BARD RECORDS

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  • I Smile At Strangers

    I Smile At Strangers

    It’s easier to look convincing
    when nobody asks what you’re convincing them of.

    I Smile At Strangers turns its attention inward, following someone who can still perform the ordinary rituals of being fine while privately losing faith in the person performing them. Guilt, compromise and self-deception accumulate behind a socially acceptable face until the real conflict is no longer between the narrator and the outside world, but between who he appears to be and what he knows about himself.

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    ENTRY

    Quiet hums, Dark pulses, whispers beneath the surface

    I see the cracks inside my own reflection
    Lie to myself just to hold my place
    Every promise I make dissolves in my hands
    I whisper “I’m fine” while the guilt eats my face

    I smile at strangers, bow to their eyes
    I’m choking in silence, built on disguise

    I rot from the inside, can’t tell who I am
    The mirror knows all, I’m my own worst scam
    Every choice I defend, every word I bend
    I’m collapsing in corners where no one pretends

    I step over morals like they’re broken glass
    Trading pieces of me for what will last
    The lies I tell myself are louder than screams
    A saint in daylight, a shadow in my dreams

    I’ve been my own predator, hunting in my skin
    Chasing the echoes of the man I’ve never been

    I rot from the inside, can’t tell who I am
    The mirror knows all, I’m my own worst scam
    Every choice I defend, every word I bend
    I’m collapsing in corners where no one pretends

    Fading pulses, whispered regrets, silence closing in

  • Wrong One Today

    Wrong One Today

    Staying calm doesn’t mean
    you’re going to keep taking it.

    Wrong One Today captures the moment a familiar argument stops following its usual pattern. One person arrives expecting excuses, accusations and pressure to work as they always have. This time they don’t. The song isn’t about losing control, but finally refusing to surrender it, and the uncomfortable moment when someone realises the person they expected to bend has decided not to.

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    ENTRY

    You call again past midnight tonight
    Your voice calm like nothing happened
    You say we should talk this out
    You say we both said harsh things

    I stand still in the hallway
    Your words land like small stones
    Then something cold locks in place
    I say listen very close

    You chose the wrong one today
    You pushed too far today
    You talk but I cut straight through
    You chose the wrong one today

    You laugh like this is nothing
    You say I always overreact
    You list every fault you know
    You wait for me to bend back

    I lean close across the table
    Your grin fades very slowly
    I say every word clearly
    I say hear this very well

    You chose the wrong one today
    You pushed too far today
    You talk but I cut straight through
    You chose the wrong one today

    The chair scrapes loud behind me
    Your mouth stays open halfway
    I walk out through the doorway

  • I Watched Myself Change

    I Watched Myself Change

    You don’t always lose yourself
    without noticing.

    I Watched Myself Change is about the small compromises that gradually become part of who we are. The narrator sees himself agreeing when he wants to refuse, accepting things he once opposed and calling retreat maturity. There is no single event to blame and no dramatic collapse. What troubles him is simpler: he recognised what was happening, understood his own part in it, and kept going anyway.

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    ENTRY

    I noticed it
    But I kept going

    I said yes when I meant no
    I laughed at things I hate
    I kept the peace
    I kept my place

    I watched my edges getting smooth
    I watched the anger fade
    Not because I grew
    Because I caved

    I told myself
    This is survival

    I watched myself change
    I watched it happen
    Piece by piece
    Decision by decision

    I watched myself change
    And I stayed quiet
    Now I don’t recognise
    The voice inside it

    I defend things I don’t believe
    I nod before they finish
    Every line I swore I’d never cross
    Is now a habit

    I wear the calm like borrowed skin
    I sell it as maturity
    But every compromise
    Was just cowardice in me

    There was no moment
    No disaster
    No collapse

    Just a thousand quiet choices
    I refused to stop

    I watched myself change

    I noticed it
    And I kept going

  • Hold The Frame

    Hold The Frame

    Nothing has moved enough
    to call it movement.

    Hold The Frame watches pressure change the shape of things without ever quite announcing itself. Margins narrow, weight shifts and the space becomes harder to inhabit, while everything remains technically intact. The frame still holds. That is apparently enough.

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    OBSERVED BEHAVIOUR

    Edges shift
    Air feels dense
    Nothing breaks

    Not enough to notice yet
    Ceiling hangs too low
    Corners squeeze you in

    Shadows fold along the floor
    Quiet hum beneath the door
    No alarms, no sudden swings
    Just the weight of hidden things

    Measured hands
    Measured breath
    Every move
    Leaves less

    Let the silence realign
    Nothing loud, nothing breaks
    Just the shape the pressure makes

    Hold the frame, let it stay
    Shift the weight but look away
    No collapse, no warning sign
    Just the edges drawing tight

    Flow continues, step by step
    Lines converge, then disappear
    Margins tighten, all is kept
    Not a promise… just a steer

    Shifts are subtle, barely heard
    Balance holds without a word
    Every angle checked and true
    Nothing hidden escapes you

    A fraction closer
    A shade more taut
    What once drifted
    Settles here

    Hold the frame, don’t let it slide
    Let the silence realign
    Nothing loud, nothing breaks
    Just the shape the pressure makes

    Hold the frame, let it stay
    Shift the weight but look away
    No collapse, no warning sign
    Just the edges drawing tight

    Margins narrow
    Breathing slows
    All within
    What no one knows

  • Within Tolerance

    Within Tolerance

    Nothing crossed the line.
    The line simply moved.

    Within Tolerance watches boundaries tighten by degrees. Space narrows, margins shift and small corrections become the new normal, all without enough movement at any one point to trigger alarm. Everything remains acceptable because the definition of acceptable keeps adjusting with it.

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    OBSERVED BEHAVIOUR

    Lines were drawn a little closer
    Space reduced without a sound
    Edges clean and corners sharper
    Nothing lost that can’t be found

    Limits set and checked again
    Pressure builds, contained within
    Every move accounted for
    Balance held, precise and thin

    Held in place, the drift subsides
    Measured hands adjust the sides
    No alarms, no grand display
    Just the excess trimmed away

    Flow maintained, each step aligned
    Small corrections left behind
    Room enough to move inside
    Not a promise… just a guide

    A fraction tighter
    A shade more clear
    What once wandered
    Settles here

    Held in place, the drift subsides
    Measured hands adjust the sides
    No alarms, no grand display
    Just the excess trimmed away

    Margins narrow
    Breathing slows
    All within
    What no one knows

    Held in place, the drift subsides
    Measured hands adjust the sides
    No alarms, no grand display
    Just the excess trimmed away

  • Quiet Observation

    Quiet Observation

    Everything is being monitored.
    That is not the same as being fixed.

    Quiet Observation watches procedure continue calmly around the small signs that something is slipping. Reports are filed, instructions are followed and deviations are noted with impressive discipline, while the underlying flaws remain exactly where they are. Nothing dramatic happens. The system simply records the problem and carries on.

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    OBSERVED BEHAVIOUR

    We file the reports, line by line
    Checks in boxes, everything aligned
    Systems hum beneath the surface
    Micro-errors pass unnoticed

    Quiet corridors, lights pulse steady
    Voices echo, rehearsed and ready
    Every instruction followed precisely
    Nothing unplanned, nothing risky

    We note the cracks, we note the slips
    We move along with measured grips
    Soft deviations, barely perceptible
    Routine persists, almost respectable

    Glitches whispered, subtle, unseen
    Moments of pause in between
    Procedure holds a calm exterior
    Hidden flaws that grow no clearer

    And yet we notice
    And yet we adjust
    And yet we carry on
    Because we must

    We note the cracks, we note the slips
    We move along with measured grips
    Soft deviations, barely perceptible
    Routine persists, almost respectable

    Files closed. Lights dim. End of line
    Everything intact… for now

  • All According To Plan

    All According To Plan

    Nothing is out of control.
    It has simply been documented.

    All According to Plan watches institutional reassurance do what it does best: absorb the problem, soften the language and return it as procedure. Concern is acknowledged, feedback is invited and everything remains under review, which is another way of saying the system has successfully contained the need to actually change anything.

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    OBSERVED BEHAVIOUR

    Everyone’s calm, that’s the headline today
    Measured response in a reasonable way
    There’s a statement drafted, softened and signed
    Nothing was broken that we can’t redefine

    We acknowledged the issue, we heard the concern
    We thanked you politely, now wait for your turn
    It’s been logged in the system, it’s under review
    Which is exactly what systems are built to do

    No raised voices, no sudden moves
    We rehearsed this part, you’ll know it too

    It’s all according to plan
    That’s what the briefing said
    Smile for the cameras, nod if you can
    Nothing to see ahead

    It’s all according to plan
    Relax, you’re in safe hands
    If it feels wrong, that’s how it’s meant
    It’s all according to plan

    We’ve streamlined the language, cut out the blame
    Swapped out the words that were causing a scene
    Authentic concern in a friendlier font
    Sincere, pre-approved, and carefully launched

    There’s a space for your feedback, a box you can tick
    It disappears fast, but it counts for a bit
    We value the dialogue, love how you feel
    As long as it fits what we’re ready to deal

    Say it plainly, but not too loud
    Say it nicely, you’ll make us proud

    It’s all according to plan
    That’s what the update said
    Progress is steady, morale is grand
    Nothing to see ahead

    It’s all according to plan
    You’re doing just fine
    If you feel uneasy, give it some time
    It’s all according to plan

    No alarms, no fault, no fire
    Just a hum in the wires
    Everything works, just slightly delayed
    Everything’s fine it’s just being explained

    It’s all according to plan
    We’ve done this before
    Same reassurance, different floor

    It’s all according to plan
    Stand where you are
    If this feels staged
    That’s exactly what you are

    Thank you for waiting
    Thank you for caring
    Thank you for understanding
    We’ll let you know

  • No Signal, No Sound

    No Signal, No Sound

    The noise has stopped.
    What remains is harder to place.

    No Signal, No Sound finds the quiet that arrives after there is finally nothing left to answer. The conversations have ended and the familiar urge to replay them is beginning to fade. On the surface, everything has settled. Underneath, something remains unresolved, waiting for the moment when being fine takes a little more effort.

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    AS SAID

    It’s quiet now

    Nothing left to chase or fix
    No more words to overthink
    Rooms stay still, I let them be
    No need to fill the space you leave
    I sit down, don’t move at all
    Let it pass straight through me

    Thought it’d hurt more than this
    But it doesn’t hit

    No signal, no sound, it’s finally clear
    No signal, no sound, you’re not here
    I let it drop, I let it end
    At least that’s what I tell myself
    No signal, no sound… holding out
    (Oh-oh) nothing now

    I don’t reach for what we had
    Don’t replay it in my head
    If it drifts in, I let it go
    Don’t follow where it goes
    Still there’s something underneath
    That I don’t touch

    If I push it down again
    It stays where it is

    No signal, no sound, it’s finally clear
    No signal, no sound, you’re not here
    I let it drop, I let it end
    At least that’s what I tell myself
    No signal, no sound… holding out
    (Oh-oh) nothing now

    If I cut it clean and fast
    Would it really stay in the past?
    Or just wait until I slip
    Then come back in

    No signal, no sound, almost gone
    No signal, no sound… still holding on
    I let it drop, I try to be free
    But it’s still under me
    No signal… no sound

    …still there

  • Fracture Lines

    Fracture Lines

    Everything still fits.
    Just never in quite the same place.

    Fracture Lines is about losing the sense that your own experience is arriving as one continuous thing. Familiar movements feel slightly displaced, voices arrive at the wrong moment and every attempt to settle into a single version of events shifts it again. Nothing completely breaks apart; it simply refuses to line up for long enough to feel certain.

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    AS SAID

    Hold it together

    Glass splits right across my face
    Different angles, same mistake
    I pick one and try to stay
    But it shifts when I look away
    Something’s off in how I feel
    Like I’m watching, not for real

    I keep trying to stay in one
    But I come undone

    Fracture lines through everything
    Fracture lines in what you mean
    I don’t land where I begin
    I don’t know which side I’m in
    Fracture lines… pulling wide
    (Oh-oh) can’t decide

    Step repeats but not the same
    I don’t move how I just came
    Your voice hits but feels delayed
    Like it’s slightly out of place
    I correct it as I go
    Still it never locks in right

    Every version that I try
    Breaks before it holds

    Fracture lines through everything
    Fracture lines in what you said
    I don’t land where I begin
    Too many ways to bend
    Fracture lines… pulling wide
    (Oh-oh) can’t decide

    If I force it into place
    Will it hold or just give way?
    Every piece I try to keep
    Shifts the second that I breathe

    Fracture lines won’t let me stay
    Fracture lines in every frame
    I don’t land, I don’t align
    Nothing holds its shape in time
    Fracture lines

    …stay in one

  • Static Between Us

    Static Between Us

    The connection keeps failing.
    Neither person hangs up.

    Static Between Us follows a conversation that can no longer arrive intact. Words disappear, voices distort and each missing piece gets replaced by what the other person thinks they heard. The connection has become almost useless, but letting it finally go quiet would mean accepting that there may be nothing left on the other end.

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    AS SAID

    Say it again
    Your cut’s out

    Long distance, I missed the word
    Thought I caught it, must’ve blurred
    You were there a second ago
    Now it’s just a broken tone
    I stay still like that will help
    Like you’ll come back to it
    Every time I get it close
    It slips before it holds

    Static in the air, I hear you roar
    Static in the air, then you’re gone
    I can’t switch it off, can’t step away
    It pulls me back to it
    Static in the air
    Cutting in (oh, oh, say it again)

    Streetlight buzz leaks through the line
    Mixes up your voice and mine
    I repeat what I think you said
    Doesn’t land the same in my head
    If I stop it all dries out
    So I keep it running
    I know this isn’t real anymore
    Still I lean in more

    Static in the air, I hear you roar
    Static in the air, stretched too long
    I can’t switch it off, can’t step away
    It pulls me back to it
    Static in the air
    Breaking up, say it again

    If I let the silence in
    Would it end or just get worse?
    Would you finally disappear?
    Or just settle in deeper?

    Static in the air, still hear you sigh
    Static in the air, then it dies
    I can’t switch it off, won’t let it fade
    It’s all I got of you
    Static in the air
    Static in the air

    Say it again