About

I am twenty years old, currently living in Brisbane, Australia. I love photography, bitter coffee and chaotic music.

This website is my portfolio and pixelated scrapbook documenting my experiences and my love of photography; a stream of digital consciousness.
The branches bend under the weight of your regretYou sit perched, up on high, it should break insteadThough branches are there, I can’t figure whyWe have all the while, to live and dieThe pendulums are swinging back and forthWe don’t have much without them thoughAnd there’s not a lot of space betweenWhat’s keeping me up, keeping me asleepWe’re all just skipping stonesHaven’t you heard the newsWe’re all just a bag of bonesHaven’t you heard the newsWe’re all ghosts of our former selves, haunting our sleep(Can we still dream)When I could still run for days, in the summer heat(The rest is sleep)Now all that’s left is some hollow shell, some dried up leaves(Can we break free)When i could still slide for days, on frozen concrete(Just let me breathe)The dreams stay the same, but the seasons change, the seasons changeThe dreams stay the same, but the reasons change, the reasons changeAnd all of this I think I’ve lived beforeYou were here when I just a boyIf I messed it up I’d just try againNothing was sacred, nothing was certainWhen I still hadThe whole world in front of meWhen I still wasThe person I wanted to beThe dreams stay the same, but the seasons change, the seasons changeThe dreams stay the same, but the reasons change, the reasons changeI had no choice in this, I took no part in itBut yet here I amI had no choice in this, I took no part in itBut yet here I amAll the pictures are in black and whiteThey’re memories of what it felt likeI’m failing to find all the parts to graspThe photo frames to send our pastYou gave it to me just to take it backDecided to strip me of what I hadWould it have killed you to be less like meWith all your loneliness, your miseryYears have passed but now I am looking backA sense of belonging that I never graspedWould it have killed you to be less like meWith all your dubious reasoningYou gave it to me just to take it backDecided to strip me of what I hadWould it have killed you to be less like meWith all your loneliness, your miseryYour dubious reasoning.

I can’t stop listening to this album, I picked it up and asked Lachie at Kill The Music what he thought of it and recommend it. So glad I own this record now, if you’re a fan of The Chariot and Defeater give these guys a listen.

The branches bend under the weight of your regret
You sit perched, up on high, it should break instead
Though branches are there, I can’t figure why
We have all the while, to live and die

The pendulums are swinging back and forth
We don’t have much without them though
And there’s not a lot of space between
What’s keeping me up, keeping me asleep

We’re all just skipping stones
Haven’t you heard the news
We’re all just a bag of bones
Haven’t you heard the news

We’re all ghosts of our former selves, haunting our sleep
(Can we still dream)
When I could still run for days, in the summer heat
(The rest is sleep)
Now all that’s left is some hollow shell, some dried up leaves
(Can we break free)
When i could still slide for days, on frozen concrete
(Just let me breathe)

The dreams stay the same, but the seasons change, the seasons change
The dreams stay the same, but the reasons change, the reasons change

And all of this I think I’ve lived before
You were here when I just a boy
If I messed it up I’d just try again
Nothing was sacred, nothing was certain

When I still had
The whole world in front of me
When I still was
The person I wanted to be

The dreams stay the same, but the seasons change, the seasons change
The dreams stay the same, but the reasons change, the reasons change

I had no choice in this, I took no part in it
But yet here I am
I had no choice in this, I took no part in it
But yet here I am

All the pictures are in black and white
They’re memories of what it felt like
I’m failing to find all the parts to grasp
The photo frames to send our past

You gave it to me just to take it back
Decided to strip me of what I had
Would it have killed you to be less like me
With all your loneliness, your misery
Years have passed but now I am looking back
A sense of belonging that I never grasped
Would it have killed you to be less like me
With all your dubious reasoning
You gave it to me just to take it back
Decided to strip me of what I had
Would it have killed you to be less like me
With all your loneliness, your misery
Your dubious reasoning.


I can’t stop listening to this album, I picked it up and asked Lachie at Kill The Music what he thought of it and recommend it. So glad I own this record now, if you’re a fan of The Chariot and Defeater give these guys a listen.

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