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Sad Songs from London

by Emily Fralick

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    Download the whole shebang for all four tracks. The last one is just a one-take test run of an idea I liked, but since it's decidedly more upbeat than the others, I figured I'd include in to lessen the likelihood of someone killing themselves because this EP is so pathetic
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1.
Painkiller 03:32
Coming up's an easy ride; Echo in the hollow hole inside When you scream as if somebody could hear or much less care An empty heart with watermarks Hiding from the sight of them in the dark And you're safe until you clutch your cure and realize it's not there And so it goes So it goes There's something different in the way you look; You're dead behind the eyes You start to realize painkiller ain't so kind There's something different in the way you cope when everything gets cold You're dead inside and realize painkiller's got your soul And so it goes... You'll see it when it's past the crest Then it's retrospect at best And a twenty word obituary at the very worst Tell yourself you're in control 'Cause you can go like two days whole without it And it doesn't really hurt, oh no And so it goes So it goes There's something different in the way you look; You're dead behind the eyes You start to realize painkiller ain't so kind There's something different in the way you cope when everything gets cold You're dead inside and realize painkiller's got your soul And so it goes... Sit back and let the heat kick in; Happy to be home The warmth inside is falsified; you know it in your bones That's the difference in the way you cope When everything goes cold; You're warm inside and realize painkiller is your soul And so it goes...
2.
There's a reason I didn't want to stay Just let the imprint fade, and trip into tomorrow 'Tis the season of trying to save face Could be your saving grace But likely more your sorrow Your girl is coming home And all the nights we wasted felt so long By ourselves the dream feels like a lie Baby, you're a loner; so am I Let's rot alone, together now... Don't imagine we're ever really whole After we overflow The cold will turn your head around All it takes is the smallest ragged seam You know we're not eighteen We're stomping over treaded ground Your girl is coming home And all the nights we wasted were so long By ourselves the dream feels like a lie Baby, you're a loner; so am I Let's rot alone, together Set fire to our faults and measures now There's a reason I sleep and see your face And in the morning, I wake And smile 'cause someone gets me There's a reason I know the dark abates I live my life in the shade But grow because you loved me.
3.
Shit, everything's screwed Every time I try to tell them, I just end up getting the boot So I'll play along instead Hold onto your chair Every time I hear a slur, I'm more sure that you're getting impaired for validation; I'm sick of this station Poisoning ourselves is all we can do Blissful is ignorance; blessed are bottles of brew And drinking for two... Drinking with you... Shit, where's common sense? Swear it was here in the morning; each minute I'm feeling more dense A bit less alive... Take pride that you're cruel Everything you've said tonight serves no purpose than trying to be cool A flair for dramatic; this station's just static Poisoning ourselves is all we can do Blissful is ignorance; blessed are bottles of brew And drinking with you It's not the drugs; it's the company you keep Can't learn a thing from your sermons We're falling asleep La da da da Poisoning ourselves in basements and bars Blissful is ignorance; blissful is cause for alarm And it's killing your arm Maybe these choices were easy, not right The ghost of your youth hanging heavy 'round Saturday night For the rest of your life Poisoning ourselves is all we can do Blissful is ignorance; blessed are bottles of brew And drinking with you It's not the drugs; it's the company you keep Can't learn a thing from your sermons We're falling asleep La da da da
4.
Life is mostly made up of doing things that you don't really want to do So you tell yourself, "Hey, it's worth it 'cause all that workin' Pays off one-to-one in leisure time" But that's a lie And you know it And I've been clearing vomit And shoveling popcorn And cutting the grass But mostly...hurting my back Don't ever let 'em say it's not about the money, love You wanted to go out in a blazing storm Just promise that you'll always know your end game, honey Though, you'll probably just end up going home in the end But it's a promise worth keeping and A promise worth keeping if you can Dreams are mostly made up of wishes whistling through your brain at record pace So perhaps that's why All your hopes and fears alike in seconds' time just vanish into space But it feels like years 'Cause that's how we spin it And I've been waiting tables And opening boxes And polishing glass But mostly...busting my ass Don't ever let 'em say it's not about the money, love You wanted to go out in a blazing storm Just promise that you'll always know your end game, honey Though, you'll probably just end up going home in the end But it's a promise worth keeping and A promise worth keeping if you can

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released November 11, 2013

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