Don't Cheer Up

by itoldyouiwouldeatyou

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Released on Rose Coloured Records. Follow the link below to RC's Bandcamp page to download (name your price).

rosecolouredrecords.bandcamp.com/album/dont-cheer-up

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released September 16, 2015

All songs by itoldyouiwouldeatyou
Lyrics by Joseph Ashworth
Recorded and mixed by Thom Ashworth at Opus

Cover model: Jemima Hildick-Smith
Photo credit: Ollie Murphy

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itoldyouiwouldeatyou London, UK

Indie-punk/emo from London and places nearby.
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Track Name: For Starters
The weather scares me, and you were hanging with our friends while I was working. That’s a fact I can’t resent. Now all that I need is a few too many drinks for you to like me, for when I’d rather not think. I’m easily led, but I’ve been led by the best. I’m never quite spent. I’m finished waiting for the rest. And I’m just saying – if you want to, I’m still here. Never consenting, but I’ll consent when you appear. The weather scares me, and you were hanging with our friends while I was drinking. That’s a fact I can’t resent.

Right now Jack is with his better friends. I’ve had enough, I think it’s time for bed. If I stare at razors and I stare at men, will I be stuck repeating this?
Track Name: All Unwritten Classics
I would not contact you, til I’d written a modern classic. Because it’s fantastic, you’d hear from your friends. I would not contact you (although I’ll be honest your text delayed it), like you’d believe I was coming for you.

Vodka coke, I pretended that I could smoke, built up the courage to drink alone, confused and at it again. Vodka copes. I always offer to walk you home, it’s a horrible cliché but (just once) I actually did.

Alright, ok. I’d never say this to you, it’s not the same. You never keep it up when you’re gone. Alright, ok. Another miserable view, I reject blame. It’s me who keeps it up. You’re gone.

Vodka coke, I pretended that I could smoke, built up the courage to drink alone, confused and at it again. Vodka copes. I always offer to walk you home, it’s a horrible cliché but (just once) I actually did.

All Unwritten Classics start with you.
Track Name: Learning from American Mistakes
It’s my very first time and no, I’m not scared. You’re the only one I ever wanted. So kill me and try to erase me; I’d like to see you try. Bloodied, I scramble to safety, vampiric in design.

It’s my very first time and no, I’m not scared. You’re the only one I ever wanted. So kill me and try to pretend I didn’t see you die. Free, we were chained to each other, living out the lie.

It’s my very first time.
Track Name: Asking Directions
I wince like a dimming light. I fuck like a second prize. I lie. I stay your type. I’m the cradle to your grave, I’m the smile wiped of your face. I hate to explain.

I’m not surprised, you’ve gone further. I drank tonight and still got nervous. Oh God, you’re just fine.

You deserve a better man, who does as little as he can. Who is soft and far from in demand. You’ll meet all of my new friends. You’re honestly not confusing them, but I hope I am.

I’m not surprised, you’ve gone further. I drank tonight and still got nervous. Oh God, you’re just fine.

You don’t mind - it’s your own time you’re wasting.
Track Name: Word & Object
I am leaving for a year and you don’t care. You don’t like me like you did when you were drunk. So I’ve been drinking, just to see why you might like me. But I am not succinct – I am a wasted liar.

I was a fat baby Buddha, stuck crying in the shower, no friends to leave behind. You don’t talk, you don’t walk, you don’t move, you don’t think like you thought you could. You were a fat little prick stuck crying in the shower, no friends to leave behind. I am not here to redeem myself, I’m here to stay alive.

Morrissey would never put me on the cover of a record, I’m too big. Morrissey would never put you on the cover of a record, you’re too sweet. There’s a way to read without the book you lost, there’s a way friend who’s got the one you think you want, there’s a way to read without the books you sold. There’s your friend who’s stuck inside the body of the man you thought you’d never…

I was a fat baby Buddha, stuck crying in the shower, no friends to leave behind. You don’t talk, you don’t walk, you don’t move, you don’t think like you thought you could. You were a fat little prick stuck crying in the shower, no friends to leave behind. I am not here to redeem myself, I’m here to stay alive.

You lie, right?