I became an artist to tell stories and break the cycle that has followed me my whole life. The cycle of slipping through the cracks of the complex systems built to protect society. I have worked hard to not let that pain define me. However, in 2019, I became the story when my body was taken without my consent.When I made the choice to go public with the incident, it came at an insurmountable cost. I allowed the music industry, media, government, justice system and the weight from the pain of many other survivors take my body too. For the last five years, I have relived the violation of my body again and again in every room, on every stage, across newspapers, screens, websites and whispers until I was no longer one of you. Every door that I walked through became conditional and I put on the heavy mask I was expected to wear… the mask of a perfect victim and tireless advocate.Fighting against the invisible structural violence of the world, which becomes more invisible and violent as you speak up against it, consumed me. I lost my freedom as an artist, agency over my own body, my identity, relationships, intimacy, femininity, trust, protection, opportunity, my safety and wellbeing. I put myself second to everything and everyone else. I delayed my grief and recovery to hold onto a thread of hope for change and give purpose to my pain. I simply could not be complicit in a system that hurt me, broke me and watch as it continues to hurt others.I am proud of the ripples I created - in conversations, commitments, the music industry, National Cultural Policy and legislation. But as the public world slowly started to let light in, my private world was overcome with darkness. At the end of 2023, the criminal court trial of the two perpetrators ended in a mistrial after a merciless cross examination and relisted late 2024 to start all over again. Through the advocacy and justice system, I learned that sacrificing my body, my life alone, was never going to take down the structural violence so prevalent in our society.The victim impact statement EP + film was written as a gift to myself. To return my voice and own my body - this is my protest. To give myself permission to feel and grieve, rage and cry. To remind myself why I came into art and music in the first place. To repair; move forward. To take back my potential and take up the space I deserve in this world. To rely on myself for justice.I am not the poster girl for trauma or #metoo. I am not a parking lot for your mistakes and pain. I am not an educator. I am not responsible for your abuse of power and privilege. I am not the place to collect social credits and tick boxes. I am not my trauma, colour or gender. I am not the sexual assault I never consented to. I am no longer the story. I am one of you.I am an artist that needs the freedom to connect and create again.
My soul deserves it, my stories demand it.

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EP TRACKLIST:
1. whiplash
2. nothing left
3. full stop*also on limited edition
self-portrait vinyl

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LYRICS

whiplashMy neck hurts
My bones ache
I’m in a dream
But I’m still awakeThere’s broken glass
All through my hair
It’s in the past
But I’m still right thereFeel like I’m doing the time for somebody’s mistake
Tired of checking the mirrors and riding the brakes
So I’ll be the flowers they drive past everyday
And they’ll look awayMy body is
Another number
Lost in the wreckage
It’s buried underAnd all these stories
Laid at my feet
They feel like needles and
Pins to meIt’s like I’m doing the time for somebody’s mistake
Tired of checking the mirrors and riding the brakes
So I’ll be the flowers they drive past everydayFeel like I’m doing the time for somebody’s mistake
They’ll slow down traffic for miles to stare at your pain
But not for the flowers they’re driving past everyday
No, they look away

nothing leftQuietly
Can I be a human being
For a moment, humour me
I’ve got nothing left to bring
And I’d be right there if you did the same
You never hold my pain long enough to say
That in the dark I'm able to feel safe
I’m not safeSociety
Have you got enough of me?
Feeling like I’m dangerously
Breaking into two by three
Teeter on the edge, it’s a losing game
And even if I give, there won’t be a place
Holding empty words that will never change
Only I can changeGive, give
All you ask of me is give
Give, give
I have nothing left to giveCradle me
Lay in my sobriety
And it was only my default
Putting you above it all
Even if i speak up, i’m hardly there
Cry out for attention but you don’t care
If you’ll only hear when I yell and scream
Are you listening?Give, give
All you ask of me is give
Give, give
I have nothing left to give
Give, give
I have nothing left, I have nothing left
All you do is take
I have nothing left, I have nothing left
Give, give
All you ask of me is give
Give, give
I have nothing left to give

full stopMy heart’s been aching since I poured it out
It echoes in me like an empty well
And in the dark a voice is calling out
And suddenly, I recognise myselfWhy do I get the feeling?
I’m bleeding out for everyone elseThis is where I leave you
You feel tired, me too
But darlin’ I can’t stay
It’s not my debt to payThis is where I move on
Tell ‘em all I’m long gone
Sell everything I have
Cause I’m not comin’ back
This is where I ride off
Leave you with a full stopI was armed and ready at first light
Forced to be the saviour of the town
Got wounded fighting someone else’s fight
And left to die alone there on the groundIt’s history repeating
I’m bleeding out for everyone elseThis is where I leave you
You feel tired, me too
But darlin’ I can’t stay
It’s not my debt to payThis is where I move on
Tell ‘em all I’m long gone
Sell everything I have
Cause I’m not comin’ back
This is where I ride offLeave you with a full stop

All songs written + performed by Jaguar Jonze
Produced + mixed by Aidan Hogg + Jaguar Jonze
‘whiplash’ + ‘full stop’
Co-songwriter + co-producer - PJ Harding
‘nothing left’
Co-songwriters + BVs - Anna Schneider, Julia Wallace + Nicole Tanner
Co-producer - Julia WallaceAdditional production - Julia Wallace
Guitars + string arrangement - Joseph Fallon
Mastering - Steve SmartFilm created by Jaguar Jonze, Karlo Bilic + Richard O’Prey
Hod of hmua - Marisa Secerov
Colourist - Byron Martin
Texture - Bianca Hinton
Set Assistant - Ryan Flood
Produced by Jonze Society + IBK Productionsartwork by dusky jonze (self-portrait)
graphic design by matti vanderseeSpecial thanks to Dino Dimitriadis, Ryan Flood, Dan Medland, Chenni Li, Will Cunliffe, my band (Aidan Hogg, Joseph Fallon + Jacob Mann), my therapist, Louise Graham, Aaron Pinto, Adriana Glass, Janelle Koenig, Chris Condoleon, Jocelle Koh, Dan Jones, Denise Foley, Leanne de Souza, Yuzhen Wang, Chris Quyen, Karlo Bilic, Richard O'Prey, Bianca Hinton, Teresa Ning, my mum, Jake Batten, Peaches, Matti Vandersee, Nawa Musubi, Cam Attree, Monique Placko, Phil + Karen O’Prey, Nigel Day, Molly Foxcroft, Patreon cubs + Nettwerk for supporting me through advocacy, artistry and justice.