To celebrate the first ever under shelter sessions gig at stay gold in Brunswick, here's YLD live earlier this year!
Under Shelter Sessions Youtube: www.youtube.com/watch?v=d_8H_Kpw7Hg
Tickets to the show: www.eventbrite.com.au/e/undershelter…s-193255391077

'Young Lovers Do' Live at UnderShelter Sessions

This is an early version of Criteria, and the demo that got the attention of my collaborator and producer Dean Tuza. The tremolo guitar started a fuck tonne of tremolo to come and an obsession with 90s electronica!

You can find the official version on Spotify <3

Criteria Killed the Creative - Demo

Criteria Killed The Creative - Demo

for ella
sung, accompanied and produced by Tilly Vickers-Willis. 

Clothes Off

accompanied, recorded and sung by Tilly Vickers-Willis.
love ya sammy


technicolour beat (oh wonder cover)

Composed by Tilly Vickers-Willis on the 11/7/2016.
Sung, played(piano&guitar), produced and written by Tilly Vickers-Willis.

Lyrics below 

She was sixteen summers and winters old
Her burnt out taste formed a different mould, oh
With eyes that devoured and icy lips 
A trail of smoke and sweeping hips 
She found her light underwater where she couldn’t even breathe.

And I, I don’t know why
And I, I'll never know why.

The early days of September she spent alone
She longed for a place she'd never called home, oh 

She gathered boys with her venom and girls with her tongue
They were rolling up circles and faking their fun 

She loved painting with water, but in her hand lay a blade
She cut her words on her canvas, too deep for an aid
She was thirsting for music, but the sugar, it captured the crave.

And I, I don’t know why.
And I, I never knew why. 

You can describe her as dramatic, but don’t think she’s just loud
There is a beautiful soul hidden there to be found
We all get lost in this world that only ever shouts

She found her light underwater were she couldn’t breathe
Guess it was easier without all that sound to perceive
and she was singing an anthem her friends would never believe

And I, I don’t know why.
And I, I never knew why. 
And I, don’t know why 
And I, I’ll never know why. 


UnderWaterAnthem

Live on 3aw
Written, sung and accompanied by Tilly Vickers-Willis

if you hold me closer than a lover
see the flaws that make me up
where the sky’s all that ever really matters
clarity of soul is enough 

i was sorting through a box of cards
forgotten what i wanted, i was looking too hard
which is applicable to my own mind
it’s quite funny how those mundane things can often be aligned

i sighed a sigh and it just echoed
misinterpreted by the boy who caught it, down the road
he thought i was holding signs 
what if he thought i sighed a sigh because he thought i’d been unkind?

you’ll find out
if you hold me closer than a lover
see the flaws that make me up
where the sky’s all that ever really matters
clarity of soul is enough 

You’ll spend times and times rolling your eyes
yawning at façades of a friend 
im not going south with this taste in my mouth 
just give me a break 

and soak up the city’s products
products of the beings who created this luck
on this train we each have a purpose
each person has a place to go, something to miss, something they know

it’s easy to judge by colour
of the clothes you chose the skin you’re in 
size of your waist has got to be thin
but what do we truly look like under?
would i reflect the outside on the in 
would you see the girl i am within?

if you hold me closer than a lover
see the flaws that make me up
where the sky’s all that ever really matters
clarity of soul is enough 

please hold me closer than a lover
see the flaws that make me up
where the sky’s all that ever really matters
clarity of soul is enough

closer than a lover (live)

The Last Rain 

"There’s a word in Hebrew—malkosh—that means “last rain.” It’s a word that only means something in places like Israel, where there’s a clear distinction between winter and the long, dry stretch of summer. It’s a word, too, that can only be applied in retrospect. When it’s raining, you have no way of knowing that the falling drops would be the last ones of the year. But then time goes by, the clouds clear, and you realize that that rain shower was the one. "

. . .


There was a picture melting in her hand
With time escaping like grains of sand
And his words echoing like Israel’s last drops of rain. 

She took the last train with unfamiliar friends
He found a star, despite his broken lens
The breathe of dusk was a warning she’d forever ignore. 

And two months on 
Not another drop has fallen
And we won’t forget 
Our absent minds, at the time
Of the last rain. 

Arrays of white teeth, and willowed lungs
She found the heart thief, with a wicked tongue 
He wore a coat he borrowed from the sun.

Too many words to say, and not enough time
I’ve got a life to live - But is it mine?
A gamble is a stones throw from a corrupted mind.

And two years on 
Not another drop has fallen
And we won’t forget 
Our absent minds, at the time
Of the last rain 

So sweet like his dripping lies
That caught her in the deep desires
And the earthy scent that stayed long after the storm.

Oh ten years on 
Not another drop has fallen
And we won’t forget 
Our absent minds, at the time
Of the last rain

songs of my youth

the last rain

im not quite certain about anything
it may be youth it may be me 
i love the clouds that pass so carelessly 
hard to catch, harder to keep

we pedal through the leafy lane
there's dappled sunlight in my eyes
we laugh about the things we pain
two barefoot beauties at sunrise 
singing songs that we
know all the words to

and i know,
this is living
summer's soul
always giving

we're high as heaven & bronze as brass
the silver dusk just falls so fast
there's rolling waves in every shade
i photograph a perfect face
we sing songs that we
forgot the words to 

and i know,
this is living
summer's soul
always giving

they say you know you've got a good thing
if you miss it before its gone 
well i know we gotta good thing
because i miss you before you're gone

and i know,
this is living
i know  
we are living 
how do i know 
we are living
i just know 
this is living

this is living

she wore corduroy shorts 
of her mumma’s
from 1992

we were walking, talking
and spinning in a wave 
of life’s perfume

a salvation love affair 
in the hot hot heat of the summer air
o cherry lips by cordial; 
will you come with me to the wishing well?

oh dear mr. calm before the storm,
mrs angel growing horns, 
i beg to learn from your mistakes,
tell me how can i keep,
how can i keep this heart safe?

and perching like a
dove on a window
he lit up her quiet room 

hand in hand,
they ran straight into 
the arms of the Sunday moon.

a salvation love affair 
in the fading heat of the midnight air
cherry lips by cordial;
tomorrow you’ll have a story to tell

oh dear mr. calm before the storm,
mrs angel growing horns, 
i beg to learn from your mistakes,
tell me how can i keep,
how can i keep this heart safe?

and now our love,
 its melting like ice cream
there’s a pool round my sandy feet

the endless cycle turns
 another cycle 
my song plays on repeat

and now our love,
 its melting like ice cream
there’s a pool round our sandy feet

the endless cycle turns
 another cycle 
my song plays on repeat

that endless cycle

thank you to Sam, Johnny, and Jeff for teaching me things. and nan witcomb and Suse

observe

life was always placid til you came,
brought a thousand years of angry rain
caused a sandstorm on the way
laughed at the dumb girls on the train 
she spoke of her love like she spoke of her pain

The way that young lovers do

All of your habits are harmless she says
Until you are filling a void in your bed
The metaphoric hole in your head
Addiction is fiction til the ego is fed

The way that young lovers do 
The way that young lovers do 

And I feel so alive, with everything I’m feeling tonight 
I know I will cry, for everything I’m feeling tonight 

What do you see in the sky up above 
I don’t need a god when I’ve got you to love
We live by the day cos tomorrow’s another
Risk I will lose you and never recover

Spiky heart monitors are better he said 
It’s funny cos straight means your clinically dead
And loving and living are of the same thread
I do not fear death when you kiss me he said 


The way that young lovers do 
The way that young lovers do 

And I feel so alive, with everything I’m feeling tonight 
I know I will cry, for everything I’m feeling tonight 
I know I will cry, for everything I’m feeling tonight 

These violent delights they have violent ends
Like fire and powder their fate will descend 
A kiss intertwining both killer and lover,
The powerful play will soon take another

Young Lovers Do

if you’re still here i love u
inquiries - tillyvw1@gmail.com

Tilly Vickers Willis

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