nicole lepera

…just keeps getting better, all the time. 

I improvised this on my piano, which is in need of a tuning, but she still sounds sweet. I think it's interesting that I wrote these lyrics last night, not really knowing what they meant or whom they were speaking…

Ugh. Need I say more? 

This is an old-school vengeance anthem. Think mean girls at recess. Equal parts catty, goofy, and creepy. 

I was thinking about this song I wrote in 2003 today. It was written from a place of dawning heartbreak, when your subconscious mind knows the truth before you do. I am singing in my “tongues," a way I sing…

A prayer. 

To all the people I don't see anymore 

With their shoulda-woulda-couldas 

And their heavy vice of blame 

Countin' many ways they thought I was shamed 

"Why didn't you?" she asked with frown 

When I hoped…

Why live in a well 

When there is mercy 

Mercy 

Mercy 

There is mercy on us 

There are places you’re going to see 

The sky’s so blue 

Don’t you cry for me 

Cause I know what I’m gonna do 

Cause…

Preview from album coming out months from now. 

For those holding onto a single candle in the night, I hear you. 

When your pretty stained glass illusions shatter (and they always will), cry your tears, then joyfully sweep the colored shards away. For the sunlight you stand in now is pure, ancient, and true. 

This piece from my upcoming album, Bastard Helga, has been going through my head all day. 

I will so miss this old friend, my childhood piano...she has gone out of tune over the years and I took her for granted. But after playing her again, it was something akin to coming home again...and her familiar, sweet…

When you're fed up on a cold, rainy day. 

Goodbye, sweet little friend. 

The indescribable sense of loss when you watch years of memories being torn apart.