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End of the Walls

by Easton Guillory

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1.
Fake 03:54
Just pretend, be like them, be their friend. Something I can’t mend, or even comprehend, when will this end. Doesn’t matter where or when I am, Its continuous. Ive changed my hair I changed my clothes I changed my interests I’ve tried, but its not right. Its been so long that I’ve forgotten why, why I torture myself why can’t I be content? With who I am. Feel like a lemon in a tree of limes, unnatural. Ive found its easier alone I’ve found that I just don’t know how to belong. Maybe this is just my destiny, just this life of pretending I’m someone I’m not, but who am I? But who am I? But who am I? Always wrong, always lost, I’m an outcast. Always wrong, always lost, I’m an outcast.
2.
Misty 04:23
Must be hard, when you’re on your own, with an empty heart and a broken home. But god knows she tried, she never let us down, her life was turned around but we were fine. She’s always been, she’s been there for me always, always. My whole life she’s been Always watching so close, She’s my safety net of sorts. Always watching she’s never far, And she keeps me safe, she keeps me sane, she never seems to fail. Where would we be? Without her ever giving hand. We didn’t have a lot, but she never put herself first. Misty I, thank you. Always watching so close, She’s my safety net of sorts. Always watching she’s never ever far, And she keeps me safe, she keeps me sane, and she never seems to fail. She never fails, she never fails, she never fails, she never fails. No.
3.
Broke Inside 04:06
You can buy a new car, you can get a new job, you can run far away, but that won’t make it stop. No matter how hard you try, You keep swimming round it circles till high tide. You can fly or fall. Go round in circles till you think you’ve seen it all. How low can you go, before you lose the game, what is winning anyhow, just take a bow it's all the same. No matter how hard you try, You keep swimming round it circles till high tide. You can fly or fall. Go round in circles till you think you’ve seen it all. You can fly or fall. Go round in circles till you think you’ve seen it all. You can run, you can hide, but you can't fix whats broke inside.
4.
Pointless 04:32
Always dreaming of a place that seems too far, it always seems too far. Reaching out to touch, this place that seems too far, it always seems too far. Never have I ever gotten close to the place in my dream. Am I really trying to find this place? Or am I happy right here. Not even trying to find this place, cos its always too far, its always too far. Why can’t I go? Why can’t I go? Why won’t I go? Cos it's easier to stay right where I am. Been so long that Ive convinced myself I’m fine, that I don’t need to try. Im my own demise, just me myself and I, I’m mum own demise. Tell myself that one day I will go, but I know, that I don’t, want to go. Everyday that goes by makes it worse, deeper in, further away, from this place. Why can’t I go? Why can’t I go? Why won’t I go? Cos it's easier to stay right where I am. Cos it's easier to stay right where I am. Cos it's easier to stay right where I am.
5.
Tomorrow brings another day, so take your time to pave your way. Ive been around I’ve had my say, your mum will keep you safe. We all knew this day would come, our time was short, you’re only young. Already proud of what you've done, you’ll always be my son. I've done all I can now, My time is up. I'll be with you where you go.
6.
One of the only places I know where you're alright to throw a line out on the table as long as you give the bartender one, but obviously they've got to recognise your face like they're not bloody daft. I mean howay. In these pubs you'll hear the absolute deepest, darkest, dirtiest of insults getting passed back and forth between mates like a game of fucking dead grandma ping pong, but its all cush because no ones arsed due to the fact their skin as is thick as they are. Mind you it's not all fun and games, link eyes with the wrong person for less than half a second and that obviously means you think they're a puff and you want to fight them. Even thinking about looking at them might just get you done in so, you're best off just keeping your eyes to yourself. And don't get me wrong, it's always been like this. Starts in school you'll get into a scrap over who gets the end of a £2 joint bought from the local smack head before the morning bell even fucking rings. Then after school we'd all congregate at the corner shop getting single 50p tabs on tick because you had to use your dinner money to pay off your last tick. Although it wasn't always that easy, before we could all confidently get served at 13 you had to wait for a local hero to go in the shop for you. But it got to the point where these modern day saints would just wait outside the shop hoping a youth would wander by needing their services simply so they could get a free tab out of it. Quite the mutually beneficial agreement really until of course you get that dick head who just takes your full ten deck and fucks off. But, I mean, live by the sword and all that. You'd then get home, your mam's still at work, dad's none existent, you go out to meet the boys to go thirds on a 5a bag or a quarter litre. Probably have to skip the metro to get there unless you needed roach obviously in which case a ticket is totally necessary. You'd then spend the whole night in a field or a back alley somewhere getting absolutely full of whatever. Then when the pubs close you'd have a load of fully grown blokes doing the exact same, it's like we were training for that lockdown our whole lives man. But now we're grown ups and if anything it's just gotten worse. We're all addicted to coke and we think we're lardy fucking dar because we drink in a Wetherspoons called the ritz. So never mind Hadrians Wall or Segedunum. Never mind how lucrative the coal mining and ship building was. We live in a town ran by takeaways, pubs, charity shops and Jonny Decker. We went from Romans to radgeys and its absolutely fucking class.

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A blend of prog, folk, neo-classical and pop.

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released April 5, 2022

Composer and Lyrics - Easton Guillory
Arranger - Shaun P Rafferty
Producer - Joe Sheldon
Guitar and Vocals - Easton Guillory
Piano and Flute - Shaun P Rafferty
Violin - Chloe Hayward
Cello - Polly Virr
Double Bass - Sylvain Letall
Trumpet - Archie Batty
Tenor and Soprano sax - Sam Johnson
Trombone - Connor Martin
Percussion - Louis Berthoud

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Easton Guillory Leeds, UK

Newcastle born musician in Leeds. Guitarist with a love of all things proggy and weird.

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