It usually starts with this...
As the medicine leaves my lips
Are you petrified?
Of what I’ve realized?
All alone, you’ll see it’s worth leaving
No, you don’t need his beatings
Anymore.
You’ve locked away everyone you’ve betrayed
Just so you don’t feel...
Just so you don’t feel this pain
Anymore.
What’s the point in, feeling so useless?
When we’re deserving
Maybe if I
Could be all the faces that you wanted to see then you wouldn’t need
Things you desire
From all of the places that you couldn’t see
But now I must leave, and dissipate
You locked away everyone you’ve betrayed
Just so you don’t feel...
Just so you don’t feel this pain
Anymore.
What’s the point in, feeling so useless?
When we’re deserving
Anyone now
If you could believe me
Then you wouldn’t need
All these things you hate
Let them push you away.
If you could believe me
Then you wouldn’t need
All these things you hate
Let them push you away.
(Let them push you away)
There’s a message in this gift
Do you bleed for all your sins?
Or do you walk away; no one to blame?
As the medicine persists,
Do you care for what you did?
Or do look away
As I fall on my face...
Our worlds collide
To a place that I recognize
It becomes familiar
A place I don’t realize
Anymore...
Our thoughts...
Usually it’s me in the middle and
It’s hard to breath, so we leave
Our home.
Every time you leave
I remember what was meant to be
Will always leave.
Usually, it starts with (him)
As the medicine leaves my lips,
Are you petrified?
Of what I’ve realized, all alone?
As everything persists,
Do you realize you're missed?
Do you look away?
And leave yourself to blame (all to blame)
My mother felt the same
Ignored all pain
That she couldn’t face
Now she screams in vain: “my love”
“It’s not your fault,"
Is what they’ll keep telling me...
They couldn’t see my inner thoughts
Close enough.
I raise my hands to you, and strike through
Never realized the taste; how I can control you..
Wide eyes, true view
Was it in my sight, or there to choose (lose)
(Oak tree on fire)
Adolescent, I’m feeling jaded
People I’ve been with, so neglected...
Now frustrated, not moving forward
Thinking about the things I’ll never really want
Adolescence, too soon
“It’s not your fault,” is what they’ll keep telling me
They couldn’t see...
Another place to call home
As it goes on and on...
Another place to call home
As it’s the only thing we know...
Maybe, in this life, we’ll see what it really means: to be.
They constructed a lie that we shouldn’t really see,
You’ll be forgiven now
Even if I don’t make a sound...
Time will receive; takes everything
To feel rejected
To be neglected
Would you just forgive me, now?
Even when I don’t make a sound
If I don’t make a sound, will you just forgive me?
Or is it too soon?
Will you just forgive me? Or is it too soon?
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