“Some teenagers kept blogs or journals to record this type of moody nostalgia, unremarkable artifacts buried under the weight of the real world. Smith, on the contrary, wrote songs about her youth experience; she sings on love, hate and living in a boy’s world, always telling an identifiable story by questioning such matters in conjunction. Her teenaged musings are not forgettable, but integral to her grown-up reality. And those written memories are just one of the pillars of Smith’s success – a soul-melting voice, radiant face and keen sense of self-awareness are the others.
Project 11 is not just a handful of stories crafted into tracks, but instead a multidimensional exploration of the aching human heart via soul in its most honest forms: music and poetry. (…) Granted, for a newcomer, dedicating even a petite fifth of a first project to spoken verse can be interpreted as over-ambition – nevertheless, softly squeezed in the middle of Smith’s record is London writer Thea Gajic’s poetry, titled “Carry Me Home (Interlude).” — Sydney Sweeney, Atwood Magazine, September 20, 2017
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[interlude]
I know you're weary and I've worn you out, but you can rest your mind here and take your trainers off and... I apologize. I should have approached this differently. We said we'd be honest with each other so I guess... You make me feel like the unrequited lover. I don't wanna follow you around until you find the truth. But I'd rather not kiss every stranger until I find you. Can't you just appear in my hands and I'll carry you instead? There's planets in my palms, if you get bored of my skin, I mean you change with the moon. Habitual rituals. Your smile in that light is my only residual. The first time we met, did you go home and think of me too? Our silence settles strangely now and self consciousness is heavy. I know. People overthink things. Women wreak havoc. Men implode. But don't trouble yourself with my opinions. Just remember me in the morning and carry me home
[carry me home]
Midnight strikes, where is my prince?Lost my comfort, more time to thinkBroken and bruised, tell me what I amFeel so unused, help me find your hand
I guess the sun still waits here
Got to hold it up for him
Carry me home
Bear my weight on your shoulders
Carry me home
Nothing else matters
Carry me home
Bear my weight on your shoulders
Carry me home and don’t let go
Said I don’t ever say things, so you can healYet I waited all for your seas to fillNow this bottle seems too hard to place down and leave to helpAnd now I feel like I’ve become your pain, you darlin' won’t be saved with me
I guess the sun still waits here
Got to hold it up for him
Carry me home
Bear my weight on your shoulders
Carry me home
Nothing else matters
Carry me home
Bear my weight on your shoulders
Carry me home
And don’t let go
I guess I’m still here waiting
Darling, I’m sorry I tried I gotta hold it up for him
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