Turtles All the Way Down EP

by L. $hamPain

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“In the end, we were all just humans… drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness.” F. Scott Fitzgerald

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released September 8, 2015

All songs written & recorded by L. $hamPain.
Mastered at Whitewater Recordings.

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Sounds like... Howard Hughes’ mind on a steamy summer night in 1936, electrified with champaign-soaked bubbles & all of his neurons synapsing endlessly between light & dark, Las Vegas & solitude, being the predator & being the prey.

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Track Name: Man of the Hour
Tell me you like me,
Let’s just hang around…
Dream of all we could be
If we just laughed & said “to hell with this town”.

You could be the man of the hour; I could be the girl on your arm.
We could get down all glitter & charm.
You never know,
Boy, you never know
You never know,
Boy, you never know
We could be happy… you never know.

We should go out soon —
Show me a good time.
Laugh all afternoon…
Go to that lounge & dance me out of my mind.

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Tell me you like me… let’s just waste some time.
We all need an escape. Maybe you could be mine.

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We could be happy — you never know.
Track Name: Red Dress Roulette
I’ve been tripping over my own arrogance.
There’s the devil on the one hand, & in the other the deep blue sea
And I’m just sitting on the fence —
Let the swine decide. It’s all the same shit to me.

I’m the same as I’ve always been: a red dress roulette.
You could sell your empire & still not pay my debts…
and the spiders in my eyes are coming to collect.
I’m the same as I’ve always been: a red dress roulette.

I’ve got ten thousand words that don’t make sense.
There’s a cat in a bag, & he’s clawing at the seams.
Good young things have died for less.
Everyone dies alone — sadder things have been seen.

I’m the same as I’ve always been: a red dress roulette.
You could sell your empire & still not pay my debts…
and the spiders on the walls are coming to collect.
I’m the same as I’ve always been: a red dress roulette.
A red dress roulette.
A red dress roulette.

I’m the same as I’ll always be… a red dress roulette
You could sell your empire & still not pay my debts.
Track Name: Miss Mediocrity
I am Miss Mediocrity.
Boytoy baby, put that tiara on me.
I am Miss Mediocrity.
Ain’t it all lovely?
Living is easy.

Cement underfoot, & big grey skies above me…
Close my eyes, and I could be anybody.
Nowhere to go now. I’m all I’ll ever be.
This is the top of the world… That’s what they told me.

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Hold me at arm’s length & shine pale lights all over me…
Pour some Grey Goose out and we’ll have a party.
And I’ll say sweet nothings a little too loudly.
This is the top of the world — don’t you believe me?

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Grey Goose & big grey skies
Boytoy baby, won’t you look me in the eyes?

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Track Name: Another Pale Cliché
You watch Sherlock & listen to Lana del Rey.
You sit back on the floor and watch these days & nights just fade away…
And maybe if there was one thing in this world you wanted, you might pray.
But nothing really matters anyway.

Oh, look what you’ve become —
Dead & dull & numb.
And oh, I know you never meant to end up this way:
Another pale cliché.

You like any boy who’s fool enough to say he likes you.
But you never take a chance on it & play around to see it through.
You say you’ll fall in love when you’re older and wiser, & a bit more okay…
But the timing’s just not quite right today.

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Track Name: Take Me Out Tonight
You’re the closest thing I’ve got to a friend.
And I’m in no hurry to see this story end.
If I gotta go down without a fight,
I’d well like to go down with you in the summer light.

Take me out tonight.
I’ve been lonely all my life,
And, boy, you know that ain’t right.
So, take me out tonight.
Take me out tonight.

I’ve got nothing left to keep me here.
And I know it’s not fair to put that on you, dear.
But you’re my last daydream…
And we’re fading fast with the summer months it seems.

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You’re the closest thing I’ve got to a friend.
And I’m in no hurry to see this story end.
So …

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