Name: How To Be Alone by Lower Key Music
Duration: 3 min 45 s
Description: From the new record SAY WHAT YOU MEAN. Get lyrics at allisonw.com/saywhatyoumean

This is amazing. I can't believe I skipped this song before.. 

Love the touch here at the end. Don't know if intentional, but the way your voice fades out is just so perfect.

Flower Through Concrete

Fresh Concrete

Mom Rock - Grand Romantic Life

A Complete List of Fears Ages 5-28 (aprox)

Buy the album on Bandcamp:
https://artsororityforgirls.bandcamp.com/album/older-boys

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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Spaceship

Track 4 from Domini Forster's debut EP 'Little Dreamer', available at dominiforster.bandcamp.com


Little Dreamer

A song about Freud.

Lyrics:
If I’m so smart and I’m so pretty,
Damn this town and damn this city;
You never give me anything that I want.
 
No one seems to really care.
They're just wholly unaware
Of all the blood and sweat I cry before dawn.
 
But you won’t understand
All the things that I am
Cause' I’m crazy in just too many ways.
 
But I get that little feeling
When my heart starts beating, lungs stop breathing,
All my fibers say to run away.

Count my little scars, I’ve got dozens down inside.
I come complete and invincible, behind my dirty imbecile.
All these things I’ve tried, boy: be cute, be dumb, be wise, be young.
So don’t tell me what to fear in the darkness in this atmosphere.

Love my mum and love my daddy,
Sure they messed me up but that is
Voices that they left inside of my head.
 
Darling, dearest, don’t you see?
I’m tough, I’m smart, I’m bourgeois,
And I’ll play out this lie until we’re all dead.
 
Am I good? Is all I could
Enough for you? 
 
I’m so scared
Of when and where
I’ll find the truth.

Awfully Apeelin'

Dirty Imbecile

It's Always Sunny With You

The Hoosiers - Who Said Anything (About Falling In Love)

Melancholy Astronautic Man

Ravens

From the new record SAY WHAT YOU MEAN. Get lyrics at allisonw.com/saywhatyoumean

How To Be Alone

Lower Key Music

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