I Shout Love
Written and performed by Ehsan Ashrafi


Take a trip with me back in time
lets just take a walk through all we're leaving behind
I don't know what tomorrow is gonna bring
All I know is tonight is all we've got

OH BABY I KNOW, I KNOW
THAT WE'RE GETTING OUT OF CONTROL
WISH WE COULD CALL THIS HOUSE A HOME
YEA I KNOW, I KNOW
THAT I'LL LOVE YOU FOREVER MORE
JUST WISH I COULD HEAR YOU SAY "I WANT MORE"

sing one of your songs to me
lets just pretend that there's one reason to be
if you kiss me i promise not to cry
babe I swear, I wont ask you to be
but please be with me


I KNOW, I KNOW
THAT WE'RE GETTING OUT OF CONTROL
WISH WE COULD COME IN FROM THE COLD
YEA I KNOW, I KNOW
THAT YOU'LL LOVE ME FOREVER MORE
JUST WISH I COULD HEAR ME SAY "I WANT MORE"


OH I KNOW, I KNOW
THAT WE'RE GETTING OUT OF CONTROL
WISH WE COULD CALL THIS HOUSE A HOME
OH BABY I KNOW, I KNOW
THAT WE'LL LOVE EACH OTHER FOREVER MORE
JUST WISH I COULD HEAR US SAY "I WANT MORE"

I SHOUT LOVE [LONELY SESSIONS//Vol.01] {FREE DOWNLOAD}

Archive - Taste Of Blood

AaRon-12. Embers (Birds In the Storm)

I got you on tape - Somesault

[Intro]
“Yeah, I know its Friday…I said, I’d chill this week…save a couple quid..
…ah, fuck it-”

Verse 1
Pub door swing, same crowd in the booth,
Same tall tales, same half-truths.
Said I’d take it slow, sip me pint,
Now I’m six deep and I’ve lost the night.
We’re laughin’ loud, mates spillin’ drinks,
Jokes get cheap as the logic sinks.
It’s 1 AM, and I’m half insane,
And I swore I’d behave but I love this game.

Chorus
Let’s go for a drink, “yeah, we’ll just have one,”
You know that’s a lie but we still carry on.(Ayy!)
Call the guy, get a bag about half past one,
And proceed to chat shit ‘til the break of dawn.(Ayy!)

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Verse 2
Barmaid wink, I drop my change,
Try act smooth but I sound deranged.
My mate Nick’s nicked about half of my crisps,
Claims it’s “tax for the friendship risks.”
Phones out, we’re racking’ lines,
“Best night ever!” with dead-fish eyes.
DJ spins that tune we hate,
But we’re shoutin’ every word, don’t hesitate.

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Pre-Chorus
Every week we say “we’re grown,”
Then end up dancin’ on a traffic cone.
Hearts on sleeve, beer on phone,
This town’s our stage, we never go home.

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Chorus
Let’s go for a drink, “yeah, we’ll just have one,”
You know that’s a lie but we still carry on.(Ayy!)
Call the guy, get a bag about half past one,
And proceed to chat shit ‘til the break of dawn.(Ayy!)

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Verse 3
Toilet mirror says, “sort ya life,”
I wink back like, “you’re right, you’re right.”
Stumble out grinnin’, pint still spinnin’,
Mate’s in the corner with that look — he’s sinnin’.
“We ain’t doin’ gear,” yeah, famous line,
Said it last week, said it this time.
Now it’s half past mad, morals misplaced,
Brain on holiday, heart half-baked.
Talkin’ big change with our pupils wide,
While the cab home dreams just pass us by.
We’re slow-motion burnouts, chasin’ the spark,
Cheap thrills fillin’ up the holes in the dark.
Slowly lobotomisin’ our fragile minds,
One beer, one line, one laugh at a time.
We romanticise the mess, justify the climb,
Say we’re “just unwindin’,” but it’s borderline crime.
Eyes like headlights, speech on delay,
Shoutin’ deep truths we forget by day.
The city don’t sleep, and neither do we,
Caught in a loop we call  the “Friday fee.”

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Bridge
We’re all just stories we tell our mates,
Good intentions and empty plates.
Said “no this time,” but the night don’t care,
The devil’s cheap, and he’s everywhere.

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Final Chorus
Let’s go for a drink, “yeah, we’ll just have one,”
You know that’s a lie but we still carry on.(Ayy!)
Call the guy, get a bag about half past one,
And proceed to chat shit ‘til the break of dawn.(Ayy!)
Let’s go for a drink, “yeah, we’ll just have one,”
You know that’s a lie but we still carry on.(Ayy!)
Call the guy, get a bag about half past one,
And proceed to chat shit ‘til the break of dawn.(Ayy!)

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Outro
Wallet’s empty, kebab in hand,
Taxi driver’s playin’ a wedding band.
We’ll swear next week we’ll keep it sane...
But Friday calls — and we’ll come again.

“Yeah, I know its Friday…I said, I’d chill this week…save a couple quid..
…ah, fuck it-

Friday II (feat. All Wick No Wax)

#د_بیوتیفاید_پراجکت گروه راک است که از سال ۲۰۰۴ توسط آندره سیمونیان ارمنی در لندن شکل گرفت و در سال ۲۰۰۶ به ارمنستان نقل مکان کرد تا اولین آلبوم انگلیسی زبان در این کشور را ظبط کنه.
این گروه تا امروز ۲ آلبوم استودیویی منتشر کرده و در البوم دوم خودش با #انتیمتر گروه #ملنكوليك #راک انگلیسی همکاری کرد که کار فرستاده شده محصول این همکاری است.


The Beautified Project - Broken Smile Feat Antimatter

'Coming Home' from Bjørn Riis' MLP out on Karisma Records in digital, CD and vinyl versions February 2018
Order from https://bjornriis.bandcamp.com or https://www.karismarecords.no/webshop/
Facebook:  https://www.facebook.com/BjornRiisMusician/ 
Website:  http://www.bjornriis.com  
YouTube:  https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC6JRXuFfSeZ1AzenPh_krpA
Bandcamp: https://bjornriis.bandcamp.com

Bjørn Riis - Coming Home

Vocal : Amirali Mohebbi Nejad
Bass : Bakteri 
Piano : Pedram Nik Sirat
Guitar : Mamzi Sharifi ( in absence of Amin Nia ) 

CANCEL - Drag & Drop

AaRON - Embers

John Illsley and Greg Pearl. Creek Records October 13, 2008. Limited edition compact disc available on Johnillsley.com 

One  - Greg Pearle & John Illsley

Archive - 11 - Taste Of Blood

Maybe a musician, maybe an artist, maybe a bass player… or maybe just an asshole !

CANCEL - Drag & Drop

Artificial Bakteri