Night Life - EP

by Real Life Parody

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jason thomas Channeling YMAEWK and Say Anything to create a very engaging ep Favorite track: Whitney Street.
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04:12
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04:19
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04:41

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released June 15, 2013

Adam Ackerman - Guitar/Vocals
Nick Martel - Bass/Vocals
Billy Olsen - Drums

All songs written and performed by Adam, BIlly, and Nick.

Recorded, Mixed, and Mastered by Matt Baltrucki at Hartt Studios

Artwork by Adam Ackerman

Special thanks to Cameron Boucher for assisting with recording

Also special thanks to all of our friends on gang vocals

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Track Name: Monsters
In twenty years it seems the facts were misconstrued
You’ll be strong and fight it all but my night-light’s been overused
And I’ve been waiting for a stronghold in a suit
And every night I’m wishing that my armor wasn’t overdue
I’ll build a barricade to save me from the truth
But there are monsters in my closet and there’s nothing I can do.

In twenty years it seemed I looked a little faint
A wrong turn towards a broken door and now I’m left with bad dreams I create
I’ll run all day and never give my soul to take
I pleaded with the reaper, but I know that he is eager and depraved.
And I’m just prey

All along the eastern sea
I’ve been exercising debris
Inside of me, it’s tiring
I’d give my breath for sanctuary
All along alone with me
The spirits that won’t let me sleep
Are lingering, and they won’t ever
Leave

All along the eastern sea
I’ve been exercising debris
Inside of me, it’s tiring
I’d give my breath for sanctuary
All along alone with me
The spirits that won’t let me sleep
Are lingering, and they won’t ever
Leave
Track Name: Whitney Street
It’s on repeat
My frozen hands and feet
Keep begging for the summer heat
But just as winter seems to hide its face
It reminds me how the world’s a cold, cold place
I need some relief
You broke the thing that
Keeps me safe from sleet
But now the shards are left to die on your concrete

Because I’ve lost more hair than sleep
But now I count more crows than sheep
And now I’ve lost more blood than teeth
Because I’m beaten every week

Shock and awe
A tidal wave across
A boulevard
It’s harder drowning in the dark
And after all
The pavement hid your mark
And know I’m scarred
But know you won’t get far
Screaming au revoir, au revoir

And on the first day I’m intact enough to run the race
But on the second day I am drowning in a river from my face
By the third day I’m deflated and I can’t deny
A beating heart’s a burden in this fucking place
But I’ve still got four moons to rise

Because I’ve lost more hair than sleep
But now I count more crows than sheep
And now I’ve lost more blood than teeth
I can’t take much more defeat

The cure cost more than the deceit
600 reasons to be weak

Shock and awe
A tidal wave across
A boulevard
It’s harder drowning in the dark
And after all
The pavement hid your mark
And now I’m scarred
But know you won’t get far
Screaming au revoir, au revoir

No matter what goes
I’ll know every little
Plot hole you wrote
Driving me towards new lows
When you betray me
Deceased on Whitney street
I’ll leave my self control at home
And leave your body incomplete

No matter what goes
I’ll know every little
Plot hole you wrote
Driving me towards new lows
When you abandon me
Deceased on Whitney street
I’ll use what little bit I’ve left
And get back on my feet
And leave your body incomplete (repeat)

To you and not to I
I wish to give this constant fright
Why this awful sight?
An excess case to keep me up at night
And to those at my side
Please hold tight your peace of mind
And though I don’t have mine
I’ll guard yours as the midnight comes untied
Track Name: Polarity
I’m just counting days to my demise
And these days I shake with the tick of time
My hands are bleeding me out dry
Because I’ve held sharp seconds longer then I should’ve tried
But a temple without holy men in sight
Leaves a lot to desire, it never feels quite right

I guess that I’ll wait here and watch the red paint dry
It’s the last thing you left in the city where you died
But when the walls turn blue to cover our goodbyes
The crimson will be in my chest, alive

And though my tongue is tied, I’ll let the speech subside
And I’ll be left on the roof with the man on the moon to hear my selfish cries
And with a strong salute, I’ll hold the final truth that I’m sure I’ll be fine.
I hope you find the fit that you like.

I’m horribly
So well prepared
To hide myself
So you’re unaware
That I am crushed,
That I am here
That you are there,
That I’m so scared

I’m often weak
And ill compared
To days I felt
I didn’t care
Now I’m broke
I need repair
And now I’m choked
In search of air

I’m horribly
So well prepared
To hide myself
So you’re unaware
That I’m crushed,
That I’m here
That you’re there,
That I’m so scared

And though my tongue is tied, I’ll let the speech subside
And I’ll be left on the roof with the man on the moon to hear my selfish cries
And with a strong salute, I’ll hold the final truth that I’m sure I’ll be fine.
I hope you find the fit that you like.
Track Name: Night Life
I saw a ghost over my bed last night
And paralyzed I watched the static smoke above my resting place
The faceless figure stared me right between the eyes
And I felt a lifeless breath upon my face

He said "I've found nothing better
Than the words in this letter
And from what I remember
You will always be
The perfect messenger
The aid to the sender
Complete this adventure for me"
With a look quite perplexed
And a weight on my chest
I asked "is this how it must be?"
With no hesitation
And death implication
He said he would pledge to his honesty

In a sudden haze
My lungs emptied away
Left with questions unanswered
Bewitched and bewildered
Awoke to the sun in a daze
I lied beside
What may define my life
Doubts had built inside my mind
And I could not decide ‘til I said,

“I’d rather swim the seven seas
Than place my grave inside the air we breathe
If only I could expire to a place I see
Cure my curiosity
A shortcut to a sinking ship for
Me”

Cross my heart, I’m never fine
Why keep sight from the fataly blind?

This secret ever cryptic
Burns like the sun between my fingertips
If I ever wrote down what proceeds me
With certainty, I might find peace.

In seven days,
I swore I heard my name
With urgency, searching
And nothing emerging
The torment inside inhumane
All worn away
Patience turns to gray
Confiding in mirrors to find something clearer
It gives way to careless defying mistakes

I’d rather embrace swarms of bees
Than haunt the world like some monstrosity
If I could only expire to a place I believe
Cure my curiosity
A shortcut to a sinking ship for me

Right here, right now, bring clarity
A shortcut to a sinking ship for me
I just need a second to breathe

I’ve been counting the days to infinity
Consequence a vacant dream
If eyes are not good enough to read
Than I don’t see the purpose in
Trying to bet I’m not
Dying and now I’m just
Lying myself into a craze

I’d rather give up what’s left of my sanity
Than let my last breath leave me lingering
And in disparity I release what was given to me
“Always have been one to worry
Take my word, from me to me
What matters most is what we see
And the rest is yet to come”
Track Name: Up & Over
I could take my time staring at the inside of my eyelids
Or I could spend my life writing a book about the things I did
It wouldn’t cost a dime to shut the blinds and stay inside
But I’m going broke every single night. Every fucking night

Take my portrait up in the clouds
It never did a thing for me on the ground
And let it never be pulled down
Let the height resound look at me now
In due time, I will decide
I will never set up to stand by
Will I decline? Will I surprise?
Will I surprise? Will I survive?

I know what nothing much can do
It’s awful how often a blank slate can bruise
If I don’t seem too amused
I’m focused on the calling light
The things I always knew I would pursue

It hasn’t rained for days again
And the sun and sun alone cannot
Prevent the wilted trees from caving in
I’ve been counting all the leaves I’m buried in
The trees I could’ve been, the scenes that could begin
And all the gold beneath my skin (that could’ve been x2)

I know what nothing much can do
It’s awful how often a blank slate can bruise
If I don’t seem too amused
I’m focused on the calling light
The things I always knew I would pursue
In a vessel going down without a crew
And if we die,
at least the flames will tell the tale of all the things that we’ve been through

I could stare, or I could write a book (x3)
I swear to you, I won’t be overlooked

It just seems too surreal
Holding onto things that would never appear
From outside of my head, and now it must be said
That trails I left behind have never been so far from coming to an end

I could stare, or I could write a book (x a lot)
I swear to you I won’t be overlooked

I know what nothing much can do
It’s awful just how often a blank slate can bruise
If I don’t seem too amused
I’m focused on the calling light
The things I always knew I would pursue
The things I always knew would lead to you