Emma C

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Emma C

He's looking in,
Looking in,
This looking glass,
Man made of skin..

He can see,
Can see right in,
See right through
My second skin.

I've tried so hard
To cover me.
Paint the mask
To just blend in.

So I bend these layers
Over me.
These blanket scars,
That comfort me.

To bury, bury, bury me.
Bury me invisible.

But now he's looking,
Looking in.
Sees the me
That no one sees.

This staring in
Discomforts me,
Uncovers, shudders,rattles me.

I've tried so hard
To cover me.
Bend these layers
Over me.

These blanket scars
That comfort me
To bury, bury, bury me,
Bury me invisible.

Now I'm stripped, naked and exposed
Too close , to close
To being known.

He's ripping back these parts within,
Peeling layers once so covered in.

It's like dust, some memory,
Some fxxxed up trust we're breathing in.

Could this be
My Uncovering...?

Stripped, naked and exposed
Too close , to close
To being known.

All the truths I've kept within,
Dangerously close to being seen.

It's like dust, some memory,
Some fxxxed up trust we're breathing in.

Could this be
My Uncovering...?

Do I dare
Uncover me?

Can I bend these layers back over me,
Cover me so he can't see.
Recover what he's seen in me.
Return to my Invisibility.

Ripped , so taken by surprise,
By this my Maker
Unmake and hide.

Too close
Too close
To being known...

Too close
Too close
Over exposed...

Careful, Careful
For I'll re-cover me...

If you get too close to me.

Copyright Emma Chute (Echo Charlie) 16/05/2020

The Looking In

You drew me a dream from a bottle of ink,
And you framed the picture so it would fit,
Then you tore it up,
Bit by bit,
Till there was nothing left of it.

I showed you the things that no one else sees,
The deep dark scared corners that make up me.
All these things I let you see,
All these things you took from me.

Now there's a Ghost in the room,
And she's looking at me.
I look in the mirror
And I see that she's me.

She's haunting the galleys,
The cabins, the stairs.
Hollow and hungry
With her dark, cold eyed stare.

Sometimes she is gone,
But she never disappears.
She's the Ghost of a memory
And she's haunting me here...

You drew me a map,
And I traveled down it.
You guided my way
So I didn't get lost on this trip.
Then you tore it up,
Bit by bit,
Till I was lost, alone on this ship.

Now I'm seeing things that no one else sees,
A dark stormy Knight that lives inside me.
He's got his sword and he's killing me,
With every memory he makes me see.

So now the doors are closing,
One , Two , Three!

No one will ever see the rest of me.

I'm erasing myself,
All memories.

So I can get lost,
In my invisibility.

Coz there's a Ghost in the room
And she's looking at me,
I look in the mirror
And I see that she's me.

She's haunting the galleys,
The cabins, the stairs.
Hungry and hollow,
With her dark, cold eyed stare.

Sometimes she is gone,
But she never disappears.
She's the Ghost of a memory,
And she's haunting me here.

So now the doors are closing,
One, Two, Three!

No one will ever see the rest of me.

She's taking my memories
And erasing me...

Till it's just, my Ghost and me.

Copyright Emma Chute 26/9/2018

Ghost In The Room

I just wanted something,
And I swear it's more than this.
Whatever came between us?
What made it come to this?

You're somewhere off and running
And I'm left holding bits.
Pieces of a picture,
A puzzle turned to shit.

I swear I'll let it rest
And I'm doing my broken best,
But somewhere in the Summer
I know I'll fail that test.

You've taken half of me,
And the other half has left.
It's hiding in the Winter
Of my sunken chest.

So if memories divide us,
Then I'll take down all the frames.
Stow away the pictures
And find some other face.

But this is not a contest,
This is simply pain.
I just wanted something,
And now that something's gone away.

Copyright 1/2013 Emma Chute

The Broken Bits


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He's looking in,
Looking in,
This looking glass,
Man made of skin..

He can see,
Can see right in,
See right through
My second skin.

I've tried so hard
To cover me.
Paint the mask
To just blend in.

So I bend these layers
Over me.
These blanket scars,
That comfort me.

To bury, bury, bury me.
Bury me invisible.

But now he's looking,
Looking in.
Sees the me
That no one sees.

This staring in
Discomforts me,
Uncovers, shudders,rattles me.

I've tried so hard
To cover me.
Bend these layers
Over me.

These blanket scars
That comfort me
To bury, bury, bury me,
Bury me invisible.

Now I'm stripped, naked and exposed
Too close , to close
To being known.

He's ripping back these parts within,
Peeling layers once so covered in.

It's like dust, some memory,
Some fxxxed up trust we're breathing in.

Could this be
My Uncovering...?

Stripped, naked and exposed
Too close , to close
To being known.

All the truths I've kept within,
Dangerously close to being seen.

It's like dust, some memory,
Some fxxxed up trust we're breathing in.

Could this be
My Uncovering...?

Do I dare
Uncover me?

Can I bend these layers back over me,
Cover me so he can't see.
Recover what he's seen in me.
Return to my Invisibility.

Ripped , so taken by surprise,
By this my Maker
Unmake and hide.

Too close
Too close
To being known...

Too close
Too close
Over exposed...

Careful, Careful
For I'll re-cover me...

If you get too close to me.

Copyright Emma Chute (Echo Charlie) 16/05/2020

The Looking In

You drew me a dream from a bottle of ink,
And you framed the picture so it would fit,
Then you tore it up,
Bit by bit,
Till there was nothing left of it.

I showed you the things that no one else sees,
The deep dark scared corners that make up me.
All these things I let you see,
All these things you took from me.

Now there's a Ghost in the room,
And she's looking at me.
I look in the mirror
And I see that she's me.

She's haunting the galleys,
The cabins, the stairs.
Hollow and hungry
With her dark, cold eyed stare.

Sometimes she is gone,
But she never disappears.
She's the Ghost of a memory
And she's haunting me here...

You drew me a map,
And I traveled down it.
You guided my way
So I didn't get lost on this trip.
Then you tore it up,
Bit by bit,
Till I was lost, alone on this ship.

Now I'm seeing things that no one else sees,
A dark stormy Knight that lives inside me.
He's got his sword and he's killing me,
With every memory he makes me see.

So now the doors are closing,
One , Two , Three!

No one will ever see the rest of me.

I'm erasing myself,
All memories.

So I can get lost,
In my invisibility.

Coz there's a Ghost in the room
And she's looking at me,
I look in the mirror
And I see that she's me.

She's haunting the galleys,
The cabins, the stairs.
Hungry and hollow,
With her dark, cold eyed stare.

Sometimes she is gone,
But she never disappears.
She's the Ghost of a memory,
And she's haunting me here.

So now the doors are closing,
One, Two, Three!

No one will ever see the rest of me.

She's taking my memories
And erasing me...

Till it's just, my Ghost and me.

Copyright Emma Chute 26/9/2018

Ghost In The Room

I just wanted something,
And I swear it's more than this.
Whatever came between us?
What made it come to this?

You're somewhere off and running
And I'm left holding bits.
Pieces of a picture,
A puzzle turned to shit.

I swear I'll let it rest
And I'm doing my broken best,
But somewhere in the Summer
I know I'll fail that test.

You've taken half of me,
And the other half has left.
It's hiding in the Winter
Of my sunken chest.

So if memories divide us,
Then I'll take down all the frames.
Stow away the pictures
And find some other face.

But this is not a contest,
This is simply pain.
I just wanted something,
And now that something's gone away.

Copyright 1/2013 Emma Chute

The Broken Bits

Your car's in my driveway,
Then it will drive away.
The hour's not enough,
For the things left to say.

You're playing guns,
With my young Son.
The Son is shining,
And so is the Sun.

You're gonna leave now,
The hour's time done.
We live by the hours,
For the next hour to come.

We live our lives,
Waiting to say goodbye.
It's never long enough,
But time don't hear me sigh.

I feel my seconds,
Like a heartbeat.
I feel the hour,
In every small defeat.

I feel my heart dance,
Back to its sad retreat.
And you'll never know,
Any of it...

I feel for the scar,
And it's softened to pink.
But that doesn't mean...
I forget about it.

Coz your car's in my driveway,
And then it will drive away.
And an eternity is not enough...
For the things left to say.

Copyright Emma Chute 6/09/2018

Driveway

I'm trapped in the Matrix,
Of my own making,
This World's for the taking
But I'm sitting here still.

I've had my Awakening
But I'm back asleep faking,
Dreams are all waiting,
But I'm stuck in the drill.

Forward march,
Through the arch,
Left right,
Left right.

Eat the pill,
And sleep so still,
Left right,
Left right.

The Masters are calling
But I'm too busy falling,
Yeah I'm missing my calling,
Stuck with my Will.

Angels are weeping,
For this heart that keeps bleeding,
They can hear that it's beating,
To the sound of the drill.

Forward march,
Back at the start,
Left right,
Left right.

Take the pill
To ease this ill,
Left right,
Left right.

The Devil he's calling
But I can't hear the warning,
Vampires swarming,
In for the kill.

Days have gone missing,
I'm too tired to be wishing,
To leave a dream so insisting,
So I follow the drill.

Forward march,
Like a gun to my heart,
Left right,
Left right.

Take the pill,
So I can lay here so still...

Left right...

Left right...

Copyright Emma Chute 12/07/2018

Stuck In The Matrix

I'm sitting on the bench again,
You're riding shotgun in some car.
I'm wishing on the stars again,
While your trading drinks for hearts.

My cigarettes are running low,
While your running round the town.
I'm Sixteen on the bench again,
But you're not coming round.

The winter wind stings my neck,
The fog rolls through the park,
And all I do is dream of you,
And send my wishes to those stars.

And then one day my wish comes true,
But I must have stuffed it up.
Coz when I finally got to you,
All I did was break your heart.

So now I wish I'd never made that wish,
Wish I could take it back.
Coz all I did was take something pure,
And turn it in to black.

They say be careful what you wish for,
And I'm telling you it's true.
Coz I just turned a beating heart,
And beat it black and blue.

Now I'm standing at your window,
The green light filters out.
Listening to your Letterman,
As he counts the numbers down.

So many times, I just stood,
And stared at that green light.
You never even knew that I was there,
Breathing cigarettes to the night.

I'd have these conversations,
And pretend what you'd say back.
And I'd wish upon those silly stars,
That one day you'd talk back.

And then one day my wish comes true,
But I must have stuffed it up.
Coz when I finally got to you,
All I did was break your heart.

So now I wish I'd never made that wish,
Wish I could take it back.
Coz all I did was take something pure,
And turn it into black.

They say be careful what you wish for,
And I'm telling you it's true.
Coz I just turned a beating heart,
And beat it back and blue.

It's not all dark ,this stormy tale.
We made it for a while.
And the day you said you loved me,
I nearly fxxxing died!

Somersaults and lightning bolts,
It took my breath away.
But somewhere further down that road,
I'd give it all away.

So I bet you wish unto this day,
You'd never heard my name.
And that I'd never wished upon those stars.
They seemed so far away...

I can only say I'm sorry,
Though that's not much to do,
No Queen of Hearts, but just false starts,
I wish I'd wished for more for you.

K.I.M.B.O.L.Y
YELLOW BUTTERCUP
ATTACK OF THE KILLER TOMATOES

YOUR MUM YELLS "SHUT UP"
WHILE I HID UNDER YOUR BUNK
LAUGHED SO HARD I HAD TO GO

And though I'm never coming back,
We still live somewhere in that song.
Where Romeo says to Juliet,
"It was just that the time was wrong"

Copyright Emma Chute 30/3/2019

Sixteen on the Bench again

Brother you took the sword out.
You should have sheathed it,
Because It's blunt now.

Brother you've bled my heart out.
You should have known,
To keep your mouth shut.

You take the old wound,
And slice it open.
You think forgiveness,
Is something owed to you.

You play your games,
Like we deserve them.
Then run away,
Yeah just desert them.

Coz It must be cold, sitting in your car.
When every bridge you've burnt, is still on fire.

Now every Wolf that cried,
Knows your name.
And your running out of names,
To take the blame.

You say you love us,
As if you mean it.
Then take it all back,
In a heart beat.

Your blood is pumping,
But mine is bleeding.
I won't let you in now,
Won't let you feed me...

All this bullshit,
It takes the truth to see.
No I ain't grieving,
I'm simply leaving.

Find some other sucker,
For your breath to feed on.

Coz it must be cold, sitting in your car.
When every bridge you've burnt, is still on fire.

I hope the game,
Was fun to play.
Coz now every Wolf that cried,
Knows your name.

And they will beat you,
At your end game.

Yeah It must be cold, sitting in your car.
When every bridge you've burnt, is still on fire.

You light the match,
And make the pyre.
But you better run now,
Coz we're all done with trying.

Copyright Emma Chute 22/6/18

BROTHER

The endless days,
In the endless night.
The way you came,
To change my mind.

The endless dreams,
Are now all mine.
Through an endless way,
That I can't find.

Time
Time
Is endless mine.

Time
Time
In my endless mind.

Endless, endless end of me,
I can see the end of me.
Endless, endless, endless be,
Endlessness that ends with me.

The endless day,
The endless night,
When I felt...
Your heart touch mine.

The endless space,
Time won't rewind.
On that endless night,
When you were mine.

Time
Time
Is an endless sigh.

Time
Time
In my ticking mind.

Endless, endless end of me,
I can see the end of me.
Endless, endless, endless be,
Endlessness that ends with me.

The endless price,
Of a minute past.
The endless dream,
That wakes at last.

The endless end,
Of your endless face.
Now the endless search,
Through an empty space.

Time
Time
In my withered mind.

Time
Time
Where you were mine.

Endless, endless end of me,
I can see the end of me.
Endless, endless, endless be,
Endlessness that ends with me.

In the endless day,
In the endless night.
My tired eyes,
Once held your light.

In this endless space,
In this endless life.
My empty shell,
Fights to survive.

Time
Time
It told a lie.

Time
Time
Then waved goodbye.

Endless, endless end of me,
I can see the end of me.
Endless, endless, endless be,
Endlessness that ends with me.

The endless day,
The endless night,
Stares endlessly,
Through my blinded eyes.

The endless way,
You've changed my mind.
I can't think you away,
No, not this time.

Time
Time
The endless sea.

Time
Time
Bomb ticks in me.

Endless, endless end of me,
I can see the end of me.
Endless, endless, endless be
Endlessness that ends with me.

Endless thoughts,
Of your endless eyes.
I fell right into,
The end of time.

Endless space,
Endless time.
I can't cross it,
Can't find the line.

Time
Time
Won't mirror mine.

Time
Time
Gets to decide.

It's endless way,
It's endless beat.
Time can't end,
The way I feel.

My endless mind,
My endless truth
Where time begins,
And ends with you.

End, end,the end of time,
End, end, what can't be mine.
End, end ,this heart of mine,
Endlessly out of time.

Endless, endless end of me,
I can see the end of me,
Endless, endlessness of me
Endlessness won't let me be.

My endless mind,
My endless truth.
Where time begins,
And ends with you.

Copyright Emma Chute 28/03/2020

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He's looking in,
Looking in,
This looking glass,
Man made of skin..

He can see,
Can see right in,
See right through
My second skin.

I've tried so hard
To cover me.
Paint the mask
To just blend in.

So I bend these layers
Over me.
These blanket scars,
That comfort me.

To bury, bury, bury me.
Bury me invisible.

But now he's looking,
Looking in.
Sees the me
That no one sees.

This staring in
Discomforts me,
Uncovers, shudders,rattles me.

I've tried so hard
To cover me.
Bend these layers
Over me.

These blanket scars
That comfort me
To bury, bury, bury me,
Bury me invisible.

Now I'm stripped, naked and exposed
Too close , to close
To being known.

He's ripping back these parts within,
Peeling layers once so covered in.

It's like dust, some memory,
Some fxxxed up trust we're breathing in.

Could this be
My Uncovering...?

Stripped, naked and exposed
Too close , to close
To being known.

All the truths I've kept within,
Dangerously close to being seen.

It's like dust, some memory,
Some fxxxed up trust we're breathing in.

Could this be
My Uncovering...?

Do I dare
Uncover me?

Can I bend these layers back over me,
Cover me so he can't see.
Recover what he's seen in me.
Return to my Invisibility.

Ripped , so taken by surprise,
By this my Maker
Unmake and hide.

Too close
Too close
To being known...

Too close
Too close
Over exposed...

Careful, Careful
For I'll re-cover me...

If you get too close to me.

Copyright Emma Chute (Echo Charlie) 16/05/2020

The Looking In

You drew me a dream from a bottle of ink,
And you framed the picture so it would fit,
Then you tore it up,
Bit by bit,
Till there was nothing left of it.

I showed you the things that no one else sees,
The deep dark scared corners that make up me.
All these things I let you see,
All these things you took from me.

Now there's a Ghost in the room,
And she's looking at me.
I look in the mirror
And I see that she's me.

She's haunting the galleys,
The cabins, the stairs.
Hollow and hungry
With her dark, cold eyed stare.

Sometimes she is gone,
But she never disappears.
She's the Ghost of a memory
And she's haunting me here...

You drew me a map,
And I traveled down it.
You guided my way
So I didn't get lost on this trip.
Then you tore it up,
Bit by bit,
Till I was lost, alone on this ship.

Now I'm seeing things that no one else sees,
A dark stormy Knight that lives inside me.
He's got his sword and he's killing me,
With every memory he makes me see.

So now the doors are closing,
One , Two , Three!

No one will ever see the rest of me.

I'm erasing myself,
All memories.

So I can get lost,
In my invisibility.

Coz there's a Ghost in the room
And she's looking at me,
I look in the mirror
And I see that she's me.

She's haunting the galleys,
The cabins, the stairs.
Hungry and hollow,
With her dark, cold eyed stare.

Sometimes she is gone,
But she never disappears.
She's the Ghost of a memory,
And she's haunting me here.

So now the doors are closing,
One, Two, Three!

No one will ever see the rest of me.

She's taking my memories
And erasing me...

Till it's just, my Ghost and me.

Copyright Emma Chute 26/9/2018

Ghost In The Room

I just wanted something,
And I swear it's more than this.
Whatever came between us?
What made it come to this?

You're somewhere off and running
And I'm left holding bits.
Pieces of a picture,
A puzzle turned to shit.

I swear I'll let it rest
And I'm doing my broken best,
But somewhere in the Summer
I know I'll fail that test.

You've taken half of me,
And the other half has left.
It's hiding in the Winter
Of my sunken chest.

So if memories divide us,
Then I'll take down all the frames.
Stow away the pictures
And find some other face.

But this is not a contest,
This is simply pain.
I just wanted something,
And now that something's gone away.

Copyright 1/2013 Emma Chute

The Broken Bits

Your car's in my driveway,
Then it will drive away.
The hour's not enough,
For the things left to say.

You're playing guns,
With my young Son.
The Son is shining,
And so is the Sun.

You're gonna leave now,
The hour's time done.
We live by the hours,
For the next hour to come.

We live our lives,
Waiting to say goodbye.
It's never long enough,
But time don't hear me sigh.

I feel my seconds,
Like a heartbeat.
I feel the hour,
In every small defeat.

I feel my heart dance,
Back to its sad retreat.
And you'll never know,
Any of it...

I feel for the scar,
And it's softened to pink.
But that doesn't mean...
I forget about it.

Coz your car's in my driveway,
And then it will drive away.
And an eternity is not enough...
For the things left to say.

Copyright Emma Chute 6/09/2018

Driveway

I'm trapped in the Matrix,
Of my own making,
This World's for the taking
But I'm sitting here still.

I've had my Awakening
But I'm back asleep faking,
Dreams are all waiting,
But I'm stuck in the drill.

Forward march,
Through the arch,
Left right,
Left right.

Eat the pill,
And sleep so still,
Left right,
Left right.

The Masters are calling
But I'm too busy falling,
Yeah I'm missing my calling,
Stuck with my Will.

Angels are weeping,
For this heart that keeps bleeding,
They can hear that it's beating,
To the sound of the drill.

Forward march,
Back at the start,
Left right,
Left right.

Take the pill
To ease this ill,
Left right,
Left right.

The Devil he's calling
But I can't hear the warning,
Vampires swarming,
In for the kill.

Days have gone missing,
I'm too tired to be wishing,
To leave a dream so insisting,
So I follow the drill.

Forward march,
Like a gun to my heart,
Left right,
Left right.

Take the pill,
So I can lay here so still...

Left right...

Left right...

Copyright Emma Chute 12/07/2018

Stuck In The Matrix

I'm sitting on the bench again,
You're riding shotgun in some car.
I'm wishing on the stars again,
While your trading drinks for hearts.

My cigarettes are running low,
While your running round the town.
I'm Sixteen on the bench again,
But you're not coming round.

The winter wind stings my neck,
The fog rolls through the park,
And all I do is dream of you,
And send my wishes to those stars.

And then one day my wish comes true,
But I must have stuffed it up.
Coz when I finally got to you,
All I did was break your heart.

So now I wish I'd never made that wish,
Wish I could take it back.
Coz all I did was take something pure,
And turn it in to black.

They say be careful what you wish for,
And I'm telling you it's true.
Coz I just turned a beating heart,
And beat it black and blue.

Now I'm standing at your window,
The green light filters out.
Listening to your Letterman,
As he counts the numbers down.

So many times, I just stood,
And stared at that green light.
You never even knew that I was there,
Breathing cigarettes to the night.

I'd have these conversations,
And pretend what you'd say back.
And I'd wish upon those silly stars,
That one day you'd talk back.

And then one day my wish comes true,
But I must have stuffed it up.
Coz when I finally got to you,
All I did was break your heart.

So now I wish I'd never made that wish,
Wish I could take it back.
Coz all I did was take something pure,
And turn it into black.

They say be careful what you wish for,
And I'm telling you it's true.
Coz I just turned a beating heart,
And beat it back and blue.

It's not all dark ,this stormy tale.
We made it for a while.
And the day you said you loved me,
I nearly fxxxing died!

Somersaults and lightning bolts,
It took my breath away.
But somewhere further down that road,
I'd give it all away.

So I bet you wish unto this day,
You'd never heard my name.
And that I'd never wished upon those stars.
They seemed so far away...

I can only say I'm sorry,
Though that's not much to do,
No Queen of Hearts, but just false starts,
I wish I'd wished for more for you.

K.I.M.B.O.L.Y
YELLOW BUTTERCUP
ATTACK OF THE KILLER TOMATOES

YOUR MUM YELLS "SHUT UP"
WHILE I HID UNDER YOUR BUNK
LAUGHED SO HARD I HAD TO GO

And though I'm never coming back,
We still live somewhere in that song.
Where Romeo says to Juliet,
"It was just that the time was wrong"

Copyright Emma Chute 30/3/2019

Sixteen on the Bench again


About Me

Bio

I am an alternate poet / lyricist and visual artist (displayed next to lyrics) My style is raw, edgy and from the heart. I live in Perth , Western Australia.
I have been writing since I was a child, some life experiences and overcoming adversity have given me a lot of subjects to write about.
My dream is to have a passionate artist
ing my words to life and or to collaborate. Stories have the amazing power of universal healing.
I have recently sold a lyric on Songbay relatively shortly after joining, and I have ideas and songs streaming through my
ain ready to get to the next level.
I have written my first piano score for my own song which feels amazing.
I Look forward to this next step in the journey of growth and personal empowerment . We are all in this together.
Love Emma

CV/History

Northlake Senior Campus, A in English Literature and English 1996 (Year 11)
Penrhos College English Excellence Award 1993
Penrhos College Award for best Poetry Anthology 1991 (Year 9)

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