Have you ever slept on broken bottles?
A sharp picture of that moment when you realize you won’t be able to fix it. The life you were taught to picture will not happen, and it is breaking… you don’t fit into it anymore… maybe you never did. You run. It hurts.
A bright, colorful nightmare that becomes real, because it’s just a mirror of what you feel. Poetry that cuts in the most beautiful way, and you feel it almost, or perhaps even more, than you’d feel the shards in your skin.
If you could pour Tilly into a glass, this song might be exactly how she’d taste. And that’s both a really great and a really harsh thing to say. If life feels comfortable for you, you might not be able to relate. If you know how hard it can be, you may or may not fully understand the lyrics, but you will still see what she meant. Come rush into a fever dream turned bitter, where the bitterness is so wonderfully familiar it takes your words away.
Artist&lyrics: &Tilly
Writers&Music: &Tilly & Yan Hurd
Music Producer: Yan Hurd
Video: &Tilly br>
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Spotify ⇾ Deezer ⇾ Tidal ⇾ Apple Music ⇾ Bandcamp ⇾To tell a hope aloud A truth we’d want but isn’t Other needs not nurtured, all drizzled Finally get warm With others waking up A cloudy castle It sweetly chimes and hustles, Comes to life, with all minds unpuzzled If you’re cold Just wait, they’re plating up Have you known A life so fragile, so unsure Then the realizing it’s not true Then the breaking into thousands of pieces And the glass That I wished would cut my throat May have gently detached my tongue Have you ever slept on broken bottles? Now, maybe never As loud as others seem all clever Tell them all, the glassy eyes will find her Say it all If not even to fight To tell a hope aloud The world stops, becomes louder The world stops just to show that you’ve been under Getting there To never finish right Castle of glass A tale so old you want to puke While still hoping there’s a tiny place for you Then the breaking into thousands of pieces And they all Looking back at the empty space Waiting for the you that wasn’t made Have you ever slept on broken bottles? Have you ever wished there would be others? Have you ever wished… Have you ever slept on broken bottles? Have you ever slept… Have you known A life so fragile, so unsure Then the realizing it’s not true Then the breaking into thousands of pieces And the glass That I wished would cut my throat May have gently detached my tongue Have you ever slept on broken bottles? Have you known A life so fragile, so unsure Then the realizing it’s not true Then the breaking into thousands of pieces And they all Looking back at the empty space Waiting for the you that wasn’t made Have you ever slept on broken bottles? Have you ever slept…
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