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about

Heyyyyy, I'm back almost SEVEN months later with another album. w00t. I made this album mostly to try and go back to my more punk-esch roots instead of going down a more alternative rock path and I think I did pretty well in doing so. I also might've accidentally put some ska-punk elements here and there or just made a whole song ska-punk(sorry not sorry). This album is somewhat composed of old song ideas that I never got to use or liked at the time that I thought should come alive now. I guess, I'll point out which ones they were in the description.

Some of my friends might know these songs as ideas that I had in middle school or some shit or songs from my old band, Barcodes and Stripes. There are two different versions of Avalina that exist. The one on the Farewell EP for BCAS and this one on b l e g h . I had made this before deciding to release the Farewell EP and I think this version is better anyways.

As for what this album’s about. Well, the common theme for my music has always been about depression or wanting to die. And, unsurprisingly, this album falls into that theme, but it’s a little more light-hearted than the last two albums I’ve made, Travel The Ocean and Band-aids & Skateboards Made My Summer Suck. It’s more about finally trying to get yourself out of the dumps and doing something to be happy. Of course, some songs are about dealing with shitty friends and sad stuff so, this albums about that, too. Could this mean that ol’ Ellie is starting to perk up? Fuck no.

Also, drums sound way better when they sound impossible to play. Sorry, John or any other drummer that’ll play for me in live shows, for maybe killing your arms and will to live. Also, my sister keeps saying I make emo music, please send help.

SPECIAL THANKS TO:
Said Maghloubi, Cristian Luongo, Izzy Jacques, Brandon Jacobson, John Doland, Zach Ostedt, Olivia Luongo, and many more that I can’t fit into here without taking a whole page. Thank you guys for continuing to inspire me.


LYRICS AND INFO SHIT:

FANS & ICE PACKS:

This is one of the songs that I wrote first for b l e g h, right after Haven't Turned Off My T.V. Since 2004. The synth didn't really come in until wayyyyy down the line when I got a demo version of FL Studio 12. I also didn't write lyrics for it until You're All Alone's instrumental was done, which was one of the last songs I finished the instrumental for. I'm a bit lazy, as you'll soon find out.

As for what this song means - to me, at least - is pretty obvious. It's about burning alive in the hot, hot summer and not wanting to deal with all the dudebros that one might see bro-ing about ever so often. The Palisades here in California is a notorious spot for said dudebros and I get unbelievably annoyed at anything they spew out of their brewski-filled mouths. Also highkey called out my friends in the last bit of the lyrics, hehehe.


Wasting my time on Miracle Mile
I’ve got nowhere to be for now
So, I hit up a local friend
It’s kinda hard to pretend

That I’m not standing here, burning my ass off
It’s a hundred and four degrees, Oh God
Can you please pick me up?
I can feel the heat rising up

YEAH!

Sipping lemonade when I prefer some Scotch
The fall this year’s coming in real hot
I hate going in the light
Are you taunting out of spite?

Cause I feel like a million fucking degrees
All this heat’s making me weak in the knees
Can you please fuck off?
Unless you wanna square up

Never underestimate how hot it can get and
Never underestimate when the summer ends and
Trust me, you’re better off
Think about moving North

Cause every time you talk, I wanna punch you in the face
Cause it’s really irritating when I hear you yell “’LADES!!!”
I don’t really get it, can you please just shut your mouth?
Cause I’m telling you right, I’m not really above
Parking this car and kicking your ass out
So, for once in your life, can you please shut the FUCK UP?!

WHOO!!!!!

Brandon’s got a car, but it’s really on the fritz
Zach can’t even drive cause he’s still just a kid
There’s no other option, I’ll just take transits

Izzy’s got a license, but she’s got no fucking car
Cristian doesn’t either, and he’s never gonna get one
But he’s been saying that he will for the past two years, oh!

I’ve got an idea, why can’t we just take the bus?
Or tell Said to buy another Uber?
We do that anyways, why don’t we do just do that now?

Cause it’s not a bad idea to drain his bank account
Buy a hundred Ubers so we can all feel super
About saving money, all except for him!

--

AVALINA, PLEASE PICK UP!:

This is one of the songs that was originally for BCAS, until I decided that I could make it better myself(no offense, guys). I had recently realized that this song would've sounded A LOT BETTER than the original if it sounded more punk and had a bit of ska in it. And, so, this came out. Hella.

It really sucks to have an ex break up with you without any reason. You try and call them back and they don't answer so, you're kinda fucked and stuck there for a little bit. You kinda keep on thinking that it's your fault and you can't really tell yourself otherwise because they won't fucking pick up!

But, to be completely honest, this songs a jab at Said when he used to be somewhat of a player a while ago. The whole premise is that he right up stalks a girl and arrested for it. And when he gets his one call, he tries to call the girl to bail him out and she won't answer. This never happened, obviously.


Avalina, will you please pick up the phone?
I got in trouble yet again
Please understand this is my own personal issue with you

I went on Google and Wikianswers
Even Bing for help online
But to my surprise I couldn’t find anything to help me

Avalina, I’m sorry for everything
I’ll breathe in and count to ten
I’ll simmer down from every thought featuring you

I ordered pizza from Domino’s and breadsticks from Olive Garden
Will you please come by?
We’ll laugh while we watch “The Garden”

Not a day goes by where I see every lie
Flip the page to chapter eight
I can’t find a paragraph worthy to relate to

Italic fonts on computer screens to get the point across
To my scattered brain
I use pills to keep me sane

Oh, won’t you please pick up the phone?
I really need to get you back, someone who looks like I feel, too
And all I know is known
I really need to be with you, I need to be with you to look through

Zach, buddy listen, I fucked up yet again
Brandon drove me in the pouring rain
I know it’s late, but will you stay up and talk with me
“What’s your deal, dude? What the hell! Why can’t you do this right?
Just call it a night
Go home, we’ll talk in the morning.

Don’t you know we’re all the same?
We like to fight with those who use us, just like we all think they do
So, when I tell you what I’ve gained
I don’t want you to know the truth, I need to be with you to look through

Avalina, will you please pick up the phone?
I got in trouble yet again
Please understand this is my own personal issue with you

I went on Google and Wikianswers
Even Bing for help online
But to my surprise I couldn’t find anything to help me

I need to be with you to look through.

--

STUFF THAT I LIKE (BOMB THE MUSIC INDUSTRY! COVER):

I picked this song to cover because I feel like it blends in with the overall tone of my album. To me, this song's mostly about barely enjoying going out to hang out with friends because you never have enough money to do anything, let alone buy a drink. So, you just wander around, being the only sober friend while all the smart adults are shithammered(catch that reference?) and you're walking behind them making sure your friend doesn't stumble and break their nose.


The city subway stations never glisten.
The gates rise up like they belong in prison.
And my balance is low. I better pick a good place, I got one ride to go.

Your fucking cocaine party fucking freaks me out.
When did Scott Weiland show up? How long’s he stickin’ around?
I guess this new fare hike means that I’ll ride my bike,
play video games and do other stuff that I like.

And in the morning cleaning up, we found these plastic bags with a little bit of party left and started to laugh, “Man, I’m glad I passed out from the booze and the weed ‘cause the house stayed up ‘til 6 AM doing speed.” But now it’s 1 AM and I’m quite a few in and I can barely make out where the bathroom line begins and it’s been moving five inches every fucking five minutes. I wanna ask the over privileged kids if they would fucking mind?

I gotta take a piss in the cocaine room. What is this? The line for lines? It’s a long line for lines. I’m getting claustrophobia from the twenty­something set with bleary eyes. I don’t wanna be part of this Friday night or Saturday night. I don’t wanna be part of this line for lines, long line for lines. I don’t wanna be part of this night.

When go out these days all I do is complain about the booming bass and the shitty DJ because if I wanted to go to a dance club, I’d own a bottle of Brut, a closet full of Christian Dior, and I’d be in a different room. ‘Cause we can dance to Otis Redding, P.O.S, and M.I.A and if you’re on Serato Scratch don’t call yourself a DJ. Beat detecting’s got no attitude, your tempo maps can’t feel and room, but lemmings all have dancing shoes and I’m just freaking out.

You’re assaulting me with thrusts like I’m an asshole. You’re sweating to the sounds of Billboard’s Hot 100 like a total yeah bro dick. Man, I thought that we all lived here ‘cause we’re different I guess I was wrong this time, and time after time I don’t wanna be part of this Friday night or Saturday night. I don’t wanna be part of these cokey times and eight dollar wines. I don’t wanna be part of this night.

The city subway station never glistens. The gates rise up like “What’s up? You’re in prison, confined by alcoholism and lack of better decisions for having fun on the weekends.” But this shitty atmosphere keeps bumming me out. Don’t want my Club MTV. I hate Downtown Julie Brown. I guess these new prices hikes will make me grab my light and climb the fire escape to the roof for a book that I like.

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LIGHTS, CAMERA, ACTION!:

I wrote this song in my guitar class and I really liked the melody that I thought up for it, but the instrumental was lacking for it. But it really fit the melody so, I just sat down in my school's band room at lunch and went, "Okay. I've got an idea for the melody. Now to make it worthwhile with the lyrics." I could've done better, but it sounds pretty alright.

I’m just climbing ladders up to fucking nowhere
I’m just a big letdown, just a big letdown
All these anthems for the summer, they get me really tired
And I don’t how I put up, don’t know how I put up with the shit
That I do all the time

And everybody expects me to understand
All the itty bitty details about their little lives,
But when it comes to mine, they think everything’s fine
But they don’t know how I struggle, don’t know how I struggle
With the things that I do all the time
They all think that I’m doing just fine

The minutes on my clock rush by around the block
They don’t care if I’m tired or ask them to wait up
But the road trip to the East does a good job of reminding me
How much I really hate it when I lose track of time
But, of course, knowing me, I do
I kinda hate it when my friends lie, too

I love it when I freak and friends don’t understand
What the hell is going on behind my own songs
But the truth is that I call out all of the problems
That we never seem to get through, never seem to get through
Cause we’re all so proud and dumb
We all think we’re right. It’s so FUN!

--

BEING HIGH WON'T FIX ANYTHING:

I've been feeling pretty down for the better part of 2016, like I'm sure most of everyone has been, and -as a result- tried to find external ways into feeling better(like alcohol and whatnot, woohoo.) So, I guess, I got fed up with feeling down all the time and tried to find an outlet to get the weight off, I guess. That's this song.


I woke up feeling depressed
I’m tired of feeling like shit
Cause everything goes south of my way
It leaves me feeling fucked up for days

Back when things were slightly okay
Good times were when it would rain
Down on me, it’d get my clothes soaked
But I didn’t have a care in the world

But back in the real world, I feel colorless
I need to stop talking to myself

I’ll only let you down
I’ll only let you down
I’ll let you down cause I can’t keep a simple promise
I’ll only you let down
I’ll only let you down
I’ll only let you down cause I can’t do anything

I took a walk to shake the feeling
Of a commonly misplaced love for living
I know it sounds bad, but I’m quite okay
Feeling this down’s just part of my day

It helps a load to drink my mind off
Smoke a blunt while roaming the block
But by the end I end up seeing
That being high won’t fix a thing

And back in the real world, I’m in a constant sore
An everyday little task, like laughing, always seems like a chore
And I know that I shouldn’t be feeling sorry for you
I need to stop talking to myself

La la la la
Oooooooooh

And back in the real world, I’m in a constant sore
An everyday little task, like laughing, always seems like a chore
And I know that I shouldn’t be feeling sorry for you
I need to stop talking to myself

Being high won’t fix any
Being high won’t fix any
Being high won’t fix anything anymore

Being high won’t fix any
Being high won’t fix any
Being high won’t fix anything anymore

I’ll only let you down
But for the better or the worse
I will figure it out maybe again someday
But for now, I’ll just lie down
With nothing to do in my small-ass room.

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HAVEN'T TURNED OFF MY T.V. SINCE 2004:

The title has nothing to do with the lyrics unless you're one of those people who dig into everything to find the most obscure meaning out of a song. Then, I guess, it would. But, for now, imagine this: you're a high school senior, a pretty bad one at that, who managed to barely get her grades up to passable to graduate. Things seem like they're looking up for you, you're not as depressed anymore, you notice you laugh more and more, and well. You're happy, for a change. And then, out of nowhere, your friends ignore you(it seems like), you're stressed out, and that girlfriend you had strong feelings for breaks up with you over the phone the day before graduation for what seems like no reason at all. And that throws you in for a loop for God knows how fucking long and so you sulk for a week. That's this song.

I wanted to make this song to prove to myself that I can climb myself out of a deep hole, but still acknowledge what happened. I don't think I did too good of a job with it because the premise of the whole song is still pretty sad. So, next time, I guess.


Burning in the summer
But I don't seem to mind
From June to October
I'll say I'm feeling fine

But some know that
I'm lying
"Oh, everything's alright"
House keys in my pocket
It's time to head outside and quit feeling sorry for myself

I call up some friends
They say "I'm busy
Until the week ends"
So, I'm left to my own devices
To figure out a plan to keep busy
I guess I'll go down to the beach to

Soak my head under the water
And clear my brain of this filth and shit.

Walking towards the light
At the end of the tunnel proves I can fight

The emotional turmoil you caused me
That left me for dead
The hundred thousand vague reasons you gave me
Are stuck in my head
There's no need for close or so I thought
Boy, it'd sure be nice to have some closure.

Called up Cameron
He asked me "What's up?"
I said "Nothing, are you free now?
I need some cheerin' up."

He said "Hold on, I'll be there
In about an hour or two."
He hung up and I sat there
With a half-eaten corn dog stuck in my mouth and I threw it up

On some 4 year old's shoes
The mom was pissed
What could I say or do?
She cussed me out and I flipped her off
Her little kid was on the floor
Crying his eyes out because I puked on his little shoes
I guess I'm fucked.

All these years, I thought I had been broken, but I'm havin' fun living each day looking up at the sun and having my two retinas burn and going blind cause all I see is bullshit in front of me and I've got no windshield wipers to help.

But going steady should be helping
And not feel like nothing's helping

Cause I'll tell you now, it isn't easy
Moving on
When you cut me off for no fucking reason
That doesn't feel fun and I
Don't know what I did or if I did something wrong
Boy, it'd sure be nice to know for sure for once.

--

OVER THE SHITBOW:

I guess, I'll start with the technical side of this song and stuff. This song used to be a demo for when I was in Justin's band, Hello Anxiety. We were going to put it on the EP that we would never release. Then Justin went off to college in Montana so, the band had pretty much dissolved permanently(maybe?) because of that and we never got to record more than two songs for the EP. So, a couple of weeks before Justin went off, I asked him what he was gonna do with this song. He said that he didn't know and I asked if I could use it for this album and he said yeah. He even gave me the melody he came up with for it and said that all I had to do was change the lyrics and it'd be mine.

Which brings me to what it is now. At first, I didn't know what to write about for the song. Because of that, I put this song off for a while until a week before Justin had to leave. I got really sad that one of my best friends were leaving for two years so, I wrote about him. I just noticed I write about Justin a lot.


It said it was gonna rain on the forecast
And you said the time wasn’t going by that fast
But you left for a better life

I’m just really alone today
And I can’t really say I feel okay cause I
Can’t decipher what you meant
When you told me to try my best to stay alive

I’m sad when I think about your face
And I’m sad when I think about the day
That you left for university; crying tears of denial
Hoping that it’s scheme

Just fuck me up
Just fuck me up

It said it was gonna rain on the forecast
And you said the time wasn’t going by that fast
But you left for a better life

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BONUS OCEANS (JEFF ROSENSTOCK COVER):

Recently, I've been feeling like my friends and I are moving our separate ways, with college having started and all that mumbo jumbo. And this song captivates that perfectly, I feel and that's why I chose it. And, it's a rocking song in general.


Yeah, I've got friends who wanna catch up on old times
But that just makes me feel ashamed to be me.
And I've got friends who wanna relive the past
And deify memories
And they just scream to me

That if you don't die young
You're gonna live too long.

On the stoop of the apartment next to my shitty job
An old friend passed me on the street today
I said "Hello" and tried to catch up on old times
She walked the other way.

Maybe I seemed to scream
That if I got cancer or somebody shot me
I'd be like a child or something,
Asking doctors to do me favors
or cross my fingers and hope it gets better
Like a broken record, I seem to scream,
If you don't die young, you're gonna live too long.

I was getting drunk in a foreign ocean
Trying to wrap my head around problems
And all my bitterness just seemed passe.

Because I realized as soon as I said it
How long it'd take to swim from Jones Beach to Indonesia
And maybe you're waiting on a call from me.

And maybe you're working in a crowded restaurant
And you're the one who's got a life so fucked up
that you don't know what happened.

Just like you saw me working at some restaurant
Embarrassed 'cause my life was just so fucked up.
And I don't know how it happened.

-

N.A.S.A./I MISSED MY GRADUATION:

N.A.S.A. was a song that was on Band-aids, if you guys remember. And, on it, it was supposed to bleed into another song, which is now I Missed My Graduation. I also thought that N.A.S.A. sounded like shit on Band-aids, so I wanted to remake it. It's pretty cool, I think.

N.A.S.A.'s meaning is pretty straightforward. It's about dealing with death of friends or relatives. How hard your life gets for a while knowing that you'll never see them again and the last thing you ever saw them in was probably a hospital bed or a coffin descending into the ground. Sad shitz.

I Missed My Graduation is about dealing with asshole people who hurt your friends for no reason. A theme that comes up a lot in my songs nowadays.


It started Monday morning
With the morning dew outside
It started rolling down the window
As it froze outside

In the cold, dark winter
In this fucked December month
Where I’m thinking of you in the day
And missing you in the night

And now I wait
For you two
To come home

So, Nadia and Steven
They’re both in the afterlife
Sipping margaritas vacantly
Trying to pass the time

While I’m here down on Earth
Living my shitty ass life
Waiting to reconnect
With my best friends

And I can tell you
That I’m waiting for
The hands of death to pull at me
To pull me down

For my judgement session
To unite with Nadia and Steve
In the afterlife

Another boring story and
Another boring time with my
Scary thoughts and windows to my
Soul, heart, and mind

Where you see every thought
And read all my actions and where
I get judged
By myself

Whatever happened to the thought
Of being happy and
Being relatively drama free
And at peace instead of

Being so angry that you
Want to just give up and
Just lie down on the floor
With all your problems so

Please simmer down
You’re yelling too loud!
I only hear your voice
And that gets me down!

Can’t you see?
It’s all just stupid
How we treat each other like shit
And pretend to be happy

Although, I don’t know
Why you think it’s okay
To be a terrible person
And think it’s all play

Cause we’re all just hurt
Get no laughs for today
Cause we feel awful today

It’s time to settle down
It’s time to relax
Cause the sun is setting down
Everyone’s got a frown

Cause of all this drama
In this fucked December month
Where I’m thinking of you in the day
And missin’ you in the night

Although, I don’t know
Why you think it’s okay
To be a terrible person
And think it’s all play

Cause we’re all just hurt
Get no laughs for today
Cause we feel awful

And I might just stay in
No the matter the cause
So, I’ll miss my graduation
I’ll miss my graduation today

--

I HOPE YOU'RE OKAY (HELLO ANXIETY COVER):

This song is a song from Justin's band, from when it was a band. I've always loved this song because, well, it just sounds so raw. The original does, anyways. When I really like songs, I want to cover them, and Justin does a really good job capturing emotions and conveying emotions through his music so, I really wanted to cover this. Fuck, I love Justin. He's one swood dood. He says that this is better than his version, but I say it's a load of bull. Fuck you, Justin, yours is better.


I don’t even think that
There’s even a reason to help
Knowing you’ll just fuck up again

I already know that
I cant be around you
Knowing you just fuck over your friends

I guess its fine for me to say
I kinda hope you’re ok
Im only someone that im not
And I guess its okay
Cause I wouldn’t have it any other way
Im way too crazy with my thoughts

So just hide from society
Smoking weed wont fix your anxiety
Grow some balls and be a man

Don’t try to manipulate
Don’t lie, Try to recessitate
Realize whats in your thoughts
Now try to cope with what you did
You’re a stupid fucking kid

I guess its fine for me to say
I kinda hope you’re ok
Im only someone that im not
And I guess its okay
Cause I wouldn’t have it any other way
Im way too crazy with my thoughts

Everytime I think about a reason that I wanna stay
I just think about what happened and it fades away
Its not very fun to talk like a dick
Its not very nice to call you a prick
Now im walking backwards, and Im walking out the door,
Now looking back, im staring at the kitchen floor
Its over
Now im feeling fine
Its your problem not mine, its your problem not mine

--

YOU'RE ALL ALONE (FT. JUSTIN LIBERTY):

I've always wanted to write a song that wasn't 4/4 and I've always wanted to write a song that wasn't punk rock on a punk rock album and stick it in. I think I did a pretty good job with it, considering that I've never done it before. I couldn't quite figure out how to write the lyrics and melody so, I asked Justin if he could do that for me. So, I guess I'll turf this over to him right now.

"This is a song about not being there, this is a song about going to bed at 4 am and waking up right as the sun sets. It's a song about hatred for your hometown, its a song about atelophobia, It's a song about being alone in a crowd. This is a song about cutting off your infected toe, you had to do it because if you didn't, you would die.

But you still wish you could walk on two feet." -Justin

I'm not a person who wanted to save you
I'm just a savior who wanted to go away
Could you make it any more easier
To leave this behind
Like I'm some kind of dreamer

Leaving behind all the things that I hate
In this terrible city
Its already too late
And the places I miss are already too much
To forget about home
Am I worried enough?

I'm tired of looking back all of the time
It's so hard to think straight, these thoughts aren't mine

Is it too late to turn back to the things that I love?
Or is it just bad luck that I'm stuck with in the end?

Cause I question all the answers
And I answer all the questions
But it leads me to nowhere
Just right back to you

It's painful to think that I cut off a part of me
Is this what they call separation anxiety
Under the covers, I start to wonder
If I leave this room, can I ever recover?

So open your eyes
To the blinding light
And shout out at the sky
And forget all my other things
I felt when the plane took off
I don't want to say how I feel
But it doesn't get easier when you're by yourself
When you burn all the bridges
And forget your tone
When you leave it behind and forget
You're still alone

Its painful to think that I cut off a part of me
Is this what they call separation anxiety
Under the covers, I start to wonder
If I leave this room, can I ever recover?

I'm not a person who wanted to save you
I'm just a savior who wanted to go away

--

HOT SUN, COLD BREEZE:

This is another song that was supposed to be on the Farewell EP for BCAS. It was originally called "Dilemma" and the lyrics didn't change much. It did go through a lot of changes on the technical side, going from 4/4, 5/4, 6/4?, and back to 4/4 until it was scrapped. I came across the lyric document I had of it on Google Drive and decided that it should come back. I had a lot of trouble with it though, because when I made drums for it and tried to record it, it just felt forced and stoic. I thought it would be best if I just recorded everything raw and do little to no mixing of it. So, voila.


Ice skates and trophies on the shelf
A long weekend just to ourselves
The dark corners seem to come to light

We’re busy drinking cheap beer
Dates, love, and romantic atmospheres
Written down in Sharpie for tonight

Milk Duds with sour chocolate
A sick stomach and I couldn’t handle it
Drop me off with a very certain next time

Coke cans and a pumped up attitude
Getting ready to go out with you
The light on my teeth, it shines so bright

And like a cast, you wrap me so
And like a nail, you drive me to the wall
At night, we hold each other in our arms
It feels as if you take my breath away and will catch me as I fall

17 moving onto 18
Hearing flats on black piano keys
And phone chargers plugged into the wall

Rust marks on guitar strings
Paint markings on the drumsticks
This song goes down and up for all

But I don’t feel that I can put you first
And like sharp glass, your words they always hurt
The music holds me in its warm, light arms
It feels as if it takes my breath away and will catch me as I fall

I’m sorry.
I’m sorry that this happened to you
I’m sorry for you.

credits

released October 2, 2016

CREDITS:

Art by: Me.

John Doland for giving me the files of his drum machine so that mine don't sound like shit anymore.

FANS & ICE PACKS:

Elisia Song: Guitars, Bass, Drum machine, Vocals, Synth

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AVALINA, PLEASE PICK UP!:

Elisia Song: Guitars, Bass, Keys, Saxaphone, Drum Machine, Vocals
Cole Bruckner: Writing credit chorus lyrics, backing vocals
Devon Hilander: Writing credit for bass

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LIGHTS, CAMERA, ACTION!:

Elisia Song: Guitars, Drum Machine, Bass, Vocals

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BEING HIGH WON'T FIX ANYTHING:

Elisia Song: Guitars, Bass, Drum Machine, Vocals
Cole Bruckner: Keys

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HAVEN'T TURNED OFF MY T.V. SINCE 2004:

Elisia Song: Guitars, Bass, Drum Machine, Keys, Vocals

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OVER THE SHITBOW:

Elisia Song: Guitar, Vocals
Justin Liberty: Writing credit for melody

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N.A.S.A./I MISSED MY GRADUATION:

Elisia Song: Guitars, Bass, Drum Machine, Vocals

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YOU'RE ALL ALONE (FT. JUSTIN LIBERTY):

Elisia Song: Keys, Bass, Drum Machine, Guitars, Synth. Lyrics
Justin: Lyrics, Vocals

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HOT SUN, COLD BREEZE:

Elisia Song: Guitar, Vocals

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Elisia Song Los Angeles, California

Hello, I am Elise. I make music in my tiny ass room when I'm not in John's room recording.

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Elisia Song: Guitars/Vocals

Gannon Earhart: Bass/Drums/Vocals
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