WASIA PROJECT – Petals On The Moon

The Wasia Project was formed in 2019 by siblings Will Gao Hardy and Olivia Hardy. Their mixed British-East Asian heritage and classical training inspired them to write songs which encorporate a diverse mix of genres including Jazz, Bedroom pop and Classical. Following four independant singles and the addition of a live band of upcoming musicians: Luca Wade (drums) and Tom Pacitti (bass), the siblings embark on their next stage of their development, fusing their love of theatre in their live shows and returning to songwriting at its most basic level: An idea, a pen and of course a piano.

Written and performed by Olivia Hardy & William Gao Hardy Produced by WASIA PROJECT and St Francis Hotel

Feeling down Orange juice Cigarette To get me through As it rains I conclude I need help From someone new

So take me in your spaceship Throw me up into new places Blast me into silence Let your guidance get me through this Gravity is pulling me Along and I can’t find a way to understand Why I’m here again and again

I feel like everybody’s singing out of tune I feel like I can’t help but always be so blue But in the end I know I must keep pulling through And brace myself for all the hell-like petals on the moon

Feeling cold Train delayed You’ve gone home And I’m afraid Helios Sun divine Hold me up Into the sky

You take me in your spaceship, throw me up to constellations Blast me into silence, let your guidance get me through this Gravity is pulling me Along and I can’t find a way to understand Why I’m here again and again, oh

I feel like everybody’s singing out of tune (I feel so blue) I feel like I can’t help but always be so blue (keep pulling through) But in the end I know I must keep pulling through And brace myself for all the hell-like petals on the moon

Born again, alone again, again Home again you’re gone again, again Will somebody be there for me when all my friends have left? Even if I’m undone in the end, oh

I feel like everybody’s singing out of tune (I feel so blue) I feel like I can’t help but always be so blue (keep pulling through) But in the end I know I must keep pulling through And brace myself for all the hell-like petals on the moon