Name: I Know That He Loves Me by Autoheart
Duration: 4 min 8 s
Description: Taken from Hellbent, the third studio album from Autoheart

Coupled with a few other songs from this album, this song gives off the vibe that the singer is desperate to believe that their lover really loves them, but the lover seems to be neglecting and charming the singer into forgiving all of this.

The Absolute Best Feeling

Taken from Hellbent, the third studio album from Autoheart

Hellbent

I Know That He Loves Me

Buy the album on Bandcamp:
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Daoud Tyler-Ameen: vocals, guitar 
Joshua Gottesman: percussion, vocals

Recorded by Thomas Orgren at Persona Non Grata
Mastered by Chad Clark at Silver Sonya
Art and design by Saman Bemel-Benrud

© 2014 Daoud Tyler-Ameen | Alpha Sigma Gamma
www.artsorority.com

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Get-get-get inside your spaceship
You don't have a car, but you don't have to take this
You'll jet up out the city like your favorite authors
Look up at the stars, look up at the stars
You're on the fast track, living from a backpack
Leaving all the sad-sack suckers in the dust behind you
This is how you roll, permanent vacation
You put in your time, now you're out of patience

You could really go, no one's gonna stop you
You could really go, no one's gonna stop you
You could really go, but now you're getting caught up in it
Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute

Think about your friends, think about your other friends
Thinking about you when they can, probably wondering what happened to you
Can't return a call, skipping every breakfast
He tried to be a writer but instead he only fact-checks
Out of shape and uninspired
You force down salad and you just feel tired
And wake up every day and spend it from the get-go
Chewing on your thumb and staring out the window

You could really go, no one's gonna stop you
You could really go, no one's gonna stop you
You could really go if you could spare the money
But you're burning through your twenties for a misdirected, energetic

Asshole living in a castle
Waving ’round a brass pole with a little ball on top
Andbarking like a tree, debating every sick day
Storming through the office like Katrina on the fifth day
Sitting with your pockets full of fists
And you're staring at your wrists and your scissors and you're shaking so bad
You don't have a car, but you don't have to take this
So pack yourself a pair of socks and get inside a spaceship

Daydream and think of the nights
When they'll sing your name and they'll write it in lights
When the daydream ends like a kick in the chest
You can go out dancing and hope for the best
But then you get so bored you're half-asleep
The girls are jealous and the boys are cheap
A circus of the stars, a battle of the sexes
We're all in love with dying and we're doing it in taxes

You could really go
No one's gonna stop you

But then you get that feeling, like a train-track killing
Like an old-time villain in a silent movie
Crying like a kid, squealing like a sex tape
Shrieking like a Beatle fan and kicking like a sensei
Sitting with your pockets full of fists and you're staring at your wrists
And your shoulders, and they're aching so bad
Now they're cutting care, now they're talking pay cut
No one better dare ask you how your day was
Please don't make me act it out, it's hard enough to talk about it
I'll just rent my DVDs and watch my internet TV
I'll bide my time and pay my rent till something knocks me to my senses
When I've had enough of dying in the day shift
I'll pack myself a pair of socks and get inside a spaceship

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Hands up if life is getting stressful
And shout if you are saddened by the news
I need some tips to cope,
some data or some anecdotes,
'cause right now nothing's workin' for my blues

Sometimes I deal by playing music
and sometimes I relax by reading books
Sometimes I go downtown,
climb a tree and don't come down
and throw a bunch of pinecones at people

A crowd has formed around my tree,
just out of reach, and the police have
blocked the street on every side
But no one can climb it and
I think its 'cause they know I have
a pinecone here for everyone who tries

I yell: I'm gonna live to be a hundred
I'm gonna see them cure disease
Then I'm gonna watch them
go to war over the royalties so
if you need me, I'll be in the tree

If you need me, I'll be in the tree
There's several cameras pointed up into my tree
it seems the world's concerned with what I might do next…
Throwing pinecones at photographers
from up here in this conifer
like Tarzan getting scouted by the Mets

Yeah, I'm gonna live to be a thousand
Got robot arms and run on robot feet
Got robot legs and robot head
and my robot ass don't know it yet but
I'd be better off back in the tree

So if you need me, I'll be in the tree…

'Cause no one's asking what would drive me up this pine
Is it protest? Am I being paid to preach or advertise?
No, this non-deciduous decision was all mine
You can show a horse the ropes
but no, you cannot make him climb

And this tree's a makeshift metaphor and I prefer to think
I'm just a stressed out Christmas ornament
who needs some space to breathe
And if the camera crews and crowded streets
and dozens of police
are my endless pressures manifested down below my tree
Then this giant stack of pinecones…
They are the lame and immature ways I deal with them
But also how satisfying it is to do so...
To dome one... when they're not looking... yeah

I'm gonna live to be a million
Longer than the flowers, birds and bees
but if I start to come undone,
make like a tree and hug someone
Everybody needs a place to breathe
just recognize when it is time to leave

I'm probably gonna live forever
but should I die (and that may be preferred)
take me out and bury me
and plant a tree right over me
so I may help someone escape the world

Yeah, I may help someone escape the world

Pinecones

This is Autoheart's tracks sampler taken from their debut LP 'PUNCH' produced by Danton Supple. The sampler includes three songs picked from the album, Agoraphobia, Moscow and The Sailor Song.

All songs written by Gadsden, Neilson, Calman, Roman.


Agoraphobia

Northern Star- Dom Fera

Autoheart are Jody Gadsden, Simon Neilson and Barney JC

I Know That He Loves Me

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