
Tell me Iâm a god
Say the world doesnât deserve me
Say Iâm not a fraud
Love me cuz I'm what the world wants to see
Love me cuz I'm who you want to be
So, tell me
Tell me
I know that I'm pretty
I know that I'm pretty
So tell me
Tell me
It's ingrained in me so deeply
Who could say that Iâm not pretty?
Psyche caught me on a bad day
Not aggressive but damn Iâm petty
Letâs make a deal, a golden apple for your desire
I won the beauty contest, cost the fall of an empire
My beauty might just make you go blind
But without your stares, who am I?
Am I a lesson in perfection and divinity?
See how these mortals bruise their knees so they can worship me
All these pretty people lose themselves to tell me Iâm pretty
So tell me
(Tell me?)
So tell me that Iâm flawless
Tell me Iâm a god
Say the world doesnât deserve me
Say Iâm not a fraud
Love me cuz I'm what the world wants to see
Love me cuz I'm who you want to be
So tell me
Tell me
I swear that I'm pretty
I need to be pretty
So tell me
Tell me
I'm bound, tied down, I am fated
My existence is dedicated
To be what is expected
The perfect picture I can't forget it
But damn it sheâs just so pretty
And she looks nothing like me
Is that who I'm supposed to be
Is that what people want to see
So tell me
Tell me
I swear that I'm pretty
I need to be pretty
So tell me
Tell me
Ohh, oooh
I swear that I'm pretty
I need to be pretty
So tell me
Tell me
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I picture myself with blissful ignorance
Everything I need here in my grasp
A roof over my head, some food to keep me fed
I want this kind of lifetime to last
The birds will sing just for me
The rivers will run as they please
Stories have their end, but my time it will lend
To dedicate my days to tranquility
A picture perfect story it will be
For me
I picture my body in your arms
The kind of love to last forever
But a hunter has its prey, and i feel it everyday
That maybe this love has been a risky endeavor
The sun will shine to tell me thereâs better
The moon will agree that I should go
Some things arenât meant to last, sometimes they belong in the past
And I think itâs time that I should know
That a picture perfect story is one that has to grow
The day will turn to night, every darkness has its light
Things will change as quickly as a blink
Stories are born, people will die, beginnings have an end
And maybe I never thought to stop and think
That a perfect life isnât good for me, you have to change to know
And as I get older I realize, this is how my story will go
A picture perfect story is one that has to grow
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10. |
Droomist - CRY
02:21
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Just us how weâve grown
Our bodies learned to breathe within themselves just fine
I raced through the waves just to reach
The bluest mind, surprise!
Weâre all so caught up in this
CRY
Let the waves wash your cries
All we wanted isnât sure
Create a storm in the sky
(A storm in the sky)
If I could
Iâd take you to the shore to feed the seagulls
(Take you to the shore)
No es por na
Pero en el cielo tan vasto
Nunca eh visto ni sol ni astro
Con brillante parecido al tuyo
Tu me miras y mis nubes Poof!
te lo juro!
Tanto esfuerzo pa salir triunfante
Fuego al puente ya te vi cruzar
vamos alante
Aunque estemos gris salimos al peak
No te quites grita y sigue que vamos paâl win
CRY
Let the waves wash your cries
All we wanted isnât sure
Create a storm in the sky
CRY
Padre nuestro que ves desde el cielo
El sufrimiento el calor y el fuego
Por nuestra vida y la de les que amamos
Brinda paz asĂ en muestre alma como nuestres manos
Gracias doy por lo que envĂes padre
Y A los haters que ni miren padre
Que no me cuquen que no me tocan
Gran Poder a eses por les que unides provocan
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11. |
Chris Lunetta - Hyacinth
05:31
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âHyacinth, oh Hyancinth.â
The sun, he beckons me
âHyacinth, oh hyacinth.â
Your golden voice beats down on me.
I think Iâve cast a spell on you
Bewitched you are by me
A creature of divinity
How can you be
Smitten with me?
You play me hymns upon your lyre
of endless passions, love, desire
Iâll be forever bathed in sun
Until you find another one.
To love.
You paint me in your golden light
Sing to me eternal rhymes
Of how Iâll dance across the sky.
Perfectly crafted lullabies.
We can sit and lay awhile
Sipping nectar from up high
While the hours pass us by
Make a promise that is bound to die.
âHyacinth, my Hyacinth, Hyacinth, my Hyacinth, Iâll never say goodbyeâ
Another heart that I did win
called Zephyrus, âthe western windâ
And anytime that youâre away
I feel the chill and it begins
He wraps me in his soaring wings
Maligns your past inconstant trysts
He begs me to commit to him
âRenounce the sun, embrace the wind.â
I almost did
I almost did
But then you paint me in your golden light
Sing to me eternal rhymes
Of how Iâll dance across the sky.
Perfectly crafted lullabies.
We can sit and lay awhile
Sipping nectar from up high
While hours pass us by
Make a promise that is bound to die.
âHyacinth, my hyacinth, hyacinth, my hyacinth, Iâll never say goodbyeâ
Winds chill quickly
His gales they steal my breath from me
And you werenât with me.
When it hit me.
Struck me down.
Bleeding out.
I fell to the ground.
The clouds did split
And there you knelt
And the roaring wind
He fell silent
As you paint me in your golden light
Sing to me eternal rhymes
Of how Iâll dance across the sky.
One last lullaby.
Turned my body into dust
And from that dust a flower grew
Forever new.
Forever true to you.
âHyacinth, my hyacinthâ
(Forever true forever new)
âHyacinth, my hyacinthâ
(Forever true forever new)
âHyacinth, my hyacinthâ
(Forever true forever new)
âHyacinth, my hyacinthâ
(Forever true forever new)
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youâre a young flame
with eyes of gold
and poisoned air will try to fill your lungs
but youâre embraced by divinity
so light the way of the darkened path till the sun comes back
and casts all your fears away
never chase what doesnât stay
i know itâs all the signals from afar
saying youâve done it all wrong
when theyâve got fear and deception
you have the strength to carry on
so plant your feet on solid ground
walk the road less traveled and never give it up
youâve got a long way to go
so count the steps as you grow
youâve got long way to go
but you donât have to do it alone
theyâll stare for the rest of time and theyâll tell their lies
but thatâs alright
thatâs all right
âcause i know youâre not meant to fall in line
that might help you sleep at night, but still
thereâs all the signals from afar
saying youâve done it all wrong
when theyâve got fear and deception
you have the strength to carry on
so plant your feet on solid ground
walk the road less traveled and never give it up
youâve got a long way to go
so count the steps as you grow
youâve got a long way to go
but you donât have to do it alone
youâll flourish in your own time
thereâs no rush to get to the finish line
so make the moments last as long as you can
âcause thereâs no going back
and perfection never lasts
so when all the signals from afar
tell you youâve done it all wrong
hear my voice when i say
to look the other way
cause when you walk into a room
every single flower blooms
trust in me
âcause I trust in you
it never lasts
walk the path
it takes you home
you have regrown
trust in me
i trust in you
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