Elizabeth Louise

Brisbane based singer, songwriter and acrobatic dancer.
"Music fills the space left vacant by words."

A Little Too Insecure.

I’m a a little too sensitive, it’s a little too hard to shake
A little too paranoid I won’t be what it takes
My smile sits politely in the background of your mind
I’m a little too comfortable that I’m a secret they won’t find
Her eyes graze mine in the depth of the nighttime crowd
And I’m a little too insecure that she’ll be what he once found

I’m a little too new for this hidden kind of fear
Far too exposed for a single, wayward tear
His eyes meet mine as a smile will grace his lips
But I’m far too concerned I won’t be his nighttime kiss
His hand holds mine politely as we walk 
The wind hides the silence as both refuse to talk 

I’m a little too sensitive, it’s a little too hard to fake
A little too upset that I can’t be what this takes
His requests sit politely in the forefront of my mind
I’m a little uncomfortable that I’m not what he hopes to find
I’m a little too sensitive, it’s a little too hard to shake
A little too paranoid I won’t be what it takes. 

I hate you, I miss you, I fucking loathe you.

Laughing, dancing, crying, hating, loving… I thought we’d be side by side, laughing til’ the end, playing pretend….

living the dream we’d dreamt for years,
soothing each other of our childish fears, 
they ask me what happened - what went wrong ,
and all I can tell them is that we didn’t belong, 
there was nothing unusual about our endless bond,
standing tall - always a little too strong, 
if I told you I didn’t want it to turn out this way,
that I dream of the past sometimes living in a daze,
I inspired for freedom and for a golden dream,
you excelled when you created your dramatic scene,
there’s not much left of our world laying dead,
too much hatred in the words we never said,
I didn’t explain to you why I needed to leave,
but my words were never something you’d truly need,
broken hearted and left out in the cold,
your eyes are that of a story too old ,
you broke his heart and laughed in the wind,
You took my trust to lay cold with your sins,
Left out to dry - we stood naked in the breeze,
Those boys will always have you down on your knees,
Self punishment, loathing, your eyes are glass,
And I told you, I warned you, nothing would last,
They spoke of envy - we told them we’d always believe,
We owned our spot - we were always the queens,
I rode out of town and left you to wallow in your truth,
I’ll never forget you, I’ll always regret you, I’ll always need you, I fucking loathe you.

We Close Our Eyes

A day which felt too normal fast became too real
A few more questions linger before we align the seal
If you could tell us what you were thinking, tell me, would you?
If we had just one more day, would you let us hear the truth?

A glint of his soul through sparkling eyes
A smile painted perfectly for a permanent disguise
His heart too pure for honesty, a heart too pure for pain
Now we close our eyes where your memories remain

Far too many tears with answers in the air
Screaming to the skies that life just isn’t fair
There’s whispers in the wind with a promise bound and kept
Those who live and love you are those you quickly left
There’s not much room for tears as confusion sweeps by
Another drawn out day, but for you a wish to fly

A glint of his soul through sparkling eyes
A smile painted perfectly for a permanent disguise
His heart too pure for honesty, a heart too pure for pain
Now we close our eyes where these memories will play

I’ve never met a soul so genuinely unique
A friend, a brother, a son with no words left to speak
Memories crashing down of a friendship formed so fast
A bond which remained, regardless of how time passed
A movie without sound plays before my eyes
So tell me, how do we ever start to say goodbye?

A glint of his soul through sparkling eyes
A smile painted perfectly for a permanent disguise
His heart too pure for honesty, a heart too pure for pain
Now we close our eyes where your memories remain
A heart perhaps too fragile, a soul perhaps too big
Now we close our eyes where your memories will live

Whispers in the Wind.


Wow, what a week. I’m not one to wish my life away, but I want this week to be done already. I’m not even completely excited about going overseas yet, possibly because it hasn’t hit me that I’m actually going, but possibly because it’s hard to feel excited right now. I’m not sure why I’m writing this… I don’t really do the typical “diary entry” blog style post… but I feel like a million emotions are trapped inside of me and they aren’t even coming out in song. On Friday, an old friend who I’ve known since I was 15 decided to take his life and on Saturday I was helping to raise funds for a friend who is fighting for his life and I’m sitting here confused out of my mind. I’ve asked the wind a million questions as to why he did took such a beautiful soul away from this world, if it was really what he wanted, if it was just the alcohol taking over his mind or if he had planned it for a while. When we were teenagers he would tell me reasons why life was hard for whatever teenage reason, but we’d chat and I’d explain he had so much to live for. He had his friends and he had his music. He was always so talented when it came to music, and naturally so. A songwriter, a musician and a vocalist - he had so much going for him. He had a group of friends who were so loyal and so willing to help him whenever he would need…and he always seemed so happy after school had finished. So why did he take that final, fatal step? I’m so confused.

Regrets are swirling through my mind. I regret not going to his house party a couple of months ago, I regret not staying with him longer last time I saw him out, I regret that the all ages show I was planning to put on and include his band never came to fruition and most of all, I regret that we never made the time to follow through with our plan to write a song together. He had so much emotion, so much depth and so much love inside of him. Such a genuine person. I went through our facebook trail the other day reading our posts to each other, then I went through my phone and read our texts. I’ve gone through so many memories in my head - staying up late talking to him on MSN in high school - talking about how no one really “understood” our taste in music, his love and devotion to Marilyn Manson, his will to succeed in music and his longing for a girl who shared to same devotions in life as he did. He just wanted to be understood, he wanted to feel loved.

Can you see how many people are posting on your facebook wall telling you they miss you? Telling you that they’re scared, they’re hurting and they’re sorry you felt you had no other place to run to? So why did you do it? Surely you knew how loved you were. Surely you saw how many friends would move the world to help you? If you didn’t… then I hope you do now. I want to call you selfish and I want to be angry at you, but I can’t. I can’t bring myself to be angry at you because I know what a beautiful soul you had, and you woudln’t ever willingly cause pain to other people - but you have. Apparently you’ve tried this before, apparently it was what you wanted…. if this is true and it is what you deeply and truly wanted, then I hope you’ve found peace. I hope that wherever you are, you’ve found some sort of happiness you were never able to find on earth.

Thank you for showing my 15 year old self that it was okay to like “Strange” music, that it was okay to say exactly what you wanted to say, that it was okay to express your opinion and stand up for yourself. Thank you for being a friend, for being one of those friends who you don’t see all the time, but whom you still have contact with. Thank you for showing me your music and telling me that I need to pursue mine. Thank you for helping me with my confidence. Thank you for reading my poems, for staying up late and chatting with me and for understanding what I meant most of the time. I didn’t see you as much as I would have liked to, but through social media and texts, we still stayed in touch. I have so many memories and questions swirling through my head that I need to leave at bay. I’ll always remember you. I’ll listen to your music and remember your passion of a world you wanted so much to be part of. I’ll miss knowing that I could see you at the next gig, I’ll miss you messaging me to go and get drunk with you, I’ll miss talking to you about music and your band. Wherever you are and whatever journey you’re on right now, I hope you’re smiling with a peace in your heart which you deserve so much. Goodbye Brett, rest easy with peace in your soul.

The first half of a cover of Lisa Loeb’s song “Stay”.  The second half has disappeared during upload… full version on its merry way!

#music #songwriting #acoustic #girlswithguitar #inspired (Taken with instagram)

#music #songwriting #acoustic #girlswithguitar #inspired (Taken with instagram)

My favourite boots/shoes thanks to @studmuffy ❤ (Taken with instagram)

My favourite boots/shoes thanks to @studmuffy ❤ (Taken with instagram)

It Must Be You

Inner truth hidden in the depths of a sigh
The taste of desire just a little too high
I’ve got this little peep show and you’ve got the coins
A glimpse of my soul instead of stripped out loins
A mind stripped empty but filled with a dream
And I’m sitting here praying you’re all that you seem

Dancing with chance but this balance is so new
And all that I can say is that it must be you
There’s a leap in my step and a bounce to my words
Collectively sounding like I’ve cleaned out the dirt
There’s a scent in the air like the innocence of youth
And all I can say is that it must be you

The pavement seems endless as we speak of our lives
Sharing memories like our worlds were always combined
Oh this is the time, this is the perfect place
You’re the perfect soul and this is our perfect place
The look in your eyes and the tingle in my skin
Oh this is the feeling when it comes from within

Dancing with chance but this balance is so new
And all that I can say is that it must be you
There’s a leap in my step and a bounce to my words
Collectively sounding like I’ve cleaned out the dirt
There’s a smell in the air like the innocence of youth
And all I can say is that it must be you

I’d be silly, such a fool, if I let this slide by
Oh I’d be stupid if I ignored that truth in your sigh
Theres a sure sense of clarity in the warmth of your touch
Your stories are clean and your sins are just enough

Dancing with chance but this balance is so new
And all that I can say is that it must be you
There’s a leap in my step and a bounce in my words
Collectively sounding like I’ve cleaned out the dirt
There’s a smell in the air like the innocence of youth
And all I can say is that it must be you

Memories I Don’t Own

These memories I don’t own are breaking my heart
Shaken up, ripped up and torn apart
Adopt my shattered pieces and build them a home
Take me away from these memories I don’t own

A closed up wound ripped open to bare
I guess I’m not okay with what needs to be shared
A surface thick with an image of content
From the nice accepting girl, I need to repent
Words too sharp for the edge of my skin
Images I don’t need are bleeding within

These memories I don’t own are breaking my heart
Shaken up, ripped up and torn apart
Adopt my shattered pieces and build them a home
Take me away from these memories I don’t own

There’s a line in the sand drawn with a smile
This simple readjustment could take a while
I’m building a wall but it wasn’t my intention
I’ll hide in this corner til’ I find my prevention
Choking my doubts trying to find a truth
Trusting always came so easy with you
I’ll make sure my smile is louder than my thoughts
This wall will fall down when my mind becomes a bore

These memories I don’t own are tearing me down
Searching for the truth in this world I’ve found
Take my shattered pieces so I’m not here alone
Take me away from these memories I don’t own

Pocket Full Of

A pocket full of happiness, a bucket full of pride
A pocket full of everything I can’t seem to hide
A sleeve too long with my heart stitched on tight
A pocket full of wrongs need to find their right

A sunlit cloud in the darkest of nights
The cleanest soul in the dirtiest fight
Trees too tall and the corner view is blocked
A pocket full of envy for a heart too shocked
A lustful eye caught out in the act
A bold, simple statement which needs to retract
Humanity reigns in the act of the night
A pocket full of tears I need to fight

A pocket full of happiness, a bucket full of pride
A pocket full of everything I can’t seem to hide
A sleeve too long with my heart stitched on tight
A pocket full of wrongs with a fight for their rights

Magnifying the truth in the distant path
A pocketful of words from an isolated past
Shoulders weighted under a world of doubt
Tears of surrender when the words are let out
A pocket full of too much which needs to die
A heart full of blissfulness which needs to fly

I’ve got a pocket full of lust for a lifetime of love
A pocket full of words that I need to trust
Your eyes meet mine and I need to know
This pocket full of happiness we’ll never let go

A pocket full of happiness, a bucket full of pride
A pocket full of everything I can’t seem to hide
A sleeve too long with my heart stitched on tight
A pocket full of truths to make everything right