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Canvas

by Lower Lands

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04:19

credits

released 10 June 2013
A big thanks to -
Neil Kennedy at The Ranch for engineering, co-producing & mixing the record.
Jim, Joe & Wil for helping out in the studio.
Pete Maher for mastering.
Lew from Nai Harvest for the art.
I Am Mighty for putting it out.
Whoever is reading this and listening to the record.

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Track Name: Canvas
It started 4 friends in a basement
Writing the songs we wanna hear
The things we've done, we've overcome
Some battles lost, some battles won
A lot can happen in 2 years

This is the calm before the storm
Although we've got a lot of road left to run
Our wallet's getting thinner but at least we're having fun

So many friends, so many cities
But we're always out of time
Roll up to another show, another town
Another venue closing down
Still we take it in our stride

The road is long, but we stand tall
The greatest adventures all start out small
The road is long but we stand tall
We set ourselves up for the best kind of fall
Track Name: Eat The Rich
Why not try listening to me instead of waiting for your turn to speak
Contrived yet so contented, so why can't you answer me?
Tell me how do you sleep
On foundations that lack beliefs
Do you get through the week
Without stepping on somebody's feet

What's your worth?
Did you sell the earth?

They're quick to promise these days and quicker to forget
They'll all do something for you, if you just smile for them
And at the end of the day, what is there left to gain?
When you've got all you have without using your brain

When money's mixed up with love and art's an afterthought
The best intentions can be locked up, gift-wrapped and bought
It's the thought that counts
When your money holds no bounds
Step back, look around
You'll be forever missing something

Sell your soul
For girls and gold
Track Name: Line Check
It's cold this morning
We're all tired and it's still dark outside
Load up the van, can't feel our hands
Long drives through far and foreign lands

We're all fucking starving
and we're not getting fed tonight
Running behind, but we don't mind
We've never felt so alive

When I was growing up
This life was just a daydream
But now we're sleeping rough
And I wouldn't give it up

Happiest we've ever been
Out here
We've found ourselves just

Driving through the day
We've got a show to play
We're already hours late

People waiting now
Is it worth the price they paid?
As I step on to the stage
I think I'm ready to break

Enough's never enough
We're always looking forward
Although this life is tough
Time is on our side

Seen things you'll never see
Out here
We find ourselves just

This is the life we chose
Although it's never easy
I'd rather be right here
Than back at home believe me

10 more days to go
We're not going home
Till we're fucking done
Track Name: Wasted Youth
Come out tonight and see for yourself the shame sitting on the shelf
Go home tonight and if you make it out, you'll be alright

Older now, the man in the mirror's getting
Louder now, you can't ignore
Faster now, the days on the calendar are
Crosses marked and nothing more

And is that all this ever meant to you?
Drink it down just to see the day through
And in the end the pills will swallow you
And you'll be consumed
When you're alone I know you know it's true
You won't escape to your somewhere new
Because mediocrity will follow you
Whatever you do, I know that you'll lose

Ignore your goals, concede your own
You've sprouted wings but never flown
You watched your friends all leaving home
And what have you got to show?

Oh yeah, do you know
your wasted potential has cost your credentials you know
Oh yeah, do you know
It's such a harsh truth but you're wasting your youth
With the wasted youth

Yeah you know
Track Name: Parasite
Did we get through to you?
You've got a point of view and a point to prove
So cross over this line
and bit off more than you can chew this time

So prove you're right
You parasite
Writing music's not a fucking crime
We've all been over this a thousand times

there's a reason why
this chance has passed you by
You're quick to criticize
Is this worth a moment of your time?

Forced out of our own skin
Your one word arguments are wearing thin
Don't be afraid to speak your mind
If you can back up all the faults you find

Over your head, you might realise
Music's not dead, but you can't keep it alive
When effort goes unnoticed, gets dismissed by
People you used to respect

Now then, what makes you think you decide
The music we write?
Show me your songs, show me your inspiration
Where's your motivation?
Oh yeah, that's right...