Un Miroir

by Asha

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Un Miroir is a short acoustic album inspired by the pursuit of love, even if it's found in all the wrong places.

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released 05 November 2013
All music written, performed, recorded and mixed by Asha. Artwork by Russell Ewings Jr.

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Asha New York

Asha is singer/songwriter, composer and sound designer from Boston. Now Brooklyn-based, she often plays around New York City and loves collaborating with other artists.

Having graduated from Northeastern University with a degree in Music Technology, she hopes to someday make a living from making music.
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Track Name: Who is John Galt?
What happened to all the men?
The ones that made the world turn
They knew how to treat us right
And how to make our hearts burn

It all seems like a myth now
A magic beast found in the wild
When every man you meet now
Is a blundering fool or a child

I want you to hold me like a man should
Prove me wrong, and you might do some good

What happened to all the men?
The ones that used to be so strong
Back when they had a backbone
And would never do us wrong

What happened to the passion?
To the man who would die for his girl
All we’re asking for is a little love
Is there any of that left in the world?

I want you to hold me like a man should
Prove me wrong, and you might do some good
Track Name: Dead End
I'm an empty vessel without a key
The aftermath of a wreck, nothing left to see
My ghost is somewhere wandering the streets
Trying desperately to be invited back to me

But I cast this soul aside because it’s heavy
These thoughts in my head are too much for me
I beg you to lift this anchor and you hear my plea
But when you leave I know I'll never be free

You are a nice vacation from my life
But I'll never be your love, or your wife
You break down all my walls, my friend
But your love still leads to a dead end

I'm an unused sword trapped in a stone
With no mighty hero to take me home
And a stubbornness that most do not condone
But there are some battles I can't fight alone

You always seem to know what to say
To make me think things will change someday
Like I'm charming in my own way
Even though you see where my edges begin to fray

Why am I so hard to love?
When I try so hard to love?
I’ll have you for now until you grow tired of me
I’m an empty vessel, won’t you let me be
Track Name: Deep Dark Love
It’s warm, too warm in here
We need to find a quieter place
Where your lips become all I taste
When they’re not whispering in my ear
The night is still so young
And there’s no time to waste
So let’s grab our heavy jackets
And let us make haste

From jazz to jackhammers
The brick lined streets and store fronts
Where I kiss you under false moons
And whisper all the things I want
And reveal only the slightest of smiles
Playing coy all the while
You’re holding onto me like there’s nothing else
And I slowly start to lose myself

Tell me you think I’m pretty
But don’t ever call me your sweet heart
There’s nothing sweet about me
When you're touching me in the dark

The window where the city light seeps through
The heat of the passion that keeps you
This isn’t a night I want to sleep through
I’ve got you now and I’m going to keep you
I’m an animal in disguise
And to displease me would be unwise
I’m hungry and I have quite an appetite
And you better not disappoint me tonight

Tell me you think I’m pretty
But don’t ever call me your sweet heart
There’s nothing sweet about me
When you're touching me in the dark

I want to drink you in and make you bleed
Just give me a sip of your deep dark blood
You’re all I want and all I need
Just give me the tip of your deep dark love
Track Name: Skeletons
I lost faith in you, so many missed birthdays ago
There was no storm, no high winds, no tidal waves
Just the slow loss of someone you'll never know
And the regret we will both take to our graves

I was a lonely child, and you drove that dagger deeper
But I bled silently so it never mattered
I dreamt for a new life and I was a deep sleeper
I never wanted to learn to deal with the life you shattered

I can't replace you, so I erase you
And every man I meet I hope he is nothing like you
When I look in the mirror
I hope I'm nothing like you

I fear creating more life in your name
Because it would kill me for them to end up the same
Filled with anger, emptiness and shame
Waiting for the love and approval that just never came

And I remember the exact moment I lost faith in you
When you became just a strange man I didn't trust
When I knew if you'd die today it would be no loss
Another skeleton turned to dust

I can't replace you, so I erase you
And every man I meet I hope he is nothing like you
When I look in the mirror
I hope I'm nothing like you
Track Name: The Weight of Emptiness
Through a window she stares at dried banks of a river
She reaches for an empty glass and begins to quiver
Remembering a young man who had offered it all
But there are no pictures of him anywhere on her barren walls

Le berceau est vide, le berceau est trop vide
Elle leche ses larmes
The hour glass marks twelve
and she feels the weight of emptiness in her arms

There were cruel winters and stubborn springs
Where she often dreamt of love and other things
And he was nothing but gentle and kind
She was afraid of the white dress
And preferred the life of childlessness
and he frankly never did mind

Le berceau est vide, le berceau est trop vide
Elle leche ses larmes
The hour glass marks twelve
and she feels the weight of emptiness in her arms

She sits me down and says
"Ce pourrait etre votre avenir"
We must keep the ones we love near
So choose right and think deep
But I'm still too young to see
What kind of life awaits me
And if this man is worth the loss of sleep

But could I learn to love them?

Le berceau est vide, le berceau est un miroir
Elle leche ses larmes
The hour glass marks twelve
and she feels the weight of me still deciding in her arms