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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released November 11, 2013

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Track Name: Painkiller
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...
Track Name: Faults and Measures
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.
Track Name: Saturday Night Palsy
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
Track Name: Life is Mostly... (Bonus Track)
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