Snippets- Bastille

• Sleepsong

Waking up in your head feels like the biggest issue you will face that day. Every person is a stranger to you, despite the years you have known them. No relationship can matter when you’re an emotional outlaw. All your information is a weapon and any sign of vulnerability can be fatale.

Set the scene with me because our heroine does not know where she has awoken this morning. Surrounded by the luscious plants and a cascading waterfall that she nearly missed as she crashed face first onto the ground the night before. Her makeup is smudged by the wet mud where she slept, exhausted.

Truly, the ambiance is a paradise. She gently drags herself into the water, a quick cleanup and back out into the unknown.

• What you gonna do?

Every rhythm and tempo of our aura lines up with the sounds of our city. Every step of my shoe collectively stomps with the beating hearts of passing strangers. Yet no one pays attention. Their phones and devices absorb them into the world and poison of their choice. Every friend request, every like, every tweet is more important than what we have going around. Tell me about climate change but do it through a series of tweets, tell me about the corruption of the world but do it through a 30 second clip, tell me how you are going to strip me of my humanity in bite size viral videos while I bare my teeth and gobble your content raw. This is the world we have created.

• Survivin’

Geez, your absence felt like the stabbing of a knife that I handed you myself. Was I being dramatic when I told you that I had searched and obsessed over every message we had sent the last 24 hours before our breakup? Was I being dramatic when I confessed that I would never open up to anyone else the way I did to you? Was I being dramatic when I told you I loved you more than I would ever love a man? Was I being dramatic when I knew that the pain you put me through was worse than any romantic relationship I had ever been in? Every man who came into my life and hurt me was lessened by the fact that I could turn to my phone and tell you in great detail about the stupidity that had come out of their mouth, or the length of every dick pic I had ever received. That being my friend made you the worst person in my life because you knew every inch and aspect of my being without ever having to touch me the way those men did and yet, you left without a single hesitation to the effect you had on me. I loved you more than I would ever love romance because you were not a boyfriend or a girlfriend.

You were my best friend. And the pain of your absence will linger until my very death.

• Real Life

I think that- the reason we spend so much time on our devices…..

is because we remember how messy our…reality is.

I can be the worst fucking person… but I have 10000000+ followers on my cat account!

It’s so much easier to deal with myself when I am not forced to perceive my flaws and imperfections the way I do every morning while facing a mirror.

In that moment, I am a model

and an actress

and a comedian.

In that moment, my life has validity and I would murder my entire being to keep it that way.

• Run Into Trouble

Quick! Take his hand, little princess. He can take you to freedom in his pitch black convertible with the top down and the air coursing through your hair. He could kiss all your pain away and make your trauma disappear with one of his wicked smiles. Sweet Persephone, your mother loves you but she will never be able to let you go. We must force her grip loose.

We must take his hand and run.

Run.

Run.

Run into his strong arms and kiss his scarred covered body. He needs you as much as you need him and his diamonds and all you could never have but all you ever deserve.

• Flaws

She knows exactly that her feelings are unrequited. Yet, every small smile and every small glance gives her a light of hope that she can be the one. Their flaws align and all he needs to do is accept that she can help. Two broken people with completely different puzzle pieces. If he could let her in, she’d complete his puzzle and help guide him to the big picture of who he could be. But he will never allow that. For her flaws scare him just as much as they enchant him. She can fix him. But can he fix her? Can her flaws be sealed and healed alongside his? Is he even capable of being the good she needs? Neither one will ever talk openly about how much they want or how much they need the other choosing instead to share a cup of coffee in agreed silence.

• Haunt- Demo

“Please come back to me”, she whispers as she holds his lifeless body. His ghostly hands caress her skin in vain, she would never see him or his spirit again. She will only be haunted by the memories of their short lived romance. Neither of them doubt that they'll be reunited, but today is not that day. The best way to cherish his memory is to continue to live.

• Thelma + Louise

Of course they’re going to call us lesbians. The world will never accept two strong willed women who aren’t afraid to tell men where to stick their arrogance. That no matter how much hate or agony men cause, we’ll always turn to each other. Every mother, sister, daughter, friend. We are all capable of being an immovable powerhouse that can surpass any man we set our sights on. But they need to find ways to keep us down. So, they call us lesbians and bandits and bitches and whores. Words that will never change the fear on their face when they see us coming.

• Oblivion

This is probably the song I relate to the least. I get what they’re singing about and I know what the central point of the song is but I just can never actually focus when this song plays my head starts to wander and as much as i love Dan’s hauntingly beautiful vocals I just cannot focus on the song I wonder what my mom is cooking for dinner or I remember that assignment that was due last week and I have yet to turn in and I remember that time when I was 14 and someone broke into my locker and stole my phone and that I haven’t taken my makeup off and that I’m going to be 25 soon and will never accomplish anything due to the high standards I placed on myself and suddenly i hate myself and question all decisions I’ve made and…

the next thing I know the song is over.