Insomnie

an album by Moon Bride

[Insomnie] is thoughtful, energizing indie-pop with cinematic moments, rock licks, danceable hooks, and fanciful futurism.

The theme of insomnia / sleeplessness / dreaminess is woven throughout, though this is no straightforward nocturne. Instead, the album explores the deep and nervy recesses of creativity, loneliness, insecurity, and self-discovery.

It’s fresh and new and exactly what we need to power through these last weeks of winter.
— Newsong Music
Brilliant alt-pop music from the artist formerly known as Carly Taich. As indicated by the title, this concept album is the compelling tale of an unsettled and sleep-deprived mind struggling with life and faith. Musically you will find it brimming with original lyrics, stunning arrangements, memorable melodies, and impressive vocals. If the music industry were fair this record would be a well-known chart-topper.
— UTR Media

Lyrics

  • Dear Diary

    Today I stopped at a shop

    I’m so angry

    Next time I’ll wait for prime-rate

    Late delivery

    It’s triggering fits to recall

    I followed all the painted arrows

    I was completely six-feet sterile

    Except for once

    Cause the aisle was narrow

    A mother bear with her cub

    Glared at me appalled

    Everybody thinks they’re a saint

    Everybody thinks they’re in the right

    I can’t compete, can’t complain

    I’m just trying to sleep at night

    In my PJs

    I keep drafting an update to back-space

    Never safe to engage in the first place

    Why would anybody try?

    In my room, all alone, I hear them

    They accuse me of suffering delirium

    I have done nothing wrong

    Yet I fear them

    So I shutter the blinds

    And allow my phone to die

    Everybody thinks they’re a saint

    Everybody thinks they’re in the right

    I can’t compete, can’t complain

    I’m just trying to sleep at night

    Awake or woke

    It’s not a joke

    You gotta be fast

    React to all the facts

    Keeping two fingers crossed

    Behind your back

    For all to see

    You gotta be an insomniac

    Claim you’re not religious

    Blame it on the bigots

    Stand up, but don’t stand out

    Take a little stance

    But baby, don’t get canceled

    Leave no trace

    Relieve no doubts

    Rise up, rise up

    Why are you sleeping?

    Rise up, rise up

    Why are you sleeping?

    Rise up, rise up

    Why are you sleeping?

    Rise up, rise up

    Why are you sleeping?

  • Nobody knows when you’re hurting

    Nobody knows when you’re scared

    Nobody knows the dreams that you dream

    Until somebody hears your prayer

  • Night calls and the baby’s crying

    Pratfalls, why do I keep trying?

    Been leaning on my own shoulder

    I’ll tell you when you’re older

    Keep calm and carry on

    So much easier said than done

    When you don’t know

    You don’t know

    Nobody knows

    Ohh, nobody knows

    So maybe it’s time we cut our losses

    Moving our mouths, but no one’s talking any sense

    You want to know, but you don’t really

    And if I told you’d think me silly

    So why don’t we

    Go separately

    Into the

    Night calls and the baby’s crying

    Pratfalls, why do I keep trying?

    Been leaning on my own shoulder

    You’ll thank me when you’re older

    Keep calm and carry on

    So much easier said than done

    When you don’t know

    You don’t know

    Nobody knows

    Ohh, nobody knows

    Why do I tell you all the things that I’m not

    Before I get out a single thought?

    Spend all my energy

    Convincing you and me

    I’m not your enemy

    And keep calm and carry on

    So much easier said than done

    When you don’t know

    You don’t know

    Keep calm and carry on

    So much easier said than done

    When you don’t know

    You don’t know

    Nobody knows

    Ohh, nobody knows

    Ohh, nobody knows

  • Why you treat me like a second class citizen?

    If you knew me I think you’d think I’m innocent

    Try and prove me wrong

    Come on and prove me wrong

    For someone so antiwar, you’re awfully militant

    You always seem so sure until the millionth

    Straw comes falling down

    Straw comes falling down

    I get weary

    My eyes get bleary

    With every part of my being

    Resisting the fear

    If you can hear my prayer (my prayer)

    There must be someone out there

    Out there somewhere

    Ba-ba, Ba-da-da-da-ba

    Ba-ba, Ba-da-da-da-da-da-da

    Ba-da-da-da-da-da-da

    I walked into my salvation

    I died a hundred times

    It hasn’t been a vacation

    But what do you know about dying?

    And what do you know about time?

    I get weary (Why you treat me like a)

    My eyes get bleary (Second class citizen?)

    With every part of my being (If you knew me)

    Resisting the fear (I think you’d think I’m innocent)

    If you can hear my prayer (Try and prove me wrong)

    There must be someone out there (Come on and prove me)

    Out there somewhere (Wrong)

    Ba-ba, Ba-da-da-da-ba

    Ba-ba, Ba-da-da-da-da-da-da

    Ba-da-da-da-da-da-da

  • I walked so far to get away from all the noise

    I packed my car full to the brim with all my toys

    And finally, nothing but the rush of wind

    The story in the sky

    I closed my eyes

    But all I could see was Wile E. Coyote jumping off a cliff

    And all I could hear were the greatest hits from 1996

    And all I could think was

    How hard it is to start a friendship in your thirties

    And how

    We’re always working for money so we can buy time

    But even when we get the stuff

    Don’t you know it’s never enough

    Never enough never enough

    To make it last

    I had to leave just to return another day

    I tried believing I’d return a different way

    And suddenly

    I could see a woman I had never seen before

    She closed the door

    Then alI I could see was a 7th grader standing in the mirror

    And all I could hear was the sound of chariots getting near

    And all I could think was

    How hard it is to start a friendship in your thirties

    And how

    We’re always working for money so we can buy time

    But even when we get the stuff

    Don’t you know it’s never enough

    It’s never enough, never enough

    Never enough, never enough

    Never enough, never enough

    To change the past

    It’s alright, it’s alright

    Don’t stop now

    It’s alright

    It’s alright, it’s alright

    Don’t stop now

    It’s alright

    It’s alright, it’s alright, it’s alright

  • I want to be carefree

    I want to change my fate

    I want to rewind time

    But I fear it’s too late

    I want to learn to laugh

    With abandon

    Give me a polygraph

    And I’ll paint your picture

    Why’d you have to ask me

    What I wanted to be?

    Couldn’t you just let me breathe?

    Nothing good comes easily

    Nothing good comes easily

    Nothing good comes easily

    Nothing good comes easily

    What a luxury not to know

    To give a gift

    And have it be received

    I can’t sleep at night

    Without these same old dreams

    Call me uptight

    But it’s a cruel joke

    Living in the inbetween

    Why’d you have to ask me

    What I wanted to be?

    Couldn’t you just let me breathe?

    If getting a degree

    Would make me happy, set me free

    Honey, what a luxury

    Nothing good comes easily

    Nothing good comes easily

    Nothing good comes easily

    Nothing good comes easily

    When the light shines down on me

    Will it break the fantasy?

    No more unrequited dreams

    No more misdirected pleas

    Nothing good comes easily

    Nothing good comes easily

    Nothing good comes easily

    No, no, no, no

    Nothing good comes easily

  • I may sound whiny cause I am

    And I feel tiny as a clam

    Mama said the world’s my oyster

    In the midst of all the noise

    Her words have never seemed so distant

    This is not where I thought I’d be by now

    I want to be famous

    I want to live off the grid

    I want to travel the world

    I want a house full of kids

    I want to become vegan

    I want to take up hunting

    I want I want I want I want

    I want to stop wanting

    Ba-da-da-da

    Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da

    Da-da-da-da-da-da

    Ba-da-da-da

    Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da

    Da-da-da-da-da-da

    Everyone around me seems to know

    We’re on some hidden camera show

    Are you happy clocking in?

    Was that parking space a win?

    Lucky is the man who knows his song

    Before he even starts singing

    I want to be humble

    I want to make lots of money

    I want to be taken seriously

    I want to be funny

    I want to just do nothing

    And be known for something

    I want I want I want I want

    I want to stop wanting

    Do I disappoint you?

    Do I make you proud?

    If you had the choice

    Would you still want me around?

    See, I’m still not sure what life is all about

    If we give up trying does it make a sound?

    Am I almost there or did I pass my prime?

    In this endeavor will there ever be a finish line?

    How am I still asking after all this time?

    In this endeavor will there ever be a finish line?

    Do I disappoint you?

    Do I make you proud?

    If you had the choice would you still want me around?

    See, I’m still not sure what living’s all about

    If we give up trying, does it make a sound?

    Am I almost there or (Ba-da-da-da)

    Did I pass my prime? (Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da)

    In this endeavor will there ever be a finish line? (Da-da-da-da-da-da)

    How am I still asking (Ba-da-da-da)

    After all this time? (Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da)

    How am I still asking after all this time? (Da-da-da-da-da-da)

  • Sometimes my brain’s like a broken record

    Skipping the parts that make it sound better

    Idling lonely, only slightly out of key

    Take a hot shower

    Bow to the coffee

    “Own your own power”

    Blares from the pulpit we call TV

    And that’s why

    I can’t hear you when I close my eyes

    All I can hear are the sounds of whirring machines

    Take me away to the paradise beyond the screens

    Passing cars are the poor man’s ocean

    Reminds me of summer and suntan lotion

    What I wouldn’t give to go back to that place

    Hands on the wheel

    Tune out the chatter

    Try not to feel

    Hold on for Saturday

    And that’s why

    I can’t hear you when I close my eyes

    All I can hear are the sounds of warring machines

    Take me away to the paradise beyond the screens

    So I’m sitting here thinking of you

    And 1500 other things to do

    And I know that’s why

    You’ve just become one of them

    So I start to make a new choice

    And my heart remembers your voice

    Quiet as a hum

    I know you’re close when you feel so far away

    I know you’re close (I know you’re close)

    When you feel so far away

    I know you’re close (I know you’re close)

    When you feel so far away

    I know you’re close (I know you’re close)

    When you feel so far away

    I know you’re close when you feel so far away

  • Free my mind

    It’s hard to find

    The way among the imitations

    Searching for the only door

    But I got lost

    Cause I’m impatient

    And now I know I need you

    Truth is I always knew

    But I wanted to see if I could do it on my own

    Before I let you lead me

    And you let me

    Knock, knock, knocking on exits

    Walk, walking back to the starting line

    Knock, knocking on exits

    Talk, talk, talking like I’m running out of time

    In between the shifting scenes

    You’ll catch a glimpse of Clarity

    She wears a suit and plays the flute

    And disappeared while

    You were busy brooding

    And now I know I need you

    Truth is I always do

    Knock, knock, knocking on exits

    Walk, walk, walking back to the starting line

    Knock, knocking on exits

    Talk, talk, talking like I’ve lost my mind

    I need your compass

    I need your light

    I need direction

    I need your counsel

    I need a sign

    Cause I can’t do this

    Alone

    Knock, knocking on exits

    Walk, walk, walking back to the starting line

    Knock, knocking on exits (Knocking on exits)

    Talk, talking like I’m running out of time

    Knock, knock, knocking on exits (I’m running out)

    (I’m running out)

    Walk, walk, walking back to the starting line

    Knock, knocking on exits (Knock, knocking on exits)

    Talk, talk, talking like I’ve lost

    My mind

  • It’s not right to look inside one’s head for too long

    You can get lost in tiny thoughts

    And no one knows where you’ve gone

    If you’re not in the mood for gratitude

    Then I can’t help you

    So many of us would rather live a lie

    Than die in truth

    So go outside and breathe the air

    Don’t be scared to stop and stare

    Stay a while and be a child of God

    Climb a mountain or go fishing

    The heart beats without your permission

    We’re only here to be conduits of love

    Ohh-ohh-ohh

    Ohh-ohh-ohh-ohh

    Spent all night trying to purge my mind

    Of things from my past

    When you live in photographs, you get nowhere fast

    And worry’s like sitting in your living room

    In a rocking chair

    It’ll give you something to do

    But it won’t get you anywhere

    So go outside and breathe the air

    Don’t be scared to stop and stare

    Stay awhile and be a child of God

    Climb a mountain or go fishing

    The heart beats without your permission

    We’re only here to be conduits of love

    Ohh-ohh-ohh

    Ohh-ohh-ohh-ohh

    And it’s not good to spend too much time on the internet

    Humans weren’t created to be baited all day into guilt and regret

    Entertained by other people’s pain till I can’t even feel

    I look out the window and ask myself is this even real?

    Then I got outside and breathe the air

    Knowing there’s a rainbow somewhere

    Even if I can’t see it with my own eyes

    Smell the flowers

    Smile at my neighbor

    Write a song with pen and paper

    Marvel at the magnitude of the skies

    Go outside and breathe the air

    It’s ok to stop and stare

    Stay awhile and be a child of God

    Climb a mountain or go fishing

    The heart beats without your permission

    We’re only here to be conduits of love

    Ohh-ohh-ohh

    Ohh-ohh-ohh

    Ohh-ohh-ohh

    Ohh-ohh-ohh-ohh

  • I don’t like the way you pour your coffee

    I don’t like the way you draw your blinds

    I don’t want to say that we stop talking

    And I don’t want to talk all of the time

    And if I’m falling from grace

    At least I’m falling in your embrace

    I can’t recall a time I didn’t wake

    Up in the morning just to see your face

    I don’t like you, I love you

    It’s never the other way around

    I don’t hate you I just want to

    Shake you till the walls come crashing down

    And if I’m falling from grace

    At least I’m falling in your embrace

    And at the end of the longest day

    You’re still the last song on my record, babe

    It’s hard to be alone in the world

    I would never choose that fate

    It’s hard to be with me but see

    It’s the easiest choice to make

    It’s the easiest choice to make

    To Make

    To Make

    And if I’m falling from grace

    At least I’m falling in your embrace

    I can’t recall a time I didn’t wake

    Up in the morning just to see your face

    And at the end of the longest day

    You’re still the last song on my record, babe

    You’re still the last song on my record, babe

Album Credits

Music by Carly Kotula

Lyrics by Carly Kotula and Michael Minkoff (Why Are You Sleeping?)

Produced by James S. Smith and Michael Minkoff

Composition and Orchestral Arrangements by Phil Hodges

Executive Produced by Charlie Mudge and Carly Kotula

Recorded, Engineered and Mixed by James S. Smith and Michael Minkoff

at Clubmen Studio in Blairsville, GA

Photography and visual concept by Pat Kotula

CD layout and design by Carly Kotula

Mastered by Matthew Barnhart at Chicago Mastering

Additional lyric consulting by Michael Minkoff and Jo Littin

Copyright Moon Bride 2023


Why Are You Sleeping?

Carly Kotula: vocals

Phil Hodges: piano

Michael Minkoff: drums and percussion 

James S. Smith: electric guitar 

Matt Combs: strings

Meredith Moore: French horns

Peter Martin: trumpets 

Adam Higgins: bass guitar 


Nobody Knows

Carly Kotula: vocals

Phil Hodges: piano, keys 


Keep Calm and Carry On

Carly Kotula: vocals

Phil Hodges: keys, acoustic guitar

Michael Minkoff: drums, percussion 

James S. Smith: synths, electric guitar 

Adam Higgins: bass guitar, organ

Patrick Smith: electric guitar

“The Dying Pigeons” (Adeline Scully, Amity Minkoff, Sari Smith, Selah Minkoff): vocal

Prove Me Wrong

Carly Kotula: vocals

Phil Hodges: bass guitar, electric guitar

Michael Minkoff: drums, percussion, bass guitar

James S. Smith: synths, drum programming 


In Your Thirties

Carly Kotula: vocals

Phil Hodges: piano, acoustic guitar

Michael Minkoff: drums, percussion 

James S. Smith: synths, keys, drum programming 

Adam Higgins: bass guitar, organ


Nothing Good (Comes Easily)

Carly Kotula: vocals

Phil Hodges: piano

Michael Minkoff: drums, percussion

James S. Smith: electric guitar, keys, synths, drum programming 

Tony Ford: bass guitar


Stop Wanting

Carly Kotula: vocals

Phil Hodges: acoustic and electric guitars

Michael Minkoff: drums, percussion

James S. Smith: synths

Ryan Cross: pedal steel

Adam Higgins: bass guitar, keys, organ


I Stay Up All Night

Carly Kotula: acoustic guitar, vocals


That’s Why

Carly Kotula: vocals

Phil Hodges: piano 

Michael Minkoff: drums, percussion

Patrick Smith: backing vocals

Adam Higgins: upright bass 

Matt Combs: strings


Knocking on Exits (feat. Stephanie Morgan)

Carly Kotula: vocals

Stephanie Morgan: vocals

Phil Hodges: piano

Michael Minkoff: drums, percussion

James S. Smith: synths, drum programming, omnichord

Matt Combs: strings

Adam Higgins: bass guitar


Conduits

Carly Kotula: vocals

Phil Hodges: guitars, piano

Matt Combs: strings

Adam Higgins: upright bass 

Michael Minkoff: drums, percussion

Elijah Stout Flinn: flutes


The Last Song on My Record (feat. Wilder Adkins)

Carly Kotula: vocals

Wilder Adkins: vocals

Phil Hodges: piano

Ryan Cross: pedal steel

Adam Higgins: upright bass

James S. Smith: guitars 

Michael Minkoff: drums, percussion