ARES.
My Glass eyelids are ready to battle
Wine bottle retinas
Mosaics on the pavement
Now Ares broke the skylight
And the world is falling in
We're repressed and possessed by a brick wall
Now the walls are shaking, shields are breaking
And I can't stop. 
The world is falling In

Oh little tear drop you had to start a war
Waves on the bridge of the nose
Eyelash swords 
I'm caught up in dolour
Oh little tear drop just go

The river of woe is running in my mortals veins
Some go insane and others become one with the rain
Cerberus left his post
And the world is falling in
Second guessed
Am I less for letting go
Now the circle shakes its head but I say no
The world is falling in

Oh little tear drop you had to start a war
Waves on the bridge of a nose
Eyelash swords 
I'm caught up in dolour
Oh little tear drop just go

Ares. DEMO: Written & performed by Kiera Osment.

It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas. Cover by Kiera Osment.

What do I believe?
Green elephants in the sky?
What do I believe?
In nothing, something, maybe nothing
What shall I believe?
Ambiguous waves
and physical plains with no sky?

Am I as real as the buildings next to me?
When I die, do I fall where everyone's a nobody?
Do I plague ignorance and hope that I am more than sentience?
Do I live a life of a science and dwell in a place of despondency?

What do believe?
The man on the corner who preaches disorder.
What shall I believe.
In nothing, something. Maybe nothing 
What shall I believe?
In Monochrome brigades.
Or silent shadows watching me.

Am I as real as the buildings next to me?
When I die, do I fall where everyone's a nobody?
Do I plague ignorance and hope that I am more than sentience?
Do I live a life of a science and dwell in a place of despondency?

DEMO> Green Elephants. Written/recorded/performed/Kiera Osment.

Fish Bowl.
Wearing fish bowl hats
I wonder, I ponder, who is drowning more?
Who I am to yell about short straws? 
Paper cuts, in an ocean of blood. 
I flew back to the nest, with a hand sewn vest. 
I wonder, I ponder, if feathers could fly? 

Easy to seem strong when your lifting leaves.
Easy to seem wise when you are giving your self advice.
Easy to be normal when your in a crowd of one.
Would I be treading oxygen if I held the gun?

Wearing weights on backs. 
I wonder, I ponder, what I've got to lose?
Who am I to dwell upon a bruise?
Nation of accelerating hearts,
Back to the cradle, amongst silk and fables.
I wonder, I ponder if feathers could fly.

Easy to seem strong when your lifting leaves.
Easy to seem wise when you are giving your self advice.
Easy to be normal when your in a crowd of one.
Would I be treading oxygen if I held the gun?

Fish Bowl. Demo,Written & Performed//Kiera Osment

Templates, there are templates, for a force that shouldn't of been broken in.
Templates, would you build a, would you tie ribbons on the free air? 
Would you write algorithms on how to breathe. Put a quota on the open sea?
With your templates for creation, tell me will the lambs stop painting the sky green?  

So tell the people why, the freedom had to die. Rebellion and anarchy, leads to dusty picture frames. So tell the people, about the compromise. The devils here to size your soul, for the taking and your life for the making. 

Stencils on our instincts, we're scribbling over nature and not the lines.
Stencils, tie your shoelaces together so you can't walk on too far. 
Should you code your way out of feelings? Even now we feel like grey rocks.
With your stencils, smashing red stop signs,  turning the green light to face unpainted walls.

So tell the people why, the freedom had to die. Rebellion and anarchy, leads to dusty picture frames. So tell the people, about the compromise. The devils here to size your soul, for the taking and your life for the making. 

Templates shouldn't make or break me, I'm shaking and I'm waking up in a rusty van, as the big guns trade the sheep for platinum and I send myself for the prize as I fall into concrete cages, and souls disengage.

So tell the people why, the freedom had to die. Rebellion and anarchy, leads to dusty picture frames. So tell the people, about the compromise. The devils here to size your soul, for the taking and your life for the making.

Templates//Kiera Osment/Demo/roughdraft

Hydraulic Press

There's a tiny glow
A streetlight flickers at night 
And barbed wire fences 
And bricks with defences
Flying pigs and scribbles arm themselves
The Ground is shaking
A polka dot dress flying off the line
As the ravens scarper 
And the veins work harder
Left my lungs on the moon and now it's red 

Blacks holes and balls of thread
Unravels all over what once was said
I'm a car crash head amongst toddlers scrawl
Thoughts in the bunk bed, hiding from it all
Hydraulic press my aching head 

Charcoal lake dreams
Life stilted, wavers in fright
Cause embers are sounding
Reverb thoughts are bounding
Behind the velvet curtains is a ghost
Eclipsed delight
Tornado like motion I fight
A spiral cortex
A falling vortex
Balloons overdosing on air
Left my lungs on the moon and now it's red

Blacks holes and balls of thread
Unravels all over what once was said
I'm a car crash head amongst toddlers scrawl
Thoughts in the bunk bed, hiding from it all
Hydraulic press my aching head

Ohhh etc

Hydraulic Press // Demo - 1st take // Kiera Osment.

I hope my mama (grandma) will forgive me for this song. I wrote this in the grip of feeling really angry and emotional about seeing cancer take her slowly away. Always missed Mama.x

The doors now opened can never be shut. 
Grieve the future, grieve the past, the present, it will never last. 
Jack-in-the-box, with a fountain of rocks, shut the windows and play pretend. 
Can you make another cup of tea? 
I'm finding it hard to breathe.

I should be grateful, say goodbye with grace and thank fate.
It's a light in this foggy mirage right? 
NO. 
Well, fates a bully. 
There's no closure, only open doors. 
No dignity in this rotting floor. 
Well, fates a bully. 
There's no closures, only open doors. 
No bandages for this mortal war. 
Well fates a bully

Lately, egg shells are my shoes.
We used to yell and shout but it wouldn't leave a dent.
We used to walk and walk, but that's a rare event.
All these used to's, but now there's only maybes.
Suddenly I can't remember the good days in clarity.
We can't fall apart, we're broken skin held together with chewing gum

I should be grateful, say goodbye with grace and thank fate.
It's a light in this foggy mirage right? 
NO. 
Well, fates a bully. 
There's no closure, only open doors. 
No dignity in this rotting floor. 
Well, fates a bully. 
There's no closures, only open doors. 
No bandages for this mortal war. 
Well fates a bully

Your letting go and holding on. I don't know what is right or wrong. 
From Hercules to a piece of paper, you fight your families arms. 
We only want to help, but we never choose the right words. 
Just digging a tunnel with a spoon.
You are looking well today, just a reminder of what you used to be.
Close your eyes no windows anymore.

It's terminal, spreads like a spider, webs entangle us all.
We might be losing you, but you're losing life,
So I'm selfish and I'm sad.
Am I hurting you by feeding you your favourite food, when nothing tastes the same anymore?
Am I wasting time on trying to talk like we used too?

I should be grateful, say goodbye with grace and thank fate.
It's a light in this foggy mirage right? 
NO. 
Well, fates a bully. 
There's no closure, only open doors. 
No dignity in this rotting floor. 
Well, fates a bully. 
There's no closures, only open doors. 
No bandages for this mortal war. 
Well fates a bully

Chewing Gum. Demo//Kiera Osment

We can play with match’s by the bridge, 
As I can’t drive back to the place I called home.
I can fall asleep on the ice in the summer. 
The cold won’t kill me and neither will this.. 
Craft the ash into confetti and you’ll see. 
There’s freedom when you’ve fallen.
Like a leaf from a autumn tree, you’ll rise again. 
Is freedom in falling like a leaf from in autumn your rise again

I see myself for what I give, but not what I am.
I see myself for what I can’t, but not what I can.
I hold myself because I’m pretending to have a plan.
But I forget there’s freedom on the floor. 
Fall with me

The grounds already ash, why worry about fire
The wind may roar, but I could soar in this mess, 
Why frame myself for fates faults, picture this
Was I fighting tides to bide time
I should run with the knowledge of the storm.
And maybe I find a glass compass
And find a new home, and rise again

Falling - Live demo

NEW MUSIC IN PROGRESS.
itunes: https://itunes.apple.com/gb/album/car-park-of-dead-dreams/id1150934527
https://kieraosmentmusic.bandcamp.com (Physical copies)
All songs are written, performed, produced and recorded by me, apart from a couple. Mainly recorded live or more recently on logic pro.
KIERA OSMENT - BIOGRAPHY
Kiera Osment, who hales from Devon has been compared to the likes of Sarah McLachlan, Lana Del Rey, Rae Morris and Natalie Merchant. Honest and unique.

 

Born in 2000 and home educated, Kiera from a young age has had a passion for music. That may have come from being blasted anything from Toms Waits to Dolly Parton onto her mothers stomach when she was in the womb.

 

She was drawn to the piano early on in her life. Given her first keyboard at six, then went on to learn classical piano at nine and achieving grade 8 at thirteen. At this time other instruments started to capture her interest, which included the guitar and cello.

 

Songwriting is her greatest joy, drawing on many experiences from life and her great interest in reading to write poignant songs full of metaphors and puzzles.

 

The strength and emotion of Kiera’s voice came to a surprise to her and her family. Singing wasn’t something Kiera set out to do, but the written songs had to be sung. Her voice is now a very important part of her music.

 

In recent times Kiera has supported Clare Teal, Eleanor McEvoy and Edwina Hayes, Kast Off Kinks, Kevin Mark Trail and BBC Radio 2 Folk award nominees Wildwood Kin. In 2013 she was on the longlist for Glastonbury’s Emerging talent completion and won best vocalist at the Song Academy Song Competition in London. She has also had some mentoring at Chale Abby Studios from level 42's Phil Gould.

 

Kiera is very driven and likes to play live as much as she can. She has played at many venues including; The Bedford and The Troubadour in London, The Fleece in Bristol. Locally, The Plough Arts Centre, Queens Theatre, The Loft Barber Sessions, The Creative Innovation Centre, South Devon Arts Centre as well as many pubs, clubs, hotels and restaurants throughout the Southwest.

 

She has also played at many Festivals including Brisfest, Godney Gathering, The Maker Festival, Watchet Music Festival, Cornwall Folk Festival, Tiverton Balloon And Music Festival and The Llama Festival.

 

Kiera has played several live sessions on local radio including BBC Introducing Devon and has also had many plays on various radio and internet shows throughout the world. “Quite Speechless, just Amazing, I’m quite teary eyed. So pleased you came in and did this live session.” - James Santer – BBC Introducing Devon. 

 

Kiera is constantly writing and performing and hopes to continue music into old age wherever it takes her!

Kiera Osment

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