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Autumn

by Ross Hurley

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1.
Sheep 03:50
Fireworks in the night, rubble by the day. These paroxysms of our greed help to pave the way for your lies As my blood turns into oil That covers your skin and clothes My threads are turning in turmoil While I'm buried by a rose Sheep go to heaven Goats go to hell Your saviour's weapons light the sky While I'm ringing on your church's bell Let me in Let me in Hold my white bed sheets up Wave them in the air But the show goes on 'til curtains close To stop the rest of them from seeing us As they storm into my home I can't get through this gate But they'll tell the world they conquered Rome While I'm pulled down by this weight Sheep go to heaven Goats go to hell Your saviour's weapons light the sky While I'm ringing on your church's bell Let me in Let me in Feel as my skin decays Kiss me while I'll live out my last days Sheep go to heaven Goats go to hell Your saviour's weapons light the sky While I'm ringing on your church's bell Let me in Let me in
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Bedhair 03:48
Snuff, black eyes and coffee. Wake up in the room. With the thought of you with your lips all glossy Trying to sleep but I'm staring at the moon Thinking about if I was there Just me all alone but I won't get lonely 'Cause at least your voice would echo coldly So far away But I'd like to see you today Lost and lonely Beaten and broken Egocentric and self-indulgent Want these feelings to go This feeling This feeling This feeling Tears, black eyes and coffee Help forget the goodbye I can whisper to you on the phone so softly I can put you to sleep and sing you a lullaby Stripped of all my power. This big bad wolf's fur is black; Just a cub abandoned by the pack Please just stay Can it be another way? Lost and lonely Beaten and broken Egocentric and self-indulgent Want these feelings to go This feeling This feeling This feeling Lost and lonely Beaten and broken Egocentric and self-indulgent Want these feelings to go Lost and lonely Beaten and broken Egocentric and self-indulgent Want these feelings to go Lost and lonely Beaten and broken Egocentric and self-indulgent Want these feelings to go This feeling This feeling This feeling
3.
Apathy 03:40
(Chorus) You try to block the thoughts in your head When your life is your bed But all your dreams were tainted red From the cuts you caused with the words you said They say that your life beats your death But I can smell despair on your breath Seas of anguish from reminiscing Reminding you that there's someone missing Lost memories coming back to you Crumbled milestones reconstruct themselves outside of your window The same things that you would kill to lose Are the same things that you would kill to see again You're losing your mind at the thought of her knocking at your door to see when You're ready for her Are you really ready for her? (Chorus) Forgotten memories resurface; a time when you were smiling. A time when she was laughing torn down by the now in which you're dying. You speak to yourself and you speak to yourself and you say that you're going to be OK But the blue skies that once lit your life are slowly turning grey Are you ready for her? Are you really ready for her now? (Chorus)
4.
Smoke 04:08
Violently, you're burning my throat Killing me and it's all my fault But I take another toke I breathe ash into the air I try not to care But I can smell you all over my hair But I think you'll prefer the idea of me Than the thought of holding tight And sometimes I think you're playing with me But you'll stay in my head at night Maybe I'm stupid, maybe I'm dumb Maybe I'm the only one who sees you to get hurt They ask me why I still see her. I feel like masochist. I feel like a masochist. Sudden trembles, withdrawal comes. Tired head and beaten gums. See what I've become Broken voice and skinny pride. My darling self lying by my side And I'm trying to believe that he hasn't died But I think you'll prefer the idea of me Than the thought of holding tight And sometimes I think you're playing with me But you'll stay in my head at night Maybe I'm stupid, maybe I'm dumb Maybe I'm the only one who sees you to get hurt They ask me why I still see her. I feel like masochist. I feel like a masochist. Bruising my lungs Burning my hand I try to stay strong I try to stand up But I think you'll prefer the idea of me Than the thought of holding tight And sometimes I think you're playing with me But you'll stay in my head at night And I'm done waking up with the thought of you At 3am each night And I'm done going to sleep with a scar from you 'Cause you're all that's in my sight Maybe I'm stupid, maybe I'm dumb Maybe I'm the only one who sees you to get hurt They ask me why I still see her. Maybe I'm stupid, maybe I'm dumb Maybe I'm the only one who sees you to get hurt They ask me why I still see her. I feel like masochist. I feel like a masochist.

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released August 28, 2015

Written and performed by Ross Hurley
Produced by Laurent Baeriswyl

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