This is my first EP, recorded in Exeter in Devon where I used to live, by producer Nick Gordon (www.nickgordon.co.uk). It is a journey through an illusion of love, loss, self-doubt, and renaissance. It felt like a healing process and it was absolutely wonderful to be able to create recordings of my songs that began to take full shape for the first time! These are very personal and autobiographical lyrics. Paper Houses, the third track, was written after my traumatic experience of finding the body of a young flatmate who shot himself. I hope you will find something in them: maybe comfort, understanding, maybe you will relate to them. I have many more songs ready to be recorded, and I can't wait to start on the next record soon!!! I recently performed on Resonance fm (see podcast at http://www.philosophynow.org/podcasts/Representing_Arthur_Schopenhauer) and you can watch my live music video on YouTube or on my Facebook artist page, which also has details of forthcoming gigs and new tracks. I am currently looking for label interest. 1. Lyrics - The Heart's Made to Float I got opinions on everything, and I think you should know I believe it's a good thing I'm hyper-responsive, a little high maintenance, but at least I'm alive I can feel and experience Years spent being afraid of emotion shut me down when the sh*t hit the fan The greater your fears the deeper your ocean So I got brave and I swam Cos I used to hang around with oblivion, I used to deny how I feel Then I met you and you told me the truth and you always keep it real You said it's harder to live with a beating heart - it's easier to sink like a stone And they'll tell you it's cool to be cold and aloof But I'm not going down with that ship, Cos the heart's made to float I was down I was beat, hope was leeched, it was eating Away at my soul, it was cold it was painful Till slipping beneath the waves, I felt warm and safe, It was dark and not so accidental The scene had to play, it was sackcloth and ashes But time is a healer and remorse is a lot less attractive... Cos I used to hang around with oblivion, I used to deny how I feel Then I met you and you told me the truth and you always keep it real You said it's harder to live with a beating heart - it's easier to sink like a stone And they'll tell you it's cool to be cold and aloof But I'm not going down with that ship, Cos the heart's made to float Tell me the story of your life Brush over the cracks and paint the colours black and white Tell me it’s easy to live and hard to die And I'll say it's a lie, an anaesthetising lie 2. Lyrics - Only Heaven Knows It’s clear to see that you and me were a match made in hell There is not a chance that me and your would ever fit together well There’s no parallel universe where everything works out for the two of us No another time, no another place I should have run for my life on the first day that I saw your face But I woke up dazed and confused in ten shades of not-so-true-blue And I stayed in a home without love, my misplaced loyalty wouldn’t let me go And how I’m gonna live with myself now Only heaven knows I needed you but I didn’t love you, I’m sorry for my accident I honestly thought I had laid that ghost to rest, there’d been precedents But I faithfully held on to you until the end was bitter Desperately trying to save you when all I had to do was leave quicker credits 3. Lyrics - Paper Houses I am the queen of diamonds, this is my house of cards I thought it was worth thousands, thousands, thousands till it fell apart This is my friend Diana, she is the Queen of Hearts Behind the blond and glamour, glamour, everybody plays a part In a world of madness, everybody copes Building paper houses, burning paper hopes In a world of madness, everybody copes Painting paper dreams and lifting up their souls to paper hopes They found him dead on Tuesday – shotgun suicide Model student, A-grade, A-grade Poison-bleeding soul inside He had been slowly fading, eyes like drawn blinds He had everything but nothing, nothing Nothing worth a damn inside In a world of madness, everybody copes Building paper houses, smoking paper hopes In a world of madness, everybody copes Painting paper dreams and lifting up their souls to paper hopes