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Extra Extra!
01:48
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Extra extra! Read all about it!
“Local Girl Has Nothing To Do!”
My hopes are down, but who cares about it
When I’m downin’ 180 proof?
And I don’t need to remember the day
And I don’t need to hear what you say
Because I get so lost in the intoxication
That I vomit through the day
And should I ask one more time?
If my life will remain in line
Cause Buddha knows I could
Use some direction tonight
As a side note, did you hear the news?
That local girl lives a pretty good life
Just kidding, guys! She’s really depressed
Going through four bottles of wine each day
Cause she remembers you everyday
And she remembers feeling the pain
So then she dealt with loss
In the only way she knew how to day after day
And so she asked one more time
If her life will be alright
Cause Buddha knows she’ll probably cry tonight
And so she asked one more time
If her life will be alright
Cause Buddha knows that she’ll probably die tonight/
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Hey, yeah, it’s me. Thanks for like leaving me out in the cold where it’s like 40 degrees and it’s goddamn raining outside. Don’t mind me and the two other people out here waiting to go home, it’s not like we have curfew or anything, dude. I mean, seriously. It’s like 12 in the morning and I have school the next day and you’re my only ride because I don’t have enough money for an Uber. So, I gotta ask you to take your thumb out of your ass and please just drive us home.
Goddammit goddammit, have to go through this again
Have to wait 3 fucking hours to go home cause a friend
Cause a friend can’t let go of what is and what was
We all tried talking sense, but they wouldn’t listen to us
So we all just sat and sat ‘till they both came out the door
And, by that fucking time, the clock said it was four in the morning!
Now that’s just goddamn ridiculous!
Who the fuck can talk about something for that long!
I mean, seriously, what the fuck!?
Lookin’ back on it now, it’s still really stupid
How you hold yourself up high and think you’re really righteous
When what it really is is that you’re in denial
Only looking back and never looking forward
It’s really not healthy, but then again who these days?
In these days?
Yeah, I need to go home or I’ma get my ass kicked
Please, can we go now? Cause I don’t care about this!
Cola! Drama! And shit I don't fucking care about!
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Double A
01:46
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It’s pretty cold and I’m sitting in my car in L.A.
Fillin’ up my tank to get away from this
Dreadful fucking city, I knew it wasn’t easy
Buying food’s really hard cause I got no fucking money
And I’m pretty pretty sure I’m less than poor
I’ve been sleeping in my car and only got forty-four
Dollars in the bank, dear God and thank you Justin
For the granola bars
Crashin’ on people’s couches, doin’ work for bits and scratches
Rollin’ up weed for joints to take the edge off for headaches
This delightful nightmare won’t let me go
Where I need to go
I’ve mauled over options and it’s pretty fucking helpless
Nothin’ else I can do except try my best
But that’s not enough, I’ll call your bluff to forget me
You know you won’t
Bye, you shitlords.
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Sucker
02:34
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I don’t know why I woke up today
Please take me out of this goddamn headache
Eight dollar wine and canned foods for breakfast
A little buzzed, so I won’t drive for today
Get cheap beer at ten in the morning and
Sulk in the back of my car for no reason
I tell myself I’m not depressed
Readjust my skirt to impress myself
All night long, it’s the same thing for hours with an
Iron grip on this circular metal and I
Lie and lie, saying it’s alright, thinking
“Oh my God, why can’t I just die tonight?”
Wake up at six feeling really, really tired
I look at myself in the same fucking mirror and think
“Where has my time gone?
Am I stuck or will I move on?”
Cause, I won’t lie, I feel a little static
Like my feet are glued to the floor, I feel manic
I haven’t planned ahead or anything of the sort
I just sat here on my ass ‘till I turned 24
I’ve got nothing going on, can you say the same?
I’m not really earning money, my friends earned the fame!
And it kinda, kinda hurts to be left behind
And my only real friend is ten dollar wine
And my life really sucks, I know that you know, too
I’m afraid to ask for help, cause I know you know that
I’m a little sucker
I’m a little sucker, oh
I know.
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Hello there, I’ll be honest, I’m scared
I’m not used to doing things where I go out on a limb and
I’m feeling exposed, I’ve been writing these notes
On how to tell you how I like you without throwing up
It’s kinda hard to do that
When I’ve got no esteem, it’s hard to say what I mean
And I’m sorry that I get all shy around you on our dates
I’m clumsy and I don’t know what to say
And it’s high time I changed that, don’t know where to start
Can someone help me out? I wanna shout!
In my room, kinda freaking out
Been stuck in my own personal hell
Trying to decrypt these hints and tune into signals
If they’re there
Driving down Carmageddon Sunset
My heart is pounding fast cause I
Can’t contain, these words they die in vain
I can’t get over myself to tell you how I feel
Cause wham bam, I like you, man
And I’m sorry, I’m a bit of a sap
I know I get all nervous
It’s just a little problem I have with myself
And it’ll take some time to fix
Take some time to fix
In the park and trying not to stare
Instead I just look at the dogs that are running around and rolling in the grass
Looking at the sky, maintaining eye contact
When you speak, but not for too long.
Cause it might get a little awkward and plus
I get lost in your eyes, as cliche as it sounds
It still holds true in this particular moment
Is that weird? If it is then I’m sorry
Don’t know if I’m being weird or not
But when I’m with you, I lose all train of thought
And I’ve got no more words, I’m better at this drunk
And I’ve got some more time, but I waste it and it sucks
And I wanna tell you how I tell you how I feel about you now
But my brain keeps pushing it back, I can’t get these
Words out, can’t let my own guard down
Tell myself tomorrow, but I know I won’t
Cause I’m a little bitch and I’ll be anxious and
Throw up all over my bathroom floor
Will I clean up? Well, I guess I have to
But I must tell you how I feel about you
One way or another cause
It’s killing me just holding it inside
And it gets real awkward when I’m with you time to time
Is it too early? Will I just fuck it up?
It doesn’t really matter, at least I’m feeling again!
YEAH!
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Elisia Song Los Angeles, California
Elisia Song is a musician from LA county. Having released her first solo album after the departure of her alt-rock band,
Barcodes and Stripes in 2016, Elisia strives to find the perfect balance of story-telling and obnoxious oversharing.
LIVE SHOW LINEUP:
ELISIA: GUITAR/VOCALS
GANNON: DRUMS
COLE: KEYS/VOCALS
SAM: GUITAR/VOCALS
JUSTIN: BASS/VOCALS
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Elisia Song recommends:
Rabbit Season EP
by Elmer Flood
Rabbit Season really brings out the sadness in you and wrings it out. Tiffany's vocals and the guitar lines are so fucking good. You'll need to have this in your collection.
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Laughing e.p.
by by the end of summer
Ahhh, this album. I've spent hours blasting this album on full volume. Loud guitars, loud drums, high energy, angry vocals, sad lyrics. What's not to love?
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I found these guys trying to look for female fronted Midwest emo bands. They're not really Midwest emo, but certainly have an emo quality to them. I can't get enough of the vocals
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Number One To No One
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