I say, to you, hold on, hold on.
I say, to you, hold on, hold on.
Push up gently through the pile…
Hold on, hold on.
Wading through digital lies, photo corrections,
press conversations, so much sound,
so much beautiful sound, instant and new,
endless noises.
Climbing up only on words…
Hold on hold on hold on hold on
Those are my songs, pretend none to masses.
I walk with them, sleep with them.
Hear me, dance with me, what are you doing?
Why do you make this and show it off?
Who are you, who are you painting for?

Music and Lyrics by Erika Lloyd

Vocals, Trumpet: Erika Lloyd
Rhodes, Piano, Synth: Brad Whiteley
Drums: Kenneth Salters

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