peroxide album

I’d also like to explain why I chose the word ‘Peroxide’ for the album title. It’s because I felt it represents exactly the kind of thing I was feeling whilst writing this album. It’s not about the substance itself, it’s more about the sound of the word and what the substance can do. Peroxide can be great, it can be dangerous, it can be unpredictable, it can be invisible, it can turn dark to light, it can burn, it can leave marks but most of all it is something that is strong. For me, Peroxide, is a metaphor for love, anger, intensity, passion, longing or hate and in other words sums up the relationship that I wrote this record about.
—  Nina Nesbitt on her album booklet
PEROXIDE - the meaning behind the songs

4. TWO WORLDS AWAY

This song was written about a time when I was still at school and about 14/15. I know that a lot of my audience are around this age and I wanted to write a song that they would identify with because I felt like when I was that age, I wanted someone to tell me all these things. Tell me it’s okay to have not found my group of friends i’m going to grow old with and trust. Tell me that it’s ok that i’ve not met the boy that i’m going to marry and that it’s okay not to chase after a perfect life. When I stopped trying to fit in and rely on other people to make me happy, I became much happier in myself and have had the same group of friends since. I really believe that we’ll always be friends no matter what. I think I do still relate to this song and will at any age because I think you’re never where you’re going to end up. Life is constantly changing and you’re always growing in to someone new and that’s what this song is about.

PEROXIDE - the meaning behind the songs

1. PEROXIDE

This track is the title track from the album but is actually probably the least personal song on the album. I just fell in love with the word ‘peroxide’ and created a kind of metaphor around it which described exactly what this album is about. Essentially, peroxide to me is a really strong word and substance. It’s like a double-edged sword. Peroxide can be amazing, invisible, it can turn light from the dark, it can make you feel great (I definitely feel better after a bleach haha) but it can also be much more serious and can burn and leave marks if left for too long or put in the wrong place. Weirdly, this describes the relationship that I wrote majority of this album about. It went from passion, intensity, love, anger, hate, longing - everything that you could possibly feel in a short space of time. It was truly a double sided thing to me. One minute it was the most amazing thing i’d ever felt and the next, the worst. I found it fascinating that one person could make you feel so strongly and so blinded to everything and that’s why I wrote about it, because I didn’t know why I felt like that and I hadn’t before. The lyrics to the actual song peroxide are a story to fit the chorus hook, but I feel like the chorus explains everything to me. So yeah, a lot deeper than a hair colour.

Selfies by Nina Nesbitt (lyrics)

Sitting in my bedroom tonight
Thinking of how to change your mind
Since you have downed my life again.
Yeah.
So I strike a pose and tilt my chin
And houl that lighter super skin,
Your favourite t-shirt on again.

Counting “Oh“‘s,
Counting lies,
3,2,1
And I smile.
Taking pictures of myself, self, self.
Taking pictures of myself, self, self.
Guess I’m reaching out to be a shot,
All I wanted was to be a toy.
Now you’re telling me I’m vein, vein, vein.
Yeah, but you don’t feel my pain, pain, pain.
Placing life up on a shelf, shelf, shelf.
Taking pictures of myself, self, self. Taking pictures of myself, self, self.
Taking pictures of myself, self, self.
Guess I’m reaching out to be a shot,
All I wanted was to be a toy.
Now you’re telling me I faint, faint, faint.
Yeah, but you don’t feel my pain, pain, pain.
Placing life up on a shelf, shelf, shelf.
Taking pictures of myself, self, self.

Taking pictures of myself.
Taking pictures of myself.
Taking pictures of myself.
Taking pictures of myself.

I’ll post it up in black & white
With a depressing quote on my life.
So that you see what I’m going through.
Yeah.
And this is desperation at it’s best;
A conversation to be left,
But all my privace burned by you.

Counting days.
Counting takes.
3,2,1.
I’m away.

Taking pictures of myself, self, self.
Taking pictures of myself, self, self.
Guess I’m reaching out to be a shot,
All I wanted was to be a toy.
Now you’re telling me I’m vein, vein, vein.
Yeah, but you don’t feel my pain, pain, pain.
Placing life up on a shelf, shelf, shelf.
Taking pictures of myself, self, self.

Taking pictures of myself, self, self.
Taking pictures of myself, self, self.
Guess I’m reaching out to be a shot,
All I wanted was to be a toy.
Now you’re telling me I’m vein, vein, vein.
Yeah, but you don’t feel my pain, pain, pain.
Placing life up on a shelf, shelf, shelf.
Taking pictures of myself, self, self.

Hey! What you’re looking at?
Hey! What you’re looking at?
Hey! what are you looking at?
Hey! What are you looking at?

Taking pictures of myself.
(Hey what you’re looking at?)
Taking pictures of myself.
(Hey what you’re looking at?)
Taking pictures of myself.
(Hey what you’re looking at?)
Taking pictures of myself.
(Hey what you’re looking at?)

Taking pictures of myself.
Taking pictures of myself.
Taking pictures of myself.
Taking pictures of myself.

MR C (lyrics)

you must be blind, you’re blind, you’re blind

or maybe i’m unkind, unkind, unkind

you’re the rich boy from my town, my town, my town

but that can’t win me round, me round, me round

oh you and all your people

you think I like you cause you bought me a drink

but i’m just short of cash and able to wink

excuse me Mr C

who you tryna kid?

i’ll take the drink, but if you think

you’re coming home with me

who you tryna kid?

oh you’re so vain

when you’re under the lights, the lights, you’re alright

but conversation’s dry, you’re dry, you’re dry

just trying to boast about your parents house in the south of france

and i’m laughing at the way you dance

you’re gone, you’re gone, you’re gone

oh you and all your people

i’ve come to conclusion you’re quite fit

but i’m under no illusion your a dick

excuse me Mr C

who you tryna kid?

i’ll take the drink, but if you think

you’re coming home with me

who you tryna kid?

oh you’re so vain I can’t believe it

I, I never meant to hurt or make you cry 

your mum’s outside, she’s waiting for you in her new X5

i’m sure she’ll dry those eyes

excuse me Mr C

who you tryna kid?

i’ll take the drink, but if you think

you’re coming home with me

who you tryna kid?

oh you’re so vain I can’t believe it

excuse me Mr C (excuse me Mr C)

excuse me Mr C (one more champagne please)

excuse me Mr C(and a strawberry daiquiri)

excuse me Mr C

message of the song : personality and character is so much more valuable than any material asset is

x

#6 Hold You

This is one of my favourite songs from Nina Nesbitt’s new album ‘Peroxide’. Listen to it here

And I keep saying, wait just one more day, days slowly drift away…

IRWIN: It was hard. With Ashton travelling around the world, you were stuck at home. With the new album coming up, it was hard to keep in touch. Timezones weren’t helping either. Days of sleepless nights has taken your toll on you. You needed him, and you didn’t know how long you could last without him. Your skype rings and you go and answer it to find Ashton on the other side of the screen. 

“Hey Y/N! I’m sorry we couldn’t talk for awhile, we’ve been pretty busy,” he said happily, “It’s going great. I can’t wait for you to hear. Are you alright?" 

"Ash, I don’t know if I can do this any longer,” you muster up, “I miss you. I need you.”

“I miss you too, babe. Few more days Y/N and I’ll be home. You can do it." 

And I can hold to the memories, but they won’t hold me in the same way…

HOOD: "Y/N, I don’t know if we can do this.”

“We can always try Cal. Please don’t.”

“I will always love you. But it has to be." 

It’s been 2 months since Calum broke up with you. He didn’t think a long distance relationship would work. You left countless messages and voicemails on his phone, but you gave up. He never answered them. You always find yourself looking through all photographs during your relationship remembering the memories you both shared. But it made you hurt more, making that hole in your heart bigger and bigger. While you were mindlessly scrolling through your computer, your phone rang. You picked it up, not looking at the caller ID. 

"Y/N, we need to talk.”

It’s like waiting on the rain in a warm summer day…

CLIFFORD: Fights. The fighting was endless. And it ended with Michael packing up his bags and walking out. You both didn’t even know what you were arguing about anymore. You called him, messaged him, asked the boys about him. But you could never reach him. One night turned to weeks, which turned to months. You gave up. You kept waiting for him to answer you, to take you back. But you didn’t even know where he was. You lost all hope, and you couldn’t make yourself move on. You here a knock on the door, and you go and answer it to find a note. 

6 PM airport x

And I sleep next to my window, in case you decide to come home…

HEMMINGS: “I can’t believe we’re actually doing this,” Luke mumbled. 

“Me either." 

You both were at the airport. The boys were going on tour, and both of you agreed to break up. It was for the best. Or so you thought. 

You both kissed with passion, like your life depended on it. It was like you guys were the only ones in the airport. You tuned out the whistles, the screams, flashing lights of camera and concentrated on this last moment with your boyfriend.

"Luke, we gotta go,” Ashton called.

“I love you Y/N, and I want to make sure you know that. You are the greatest girl in the world, but I want you to move on. Okay? I love you.”

He kissed your forehead for the last time, gave you a small smile with a wave and left to board. 

When you went back to your apartment, you sat next to the window and cried. You lost the love of your life. You wanted him to come back, or at least for you to call him yours again. Days dragged on, and you always sit near your window hoping Luke would be there, coming back to you. 

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