BARD RECORDS

Tag: Lyrics

  • Shadows On The Wall

    Shadows On The Wall

    Some things disappear.
    The room doesn’t notice.

    Shadows On The Wall is about the way someone can remain present long after they have gone. Empty rooms, familiar streets and ordinary nights keep pulling old memories back into view, until letting go feels less like a decision and more like trying to escape something that has become part of the surroundings.

    ► BUY
    AS SAID

    Shadows.. on the wall.. calling me

    Empty rooms and flickering light
    Your voice still echoes through the night
    I trace the lines where you used to lie
    But every memory makes me cry
    I reach out but you’re not there
    Just cold air and my despair

    I tell myself it’s over now
    But my heart won’t allow

    Shadows on the wall, they keep your name
    Shadows on the wall, calling me insane
    I can’t let go, I can’t break free
    You’re still inside of me
    Shadows on the wall.. shadows on the wall
    (Oh-oh) Shadows on the wall

    Streetlights bleed into the rain
    I walk these paths again in vain
    Your laughter haunts the silent air
    A ghost I feel but cannot share
    One more night to chase the past
    Hoping this ache won’t last

    I whisper secrets to the dark
    But it tears me apart

    Shadows on the wall, they keep your name
    Shadows on the wall, driving me insane
    I can’t let go, I can’t break free
    You’re still inside of me
    Shadows on the wall.. shadows on the wall
    (Oh-oh) Shadows on the wall

    If I could turn the clock around
    Would you still be here on solid ground?
    Or am I lost in endless night
    Holding on with all my might

    Shadows on the wall, they keep your name
    Shadows on the wall, calling out again
    I can’t let go, won’t set you free
    You’re the only part of me
    Shadows on the wall.. shadows on the wall
    (Oh-oh) Shadows.. on the wall

    Shadows.. calling me

  • Alone In Stereo

    Alone In Stereo

    I can dance, actually.
    Just not when anyone’s watching.

    There’s something nice about having the place to yourself, putting your headphones on and playing the same song far too loudly. Nobody cares if you miss a beat, forget the words or nearly fall over your own socks. Well, nobody’s there to care, which is sort of the point. I probably look ridiculous. I’m having a lovely time, though.

    ► BUY
    TEXT

    I left my shoes by the front door.
    Checked the fridge, nothing good inside.
    My headphones play a song too loud.
    Counting tiles on the kitchen floor.

    I’m alone in stereo.
    Dancing where no one goes.
    Laughing when I miss the chorus.
    Playing songs nobody knows.

    Music shakes the bedroom floor.
    I spin twice and miss the beat.
    My jacket swings around my arms.
    Trip on socks and laugh again.

    I’m alone in stereo.
    Dancing where no one goes.
    Laughing when I miss the chorus.
    Playing songs nobody knows.

    The mirror shows my stupid dance.
    Lamp light shakes across the floor.
    This beat keeps pulling me around.

    I’m alone in stereo.
    Dancing where no one goes.
    Laughing when I miss the chorus.
    Playing songs nobody knows.

  • That’s Not What Happened

    That’s Not What Happened

    An ending can be accepted.
    Rewriting how it happened is something else.

    That’s Not What Happened is about refusing to let somebody turn a difficult ending into a cleaner story after the fact. Responsibility becomes timing, choices become mutual drift and uncomfortable details quietly disappear. The relationship may be over, but that doesn’t make every version of what happened equally true.

    ► BUY
    LYRICS

    Don’t tell it like that.

    You’ve been explaining us to people
    Like it was mutual.
    Like we both drifted.
    Like nobody chose anything.

    You leave out the part
    Where you stopped trying.
    You leave out the months
    Where I carried it alone.

    You call it “timing.”
    That’s convenient.

    You don’t get to edit this.

    That’s not what happened.
    You don’t get to smooth it over.
    You don’t get to round the edges
    So you can sleep better.

    That’s not what happened.
    You walked away slowly
    And called it fate.
    Say it properly.

    You say we both changed.
    I didn’t.
    I stayed exactly where I was
    Waiting for you to show up.

    You say it just ran its course.
    No.
    You pulled back piece by piece
    And hoped I wouldn’t notice.

    I noticed.

    If you’re going to tell it,
    Tell it straight.

    That’s not what happened.
    You don’t get to rewrite it.
    You don’t get to make it gentle
    So it fits your version.

    That’s not what happened.
    You checked out quietly
    And left me holding
    What you dropped.

    I can accept that it ended.
    I can accept that you left.

    What I won’t accept
    Is the story you tell about it.

    That’s not what happened.

    You don’t get to erase the weight.
    You don’t get to call it even.
    You don’t get to walk clean
    from something you broke.

    Say it properly.

  • Don’t Pretend

    Don’t Pretend

    Avoiding the obvious
    doesn’t make it disappear.

    Don’t Pretend is about recognising when somebody already knows the truth but continues to avoid saying it plainly. Words are softened, responsibility is shifted and something significant is treated as though it doesn’t matter. The song refuses to participate in that version of events and asks for the simpler thing: acknowledge what is already there and say what you mean.

    ► BUY
    LYRICS

    Stop pretending you don’t see it
    Stop pretending it’s fine
    You know it isn’t
    You feel it too

    You can hide in words
    You can hide in tone
    I see through it
    I hear it

    Don’t pretend
    Say what you mean
    Say it now
    No softening

    You act like it’s small
    You act like it won’t matter
    Every choice has weight
    Every word counts

    You can twist the story
    You can shift the blame
    I won’t follow
    I won’t accept it

    Don’t pretend
    Say what you mean
    Say it now
    No softening

    Don’t pretend

  • Low Pressure

    Low Pressure

    Not everything has to escalate
    to become difficult to ignore.

    Low Pressure is about tension that never needs to announce itself. Nothing is openly confronted and nobody loses control, but every movement, silence and change in position carries weight. The restraint isn’t an absence of feeling. It’s the deliberate choice to leave the pressure where it is and see what happens.

    ► BUY
    LYRICS

    Hold
    Don’t rush it

    Floor moves under the quiet
    Air thick in the room
    Nobody says what they’re thinking
    But everybody assumes

    Slow blink
    No tells
    Weight sits
    Where it settles

    You lean forward
    I don’t
    You fill space
    I won’t

    Feel it building don’t react
    Keep it steady
    Keep it intact

    Low pressure
    Under the skin
    Low pressure
    Let it sink in
    No drama
    No confession
    Just that low, slow tension

    You talk fast
    I reduce
    Cut the noise
    Keep the truth

    Every move measured
    Nothing spilled
    Every silence
    Intentional, filled

    Don’t break stride
    Don’t overplay
    Let the silence
    Make its own weight

    Don’t mistake calm for weak
    Don’t mistake still for sleep

    Low pressure
    Under the skin
    Low pressure
    Let it sink in
    No drama
    No confession
    Just that low, slow tension

    It doesn’t shout
    It doesn’t flare

    It just stays
    Right there

    Low pressure
    Under the skin
    Low pressure
    Let it sink in
    No drama
    No confession
    Just that low, slow tension

  • Circuit Horizon

    Circuit Horizon

    We see more than ever.
    We just can’t carry all of it.

    Circuit Horizon is about the gradual numbness that comes from being exposed to a constant stream of tragedy. The suffering is understood and the concern is genuine, but attention moves on because staying with everything would become impossible. It isn’t indifference so much as a form of self-protection: seeing, registering, and learning to let go before the weight becomes too much.

    ► BUY
    LYRICS

    Another headline
    Another day

    They speak in numbers on the news
    Measured loss in careful tones
    Footage cut to fit the frame
    Pain reduced to moving zones

    Names appear, then disappear
    Faces held a second long
    We pause enough to register
    Then quietly move on

    Quietly move on

    It’s not that we don’t understand
    It’s just too much to hold
    If everything demands a tear
    The well runs cold

    We don’t turn away
    We just don’t stay
    Long enough to feel it through
    We don’t close our eyes
    We neutralise
    What we’re not equipped to do

    Conversations lose their edge
    Tragedy becomes a tone
    Outrage has a shorter life
    Before it’s overthrown

    Candles lit in tidy rows
    Hashtags fade without a fight
    We meant it when we said the words
    Just not for long at night

    Not for long at night

    It’s not that we don’t care at all
    It’s self-defence, we say
    If every story cuts this deep
    We’d never look away

    We don’t turn away
    We just don’t stay
    Long enough to feel it through
    We don’t close our eyes
    We neutralise
    What we’re not equipped to do

    There was a time it hurt for days
    Now it passes in an hour
    Not because it matters less
    But because we’ve lost the power

    Lost the power

    We don’t turn away
    We just don’t stay
    Long enough to feel it through
    We don’t close our eyes
    We neutralise
    What we’re not equipped to do

    Another headline
    Another day

  • Union Jacked

    Union Jacked

    Pride sounds different
    when it stops asking permission.

    Union Jacked turns British identity into something deliberately loud, stubborn and unapologetic. The song brushes aside the embarrassment, caution and constant qualification that can gather around national pride, replacing them with sarcasm, defiance and the simple refusal to treat belonging as something that needs to be explained away.

    ► BUY
    OBSERVED BEHAVIOUR

    Alright.
    No irony buffer this time.
    Say it plain.

    We tried jokes, we tried charts, we tried staying polite
    We tried memes, we tried nuance, we tried losing the fight
    We tried trusting the process, tried swallowing pride
    But the ladder kept moving while the view stayed the same side

    You call it progress, we call it delay
    Call it “complex” when it won’t go away
    Every promise recycled, rebranded, delayed
    Same mess, new font, different face

    No chorus of experts, no comforting lies
    Just numbers that don’t match the look in our eyes

    Say it plain.
    Don’t spin it round.
    If it’s broken, don’t dress it up, don’t dumb it down.
    Say it plain.
    No smug refrain.
    If no one’s in charge, then say that again.

    Say it plain.

    Every warning labelled “tone”, every doubt called “hate”
    Every question bad faith if it comes too late
    You can chant your slogans, you can mute the replies
    But reality’s louder than curated lies

    We’re not angry, we’re tired of the game
    Of pretending confusion is part of the plan
    If this is the future you keep trying to sell
    Why does it feel like a polite kind of hell?

    No filter left, no softer way
    If this is working — why doesn’t it feel okay?

    Say it plain.
    Drop the shield.
    If it’s all by design, then tell us the deal.
    Say it plain.
    No press campaign.
    If you don’t have answers, don’t sell us the frame.

    Say it plain.

    This isn’t rage.
    This is clarity.
    This is what it sounds like
    When the jokes run out.

    Say it plain.
    No last disguise.
    If the system’s the point, then look us in the eyes.
    Say it plain.
    We’re still here.
    Not confused, not scared — just done being unclear.

    Say it plain.

    No meltdown.
    No chant.
    Just say it.
    Plain.

  • Low White Light

    Low White Light



    Lisa Coles

    Sometimes being present
    does not require being heard.

    Low White Light finds Lisa Coles moving quietly through a world that never quite stops talking. Rather than competing with the noise around her, she finds comfort in restraint, accepting that a life does not need to be loud, certain or fully understood to leave some evidence that it was lived.

    Low White Light



    ► Lisa Coles • Low White Light • Low White Light
    THOUGHTS, MOSTLY

    Streetlights hum like they know my name
    Windows blink but never say the same
    I walk home slow, just to feel the night
    Every thought dimmed down to low white light

    There’s a comfort in the quiet noise
    In broken beats and half-made choices

    I don’t need to be loud to stay
    I don’t need to be right to remain
    If I disappear into the sound
    Promise I was here, somehow

    Coffee rings on a borrowed desk
    Old regrets in a foreign text
    Everyone’s talking, no one’s near
    Words fall flat when they hit the air

    There’s a rhythm in holding back
    In letting moments slip through cracks

    I don’t need to be loud to stay
    I don’t need to be right to remain
    If I disappear into the sound
    Promise I was here, somehow

    Static breath, the night exhales
    I lean into what never tells

    Low White Light Lisa Coles
  • Inside The Sound

    Inside The Sound



    Lisa Coles

    There is strength in knowing
    when not to move.

    Inside the Sound is about composure without withdrawal. Lisa Coles finds control not by escaping the noise around her, but by choosing what deserves a reaction and what can simply pass by, holding her ground without needing to make a performance of it.

    Inside The Sound



    ► Lisa Coles • Inside The Sound • Low White Light
    THOUGHTS, MOSTLY

    Streetlight glare on polished steel
    I test the weight of what I feel
    Slow inhale, I hold it tight
    No need to turn it into light

    There’s a power in staying still
    In bending noise to shape my will

    I don’t need to raise my voice
    Silence is a sharper choice
    If I stand inside the sound
    I stay steady, I stay ground

    Neon flickers on my skin
    Let the outside chatter spin
    Measured steps across the floor
    I don’t chase it anymore

    There’s a rhythm in control
    In holding centre, keeping whole

    I don’t need to raise my voice
    Silence is a sharper choice
    If I stand inside the sound
    I stay steady, I stay ground

    Let it press against my frame
    I won’t fracture for a name
    No retreat and no display
    Just the pulse beneath the day

    I don’t need to raise my voice
    Silence is a sharper choice
    If I stand inside the sound
    I stay steady, I stay ground

    Low and clear, I hold my line
    Close and calm, completely mine

    Low White Light Lisa Coles
  • Edges Of Myself

    Edges Of Myself



    Lisa Coles

    Changing does not always mean
    becoming someone else.

    Edges of Myself finds Lisa Coles quietly reconsidering the boundaries she has built around herself. There is no dramatic reinvention or sudden revelation, just the gradual recognition that some old defences can be loosened without losing the person underneath.

    Edges Of Myself



    ► Lisa Coles • Edges Of Myself • Low White Light
    THOUGHTS, MOSTLY

    I map the edges of my tone
    I mark the spaces I call home
    Every pause I leave between
    Says more than what I mean

    There’s a pattern in restraint
    In every truth I almost paint

    I watch myself from just outside
    A quiet shift I let it slide
    If I loosen what I defend
    Who am I beneath the bend

    I weigh the shape of every word
    Hold it back before it’s heard
    Static thoughts that realign
    Shift the edges of my mind

    There’s a rhythm in delay
    In what I choose not to say

    I watch myself from just outside
    A quiet shift I let it slide
    If I loosen what I defend
    Who am I beneath the bend

    Peel the layers slow and light
    Trace the outline in the night
    No collapse, no grand reveal
    Just the way I start to feel

    I watch myself from just outside
    A steadier pulse I let it guide
    If I soften my defence
    I begin again, again

    Breath in time, pulse aligned
    Leave the noise, keep the spine

    Low White Light Lisa Coles