Lauren Ruth Ward - Babysitter (Official Music Video)

"Babysitter" written by Lauren Ruth Ward
LYRICS
When I was young I was told not to question. That heaven makes no exceptions. To just have faith in his perception. Who is he? Became my obsession. I sang every song they told me, I learned how to pray. But I died in the life they sold me. I guess I’ll never be holy. I thought about just throwing my hands in the air and throwing caution to the devils wind. Believe the good in my life was all in his plan and when things go wrong it's blood on his hands. No need to check my own behavior, cause then I’d have my scapegoat savior. I believe in things I cannot see. I just can’t believe in things that cannot see Me. I found the answers to my questions. Spoiler - it’s not heaven. The light that guides me from wrong to right has been deep in my chest this whole damn time. If you need religion to keep your faith, well, I won’t judge the path you take, no. Please don’t judge the path I take. And if you do just stay out of my way. You are You and I am She, and well, She is risen. I am my own god, my own prophet, my own religion. A fiery damnation can’t shame me to reconsider. I’ve got my soul under control. She doesn’t need a babysitter.
MUSIC CREDITS
Main vocal, background vocals, drums, and acoustic guitar written and performed by Lauren Ruth Ward.
Bass and lead guitar written and performed by Liv Slingerland.
Cello written and performed by Leah Metzler.
Viola written and performed by Kiara Ana.
Produced, recorded and mixed by Claire Morison at Wild Horizon Sound in West Hollywood, CA.
Co-produced by Lauren Ruth Ward.
Mastered by Idania Valencia at Sterling Sound.
VIDEO CREDITS
Filmed and Edited by Wes O'Connor @wes_oconnor
A quote from Lauren :
As a child, “love” was rewarded to me when I followed a narrow set of rules for what a female child should act like. I soon became acquainted with shame, disapproval and punishment for asking questions provoked by thinking for myself. It’s a tale as old as tradition, children should be seen and not heard. I did not feel seen. I was seven years old and I wanted to die. The shaming of my individuation by those meant to protect me was an act void of empathy and compassion that they learned from their supposed protectors. This confidence stifling poison made my desires for acceptance grow stronger and so I tried living what felt like a slow death of relentless compliance in the patriarchal setting of organized religion. Deep in my haze and discomfort, I envied the humans who’s desires coincidentally aligned with “the rules”. I witnessed people in power commit crimes under the guise of “religion”. Eventually, my innate knowing that my individual expressions, which harmed only the ego’s of the ones attempting power over me, started to twinkle. My inner light brightened every time I met someone who had experienced similar awakenings and were thriving. Being a human being is an art form. An Artist is one who creates from their personal spirit messaging center, regardless of external influence, but because they must do this to survive. They must be them to survive. Adopting an entire belief system is like pressing an “easy button”. It gaslights a mind’s vast, ever-evolving, observant nature. Attempting to control others with the fear of shame and ostracization is a manipulation tactic used by ones who’re paralyzed in their own fear. Every person is capable and deserved of creating their own version of how to live.