The struggle between self-worth and self-awareness tends to drown an artist in deep waters of sweat, with fast-pulsating waves that almost engulf them. Lawrence Timoni shapes an alternative indie track that gives his inner voices a podium.

The stripped-back version of Good Enough Still I Try uses the simple arrangement of what sounds like a cajón (could be a percussion setup), an acoustic guitar, and Lawrence Timoni’s raw vocals to deliver a performance that’s frayed at the edges.

The track begins with Lawrence telling his public how he’s got a “résumé full of self-sabotage play,” taking moments of his life and almost comparing them to a miserable job interview that he initially thought he was overqualified for.

Lawrence wears his imposter syndrome like a tie to these meetings, where self-assurance and confidence have already made up their mind that he’s just not good enough. The voices in his brain keep taking leaps from:

Oh, perfection’s a prison, and guess who’s the warden?
I keep raising the bar till it crashes down on me

to

I’ve failed in style, I’ve crashed with grace
I’m a work in regress — but I own the place.

By the time we arrive at the bridge of the track, the artist realises that it’s probably not too late to cross it, where trying despite failing is always the option. It’s the urgency of creating something that keeps an artist alive, through all the ebbs and flows of their relationship with self.

Timoni’s delivery is raw, almost confessional. The result: intimate, fragile, and painfully human.

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