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Live Your Life

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Sweet Dreams was written about my desire to travel. It’s kinda been taking over my mind lately, probably because I’m going to Canada in June, but I’m also already planning a trip to Europe for next year.

I wrote it because all over Facebook recently, people my age (23) and younger have been getting married and announcing that they’re pregnant, which, you know, congrats as long as they are happy, but I just can’t imagine putting my own dreams on hold for someone else. So I just want to tell people who have these dreams to travel or do something with their life that they aren’t already doing, that they should go and do it now before something comes up and that option is taken away from them forever.

Life is too short not to do what makes you happy, but long enough that once you’ve gone out and lived life the way you wanted, you have time to settle down. That’s my belief anyway. If you die before you settle, before having kids, you’re not going to regret it. Those kids won’t grow up without a parent and you never knew what it was like to have a child. If you die before you got a chance to really live, that you’ll regret.

I want to live and die with no regrets. To see the countries I want to see, to try things I want to try and to learn things I want to learn. Sometimes things change when we don’t want them to change, and sometimes things stay the same when we do want them to change. Sometimes you need to make the change to see the future you want. To be the person you want.

Love
Roxanne

Sweet Dreams

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When the world is telling you to stop
But all you want to do is move
Take those steps to your own beat
No one can tell you what to do
If you follow your own brick road
Waking up shouldn’t be a chore
So take the road less traveled
We’re not in Kansas anymore

Take the road outta this town
And get your ass on a plane
Leave the land where time stands still
And get the hell outta this place
When your wishes are all but granted
When your sweet dreams fade to black
You’ve got time for a road trip
Cut the ties holding you back

You can’t live your life in fear
Of when life decides to make changes
So don’t let your own voice stop you
Or the unkindness of strangers
Find your reason to wake up each day
You should live to sleep when you’re dead
I came I saw I conquered it all
Should be written on your death bed

Take the road outta this town
And get your ass on a plane
Leave the land where time stands still
And get the hell outta this place
When your wishes are all but granted
When your sweet dreams fade to black
You’ve got time for a road trip
Cut the ties holding you back

Those who keep time let time fly by
Who knows what tomorrow will bring
So go on get out your guitar
A watched clock doesn’t sing
Run to the edge of the world
Leave all your troubles behind
Don’t say you’ll do it tomorrow
Hurry up cause you’re out of time

Take the road outta this town
And get your ass on a plane
Leave the land where time stands still
And get the hell outta this place
When your wishes are all but granted
When your sweet dreams fade to black
You’ve got time for a road trip
Cut the ties holding you back

Love
Roxanne

I Am Happy

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I wrote What If about a conversation a had with this guy once where I wasn’t totally honest, and if I had told the truth, it may not have been the last time that we ever spoke. Of course, my inability to be vulnerable strikes again.

He recently followed me on Instagram (iam_roxanne in case you were wondering) and it made my think about our last conversation and if I had been telling the truth or not when he asked me if I had feelings for him. I said no and I don’t know if that was true and if it wasn’t, would he have said he had feelings for me too? Would we have started dating? Would we still be together?

I had so many questions that I couldn’t answer so I decided to write some lyrics about it. I had the chorus first. It’s basically just all the thoughts I had at the time. The rest was harder. By the time I started to write the rest I wasn’t in the same head. I was no longer panicking about maybe making a mistake. But I got there in the end.

I don’t think I made a mistake. He has been seeing this girl since not long after our last conversation. He seems happy. And I’m happy too. I guess the moral of this story is if it’s meant to be it’ll happen and don’t stress about the decisions you’ve made in the past, it’s too late to change them and they’ll only put a damper on your future.

Love
Roxanne

What If

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Kept awake by those memories
Looking for easy remedies
I can’t escape what could have been
Hurting because I should have seen
Standing alone in an empty field
Unprotected and without a shield
It’s my fault I’m watching from a far
If only I’d been honest from the start

What if I opened up
What if I let you in
Would we be in love
Would it mean a thing
If I said those words
If you felt the same
Could there be a world
Where I’m not to blame
What if

Tracing the lines of the scar
Carved deep in my lonely heart
In the end I got what I deserve
I wasn’t willing to say those words
So the green-eyed monster’s locked away
I know that I can’t stay this way
Cause if there is a happy ending
I won’t find it by pretending

What if I opened up
What if I let you in
Would we be in love
Would it mean a thing
If I said those words
If you felt the same
Could there be a world
Where I’m not to blame
What if

Secret glances, second chances
Can’t have one without the other
No more glances, wasted chances
You two are made for each other

What if I opened up
What if I let you in
Would we be in love
Would it mean a thing
If I said those words
If you felt the same
Could there be a world
Where I’m not to blame
What if

Love
Roxanne

 

That’s My Plan

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I Remember is a love story, written from the perspective of the one who was still in love about the one who had moved on.

Relationships and love and stuff are hard. Every time you enter a relationship you are either going to spend the rest of your life with that person or you’ll break up. And the idea that one of you can just fall out of love, without any warning, is scary.

For that reason and many more, I’ve never really been the relationship girl. So I’ve never had to deal with a break up. Never gotten my heart broken by some guy. I consider myself lucky that way, but that’s just me.

But I have been to all those places in the lyrics and they are amazing. I can’t wait to go there again, whether it be by myself, with friends or family or a significant other, because I loved my time there and I won’t let someone else dictate how I live. So I guess my point is that if some guy decides he doesn’t love you anymore, his loss BTW, then go travelling by yourself. Live your life they you want and finds someone who’ll want to live it with you.

That’s my plan.

Love
Roxanne

I Remember

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I found the box you left for me with all of my stuff
Who knew it’d be so easy to fall out of love
You were my everything why wasn’t I enough
When did living with me become just too tough

I remember
The nights we spent dancing in Paris
All alone with the moon and the stars
And bike riding across Amsterdam
I’d replay each moment from the start

When even the flowers you gave me have long ago died
I keep telling myself there’s no reason left to fight
But that won’t stop me from breaking down inside
And I won’t tell you about the nights that I cried

I remember
The days we spent swimming in the sea
Or the night we got drunk in a bar
Drinking more than a few wines in Rome
I’d replay each moment from the start

But I just can’t stand still
Watching you move on
Staring at pictures on the wall
Won’t change a thing we’re done

I remember
The time we spent believing in magic
We thought that Loch Ness couldn’t be far
Even those night it rained in London
I’d replay each moment from the start

Love
Roxanne

Survive Another Day

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Stay was written by piecing together bits of lyrics that have come to me and then kinda filling in the blanks. I started with the first 2 lines of the Chorus and then went back over my notes to see what else I had come up with the that talked about demons or darkness or evil, then I edited them to make it fit.

But then I wanted it to mean more than just being about Hell. I thought about why so many little bits of lyrics I write talk about darkness. It’s a depression thing.

So I edited the lyrics so that it’s like the demons and darkness are like my depression wanting me to take my own life, that’s the fight going on between the light and the dark, and all that talk of going to Hell is really just me going to a Psychiatric Facility to get help.

None of this really happened, but I really like the line ‘Whoever wins you both must stay’ because it’s like saying even if you survive this fight, there’s always tomorrow’s. With depression, every day is a fight, every day is like living in Hell.

I hope you survive today’s fight.

Love
Roxanne

Stay

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How could I leave this town
Where only dead things grow
Of all the paths to choose from
I know it’s the only road
With the devil on my shoulder
And the angel losing it’s fight
The voices whisper in my ear
I must suffocate the light

Follow your demons to the depths of hell
Who will win only time will tell
The flames will dance and the shadows will play
Whoever wins you both must stay

When the spell was cast at dawn
It’s time for demons to hide
The darkness claws out of me
Leaving me hollow inside
Waiting for night to fall
Is worse than watching blood dry
When evil comes out to play
Your soul begins to cry

Follow your demons to the depths of hell
Who will win only time will tell
The flames will dance and the shadows will play
Whoever wins you both must stay

You’ve gone too far there’s no turning back
The light is gone and your soul is black
But at the gates you can only smile
Better add psychotic to your file

Follow your demons to the depths of hell
Who will win only time will tell
The flames will dance and the shadows will play
Whoever wins you both must stay

Love
Roxanne

I Will Not Forget

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Paint The Walls was written after the one year anniversary of a day I’ll never forget. The Lindt Cafe siege in Sydney. I was at work about 5 metres away when it started.

I’ve written other lyrics in the months following that day but they were more emotional and I wanted to write something now that a bit more time has passed. Something less about what I felt and more about what happened after.

The amount of people that stopped by afterwards, not to pay their respects, but to take a selfie in front of the building was disgusting. One family tried to get in and see the inside. It was still a crime scene and these parents wanted to take their young children in to see where 2 innocent lives were lost.

And don’t get me started about the media. You should have seen the amount of cameras there were the day of the grand reopening.

I still get angry when I think about the days following 15/12/14. But not everyone was so disrespectful. There were so many flowers that they had to keep finding new places where people could put them.

I used to think about that day everyday. Working so close didn’t really help. I can’t imagine what it’s like for those working in Lindt that day that still work there. But lately I’ve found that I’m thinking about it less and less.

I don’t want to forget about it. I don’t want to forget the lives that were lost and the lives that were changed forever. I feel that if I stop thinking about that day then those lives will be forgotten, like they didn’t mean anything. Like their tragic deaths didn’t mean anything. That would make the events of those 17 hours even more tragic.

I don’t want to forget. I will not forget.

Love
Roxanne

Paint The Walls

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The bar wasn’t opened but I needed a drink
So much had happened I could hardly think
I was barely through the door when I was embraced
Back then not even I knew the things I faced
Defined by a day buried deep in my head
Old tears weren’t drying before new ones were shed
We saw not only the flowers and kind words
There were cameras rolling they came in herds

With the threat of a bomb hanging over your head
Walking down the street like it’s dawn of the dead
How does it feel to know that while others bled
You were at home dreaming safely in bed
With the threat of a bomb hanging over your head
Walking down the street like it’s dawn of the dead
When he stayed up late to paint the walls red
You were at home dreaming safely in bed

I witnessed the worst of human reactions
Like it was just another tourist distraction
People had questions and things to be said
But I had the answers programmed in my head
Daily reminders reawaken my fear
Those from the past always present and near
One day I’ll move forward next I’ll fall behind
And some days I hoped I’d never be fine

With the threat of a bomb hanging over your head
Walking down the street like it’s dawn of the dead
How does it feel to know that while others bled
You were at home dreaming safely in bed
With the threat of a bomb hanging over your head
Walking down the street like it’s dawn of the dead
When he stayed up late to paint the walls red
You were at home dreaming safely in bed

(He stayed up late to paint the walls red)
And gave my voice a story to tell
(He stayed up late to paint the walls red)
And every night more tears fell
(He stayed up late to paint the walls red)
Can you hear the sound of the church bells
(He stayed up late to paint the walls red)
And gave my voice a story to tell

With the threat of a bomb hanging over your head
Walking down the street like it’s dawn of the dead
How does it feel to know that while others bled
You were at home dreaming safely in bed
With the threat of a bomb hanging over your head
Walking down the street like it’s dawn of the dead
When he stayed up late to paint the walls red
You were at home dreaming safely in bed

Love
Roxanne