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Ritual
03:34
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I’ve been writhing in my skin / well before I could have known / can’t put a finger upon it / but God, it’s getting old // It’s getting old // I used to tap the windowsill / ’til it was safe to go to sleep / but the demons found me still / and swore their tangled liturgies / so is the devil after me / or do I sabotage myself? / I thought your name would bring relief / but even love can become ritual // It’s getting old // You’re too hard on yourself / you see dark in yourself / where I find no trace of the night / for the sake of your health / ease up on yourself / make a run for it / spare your own life // It’s getting old.
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Fear of Breaking
04:12
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My chest feels like it might explode / it’s agony, I’m sure of it / I can’t stay here, but I won’t go / anywhere else - I’ve been running too long / So show me how to live in this moment / without the thought of how it ends / I’m terrified of getting lost / I’m just a speck upon the lens // What if bravery cannot exist / without the fear of breaking / everything you touch / but you still hold out both your hands to feel it?
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Nurture
04:28
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You’ve been keeping score again / counting on self-discipline / stepping on a scale to tell / if you’re worth your weight, or if they // Got into your brain / before you knew what they were saying / and now you can’t decipher / what is nurture, what is nature // So tell me with your best sermon / am I loved just as I am / or is it for my betterment / to grind my teeth on righteous? // All my deepest wells are full of poisoned water / and all my best intentions fall short of what you ask for // Come as you are / I won’t be disappointed / come as you are / come as you are // They got into your brain / before you knew what they were saying / and now you can’t decipher / what is nurture, what is nature.
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Abusing Sleep
03:30
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I want to harness the song / that encapsulates all that’s gone wrong / and all that’s gone right / maybe tonight / But I feel like falling apart / and abandoning this worn-out art / in the back of my mind / I’m losing time // And the harder I try / the more I fall behind / I’m abusing sleep / and it’s getting the best of me // So startling when a chord / can pull out of you what’s been stored / for decades on end / coming back from the dead / So we resonate with every truth / yet demand that it provide proofs / well I’ve seen the signs / but I don’t feel divine // And the harder I try / the more I fall behind / I’m abusing sleep / and it’s getting the best of me / abusing sleep / it’s taking the rest from me.
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Good Intentions
04:29
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If I could give you more than what I have / you know I would, you know I would / all the things to help you understand / you know I would, you know I would / You’re a brilliant mind, you are a temple / you are more than polished earth / but knowledge only piles on your wings / a burden you’re not meant to carry // Surrender tastes so much sweeter / when your mouth’s not full of empty words / and the trusting is so much easier / when you know there are only good intentions // I’ve seen you on your face in morning sunlight / begging for the ache to stop / but you don’t realize that each good story / holds the tension in it’s plot / It’s not that I am cruel or do not recognize / the timbre of your voice / but I can see the fullness / and it’s more than you can fit inside your eyes // Surrender tastes so much sweeter / when your mouth’s not full of empty words / and the trusting is so much easier / when you know there are only good intentions // So be here / here completely / settle down / sing beside me.
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Bliss
04:52
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I sense the doubt is bleeding in / but I don’t want to feel dead again / if ignorance is bliss, then I / I prefer to plunge myself in it / If I can’t trust then I can’t stay / but I was taught it’s worse to fall away / if I’m wrong, then someone make it clear / what’s counterfeit and what is real // Oh, bring an order to the chaos // Well, I’ve been told I come on strong / and ask the troubling questions / or did you bite off more than you could chew / if that’s so unsettling to you? / You’re so scared of giving into / all those things things you’ve limited / but what’s the use of your belief / if only to keep your hands clean? // Oh, bring an order to the chaos / oh, because we can’t live like this / no, we can’t live like this // But there is a light / and sometimes I see it / it’s hovering / I feel it breathing.
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The Still, Small Voice Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
The Still, Small Voice is the melodic indie-rock project of Christiana Benton, currently based out of Philadelphia,
PA.
Her touring and studio bands have featured a rotation of friends-turned-collaborators. TSSV is currently working on a new full-length album to be released through Know Hope Records this year.
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