If i were to reach out 
and pull you close to me
and lay my lips upon you
how bad would it be?

And i were to, without warning, tell you that i loved you
I couldn't dream without you, baby
How bad would it be?

And would it be so bad
if i finally let you in?
And could it be that sad to know 
you missed out in the end?
'Cause you would lose this love and you'd lose all these memories
If you decide that it's not good now.
... Is it not good now?

If i were to reach out
and pull you into me
and lay all this love on you
How bad would it be?

And if i were to, without asking, tell you that i need you
I hunger, yearn to feed you baby
How bad would it be?

And would it be so hard to tell me what it is you feel?
And would it be too much from you to give me all you are?
And would it be too much, my love, if i asked you to stay right here with me
Could it be?
Baby, would you let it be...?

If i told you that i saw you looking at me when i slept
If i said i knew exactly which thoughts have finally crept
into your weary mind, so sick of fighting my endeavours,
Would it be so bad you'd have to keep me undercover?

And how hard would it be to finally give your love to me?
And how hard should it be for me to beg you to want me?
And how hard must i try to make you long to be with me?

And what would it be like, to be loved for who i am
By someone like you.
Could it be?

1998, Ingrid Brooks ("Ingrid the Destroyer") (-Bell-Fong-Daley), Produced by Tony Serio, New Orleans, Louisiana.

Would It Be

The end of the world has proven to be an out-of-sync and unfinished experience; my mood has been the same, and i think this kinda scotch-tape version sounds exactly how i feel. (except the mellotron which i couldn't use since i don't own one)
Enjoy? And feel free to share, honestly. It's nice to know when you have company.

Goin' home
Day is done
I'm all alone
Nobody's come.

Far away, across the isles
Your apathy and fear wear autostatic smiles

Feels like the end of the world
Feels like the end of the world

Far away
Or next to me
Still not as dark as it's about to be

For all the noise we've heard
And all we'll ever see
Funny how the cataclysm feels just like ennui
but it's the end of the world.
Guess it's the end of the world?

End of the world, end of the world, the end...
I'm just so tired of the end of the world.

Everyday, the end of the world.

The End of the World

I know you're sitting at home tonight
You feel her in the air
It's hard to have another sleepless night
You remember with an empty stare
Nothing surrounds but the sound of her absence
So you pick up the telephone and dial my number
Too afraid to pass the time alone...

But no way am i gonna be your Consolation Prize
Look into those eyes and see what i despise.

For so long, you weren't sure she was the one you wanted near
But funny, in her absence, 
You find yourself wishing she was here...
Her memory reminds you your love's lost
And turns a once burning heart, a cold and steel frost

No way am I gonna be your Consolation Prize
Look into those eyes and see what i despise.
Get on with your life, stop twisting this knife,
I'll never be your love or your wife...

..I can't even be a friend to you now.

Consolation Prize (1998)

If i told you that i saw you
looking at me when i slept,
If i said i knew exactly
which thoughts had finally crept
into your weary mind, so sick of fighting my endeavours
Would it be so bad 
you'd have to keep me under-cover(s)?

Would it be so bad if i finally let you in?
And could it be that sad to know you missed out in the end?
'Cause you would lose this love and you'd lose all these memories
if you decide that it's not good now...
Is it not good now?

If i were to reach out
and pull you close to me
And lay my lips upon you
How bad would it be?
And if i were to--without warning--tell you that i loved you,
I couldn't dream without you, babe
How bad would it be?

Would it be so bad?
Missed out, missed out, missed out, missed out...
'Cause you would lose this love
And you'd lose all these memories if you decide that it's not good now.
Is it not good now?

If i were to reach out
and pull you into me
And lay all this love on you,
How bad would it be?

And if i were to, without asking,
tell you that i need you,
I hunger, yearn to feed you, baby
How bad would it be?

How hard would it be to finally give your love to me?
How hard should it be for me to beg you to want me?
And what would it be like to be loved for who i am?
And what would it be like to be loved for who i am?
And what would it be like to be loved for who i am?
And what would it be like to be loved for who i am, by someone like you
Could it be?

1998, Ingrid Brooks Bell (Fong-Daley)/Ingrid the Destroyer, remixed/produced by Earl Scioneaux III, New Orleans LA.

Ingrid Fong-Daley

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