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An Eclectic Break Up
02:40
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We sure complain a lot for two happy people,
Maybe we weren't meant to be,
We sure did something terrible we made a mess,
Our hands will never be clean.
It's okay to be scared I know how you feel I am too,
It's allright It's allright It's allright to sometimes be blue,
We shouldn't have to break up we should honestly make up,
But sometimes we just lose control.
Take your balance pass me the phone,
It's confusing to think thoughts when your alone,
But I'm here I'm always here,
Somehow I hid but I've always been here.
I'm losing sight of the things that control me,
Breaking the chains individually,
Freeing myself of barriers holding me down.
It's okay to be scared I know how you feel I am too,
It's allright It's allright It's allright to sometimes be blue,
We shouldn't have to break up we should honestly make up,
But sometimes we just lose control.
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Trans Macabre(Kill Me)
02:43
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Sometimes I pray to the heavens above,
Can their god show me a little more love,
And can I please I start again,
I want to lose my head.
Kill me won't you please,
Kill me.
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Containment Tune
01:54
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Why don't I just pack it and run away,
Why don't I blow my mind let it go astray,
Remember when your biggest problem was being gay,
Why couldn't your problems have stayed that way.
So I'll see you in my nightmares,
The woman I thought I could be,
The lovers I shot dead,
The family who wouldn't accept me.
I have no destination,
I have no goals,
All I know is that I can't stay here,
All I know is that life isn't fair.
So I'll see you in my nightmares,
The woman I thought I could be,
The lovers I shot dead,
The family who wouldn't accept me.
My brain blocks it out,
The memories of how bad it gets,
So when it starts again I feel worse,
For I always forget too,
Waste all my time,
Fantasising over bodies that aren't mine,
Documented medicinal crime,
And oh how I whine.
So I'll see you in my nightmares,
The woman I thought I could be,
The lovers I shot dead,
The family who wouldn't accept me.
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The yellow side of the post it note,
Tell me what you mean,
Scrubbing The blood off my mind,
Will I ever know what it means to be free.
I'm optimistic about my suicide,
Because Irony is all I have.
Scrubbing The blood off my mind,
Will I ever know what it means to be free.*
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Nero Blues
01:59
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I've been lonelier recently,
Than I've ever been in my life,
I'm worried it's gonna kill me,
Worried I'll lose the fight.
Between the drinking and the drugs,
I'm losing myself,
Losing my friends,
Leaving my earthly body behind.
I can't lie and say I feel happy,
I can't remember the last time I did,
I pretend to be confident,
These are feelings I always hid,
But I can't tell if it's the dysphoria,
Or trauma of a time still going on,
Or maybe it's nothing,
I'm just faking it and I'm wrong.
I don't want to be anything,
If I have to be something without you,
I wish it were as easy as pressing a button,
Life goes on without me like i never existed or something poetic like that.
My instrusive thoughts are something I have to accept,
I don't like the things they say but they scream louder than anything,
Like the way I tell them that I think they're wrong,
I'm not a man I never was.
I can't lie and say I feel happy,
I can't remember the last time I did,
I pretend to be confident,
These are feelings I always hid,
But I can't tell if it's the dysphoria,
Or trauma of a time still going on,
Or maybe it's nothing,
I'm just faking it and I'm wrong.
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What Happened To America
01:04
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What happened to america,
What happened to her name,
What happened to the world I knew,
When all was but a stage.
And I don't know how to tell you but I miss it so,
This beautiful America that I used to know.
What happened to america,
A country built on slaves,
What happened to the world I knew,
Where our fathers didn't even know there names.
What happened to america,
What happened to her name,
What happened to the world I knew,
When all was but a stage.
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I'm just wasting time,
It's all a joke,
They see all of it,
The manliness that causes your chokes.
Is this a dream,
Or am I blocking it out,
Choosing not to be here,
Overcome by internal shouts.
Your scared,
Of the nightmare between your legs,
What's there,
Contains just fruits and no eggs.
Is this a dream,
Or am I blocking it out,
Choosing not to be here,
Overcome by internal shouts.
Your parents fucking hate you,
You hate yourself too,
And when your in a bad mood,
You tell yourself you chose this route
Is this a dream,
Or am I blocking it out,
Choosing not to be here,
Overcome by internal shouts.
Is this a dream,
Or am I blocking it out,
Choosing not to be here,
Overcome by internal shouts.
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