Impostor began its life in late April as a direct response to a family bereavement. Originally the song was a daydream of what will never be; but when the lyric started to feel too "on the nose" I decided to push it in another direction and though directed at a third party, it largely deals with my own imposter syndrome.
lyrics
Sleeping under a blue-sky bridge
Until the blue turns grey
Passing time with a dream of Camus
Another sunny day
An afternoon slipping away
A teenage evening waiting tables
Living in your own head
Sketching stories of lovers and loss
And what those lovers said
And what they might have said instead
Yet you never sit down to write
These new ideas grow old
Always scared that the world will judge you
The fear that leaves you cold
The words that remain untold
Until you break the hold
What did those lovers say
How will you write it your way
In the morning you'll write it down
And hope that it makes sense
Weaving poems of post-modern angst
A future in past tense
A safe last line of defence
Australian artist Nuala Honan's new record is packed with evocative, emotionally powerful songs and a voice to match. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 3, 2020