NEW SINGLE AND VIDEO RELEASE

🦋 NEW SINGLE & VIDEO OUT NOW — CARDBOARD WINGS 🦋 
Download the FREE single: https://snez.bandcamp.com/track/cardboard-wings-single
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This song carries a piece of where I come from including the old footage of my mum and dad in North Macedonia and the transition to a life is Australia, trying to give it a good go. Flying high with our Cardboard Wings like Amelia Earhart.  I hope this connects with you. 

 

✨ Produced by Stewart Peters & Snez 

🎙 Recorded & Mixed at Soundshed Music, Valla NSW 

🎧 Mastered by Michael Worthington (Soundworthy)

🎥 Filmed by Mick Birtles & Snez // Edited by Snez 

❤️ Featuring Joni Greenaway & Ellie D.P 

🎬 Big love to Tara, Max & Nezzy Greenaway for the behind-the-scenes magic

 

HOW YOU CAN HELP?

* Share the video * Pre-order the full album: https://snez.bandcamp.com/album/cardboard-wings 

* Come to the album launch in Bellingen: 
https://events.humanitix.com/snez-cardboard-wings-album-launch-bellingen

Thank you everyone for your support so far : )

 

There were rain clouds up ahead 

You were seven I was ten 

I was bound for greatness 

And you my loyal friend 

Back then I was invincible 

You had the odds all stacked 

That I was gonna be Amelia 

 

 Mum said dreams were for the rich 

Not plain folk like you and me 

We were meant for working 

To stave off poverty 

Get the beans up on the table girl 

Stale bread from Saturday 

But I was gonna be Amelia 

 

And I’ll fly, with my cardboard wings 

Take flight, with my cardboard wings 

So high, so the girls like me can see 

Don’t need money for a dream 

 

 With no cash up our sleeves 

An honest man becomes a thief 

A rising tab at harry’s 

And a padlock on the purse strings 

There’s no profit in the truth dad says 

And it won’t set you free 

Roll up your sleeves, follow me 

Forget about Amelia 

 

Still I fly, with my cardboard wings 

Take flight, with my cardboard wings 

So high, so the girls like me can see 

Don’t need money for a dream 

 

Ooh ooh , ooh ooh 

Ooh ooh , ooh ooh

 

 There's a hole burnt through the mattress 

Dads asleep with a cigarette 

Deep furrow on his brow 

Sent him home, he’s been retrenched 

And I’m standing on the roof I leap, 

I fell on solid ground 

Broke my arm, my dream broke me 

I held onto Amelia 

 

Still I fly, with my cardboard wings 

Take flight, with my cardboard wings 

So high, so the girls like me can see 

Don’t need money for a dream 

 

Ooh ooh , ooh ooh Ooh ooh , ooh ooh