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From The Ground Up

by Fell Into Yesterday

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1.
We started in a basement in Bridesburg and in this backyard Now we're tearing down stages in basements and bars. So maybe we'll make it, or maybe we can't But I'd say we're happy just taking the chance. The best things are built from the ground up And we're trying to prove it If something gets in our way We'll fucking move it.
2.
I lost a good fifteen pounds on my last trip home And only my grandparents even knew that I was gone We went coast to coast on four and a half wheels With cheap beer and cigarettes as two of our three meals I took a line from your break up speech and I turned it into a new one liner The waitress laughed right in my face when I tried it on her at the highway diner Now I may say I miss you, but it doesn't mean I want you back So tell your petty friends that there's no point in talking smack Cause at least without you I have something to write about And at least without you I have something to cry about It might take some getting use to, knowing that you're gone But without your inspiration how could I write these cliche songs? I've been trying to see the positives of not having you around Your hair can't clog up my sink, your shit's not on the ground When I sprawl out in my bed there seems to be so much more of it My bedroom seems so empty now, and that's the way I've always loved it Maybe now I'll have some time, to practice with my band I'll write some songs and get through this any way I can And so to get over you I'll buy myself a case of beer My good buddy Jack Daniels always says the things I need to hear Cause at least without you I have something to write about And at least without you I have something to cry about It might take some getting used to knowing that you're gone But without your inspiration how could I write these cliche songs Just in case you're wondering, I might be stopping by tonight My drunk self has been pondering letting you back in my life My sober eyes don't argue, see you've always been a sight My broken heart just hopes to God that I'm to drunk to drive.
3.
Charlie Work 03:33
Here I am at a dead end Habits to break no will to bend My life in shambles So hard to handle I can't keep giving in With so much loss I need a win Left here breathless So young and reckless Now everyone can see What's become of me With so much to say I can't fade away I'm on my soap box again And no one is listening To what I'm saying this time I just need a friend Or a helping hand Someone to fall in line Well here I am at a dead end Habits to break no will to bend My life in shambles So hard to handle Full circles come at a price And I've already paid that twice No good at changing Or rearranging Now I can't even see What's become of me Through my biggest fear I'll keep screaming here I'm on my soapbox again And no one is listening To what I'm saying this time I just need a friend Or a helping hand Someone to fall in line Now fucking fall in line I'm on my soapbox again And no one is listening To what I'm saying this time I just need a friend Or a helping hand Someone to fall in line.
4.
It's Tuesday afternoon I wake up with inches on the ground I'm watching cars drive past turning white snow brown This city used to look like a wonder land on these winter days Now it's like the northeast laughs at me and Philly slaps me in the face It's Tuesday afternoon and my door is frozen shut But I'll head out in shorts and sneakers like I'm a fucking nut This weather never bothered me before so I'll light up a smoke Head to the store to grab some beer for this northeast's latest joke. So I'll dig out my car and I'll hit the road Cause I've got shit to do and places to go I stayed up to late last night drinking, I thought there wouldn't be work Now I'm headed in half passed out feeling like a fucking jerk I made an accidental snow angel when my feet slipped out from underneath My clothes are soaked and half frozen like the heart inside of me So I'll dig out my car and I'll hit the road Cause I've got shit to do and places to go And I'll end up at the bar, I'll take this night slow Cause I'm a grown ass man, I can brave the snow. Well I've given this fucking city everything I have When the snow falls and I work up the balls to walk down to Frankford Ave I'll dig out my car and I'll hit the road Cause I've got shit to do and places to go And I'll end up at the bar, I'll take this night slow I'm a grown ass man I can brave the snow I'll dig out my car. But I'm not fucking going anywhere.
5.
R2 04:12
It bothers me that you're so concerned With making what you do match what you earn. This friendship's not what you deserve And I think that it's time that you learned That doing nice things in front of my eyes Doesn't excuse what you say behind my back And I'd rather be on the move than Always on the attack. When the train hits your body, it'll just keep moving When I leave you behind me, I'll just keep moving So get on the train, not in front of it I cut you out so cut the shit Stop living so blindly, and just keep moving. It bothers me that you'll never see What your stupid shit has done to me I used to have such empathy, Now all I feel is apathy. I gave you chances, you fucked them up I gave you shots and they slipped by I gave you time that I can't get back Now I don't want to even try When the train hits your body, it'll just keep moving When I leave you behind me, I'll just keep moving So get on the train, not in front of it I cut you out so cut the shit Stop living so blindly, and just keep moving. There was a time that we used to be friends I'm not sorry to say that time has come to an end. So get off the tracks or don't. I could care but I won't. Just keep moving.
6.
I'm lit like a cigarette, swinging like a bat With four knuckles busted and two eyes black I'm not backing down, gonna stand my ground I'll show you who runs this town. We live as bartenders, cashiers, and waiters We stay up late and we sleep in later We live our lives, we know what's right Closing down bars on Wednesday night Overworked and smashed Wasted and tapped We find ourselves here again But at least it's always with our friends. Well I'm lit like a cigarette, swinging like a bat With four knuckles busted and two eyes black I'm not backing down, gonna stand my ground I'll show you who runs this town. In all honesty, you've never given us a second thought. We're the silent soldiers, the unsung heroes Gave you everything you've bought And honestly, regardless of what you're taught We're not cowards, we're not failures This is the life we sought. Overworked and smashed Wasted and tapped We find ourselves here again But at least it's always with our friends. Well I'm lit like a cigarette, swinging like a bat With four knuckles busted and two eyes black, I'm not backing down, gonna stand my ground I'll show you who runs this town. Lit like a cigarette, swinging like a bat Split in my chin and two lips fat I'm not giving up, not giving up, no. Not giving up, not giving up, no. Not giving up, not giving up, no. Not giving up, not giving up.
7.
Paddle Out 04:18
A year ago today, I heard you were gone. I didn't know what to say, I found out the hard way. I'm up at 8 AM with a fraction of a plan. Gotta hop a train to Jersey. You know I fucking hate New Jersey. We got our beers, we got our boards, How could we even ask for more? We got the sky, we got the sand. I got your ashes in my hands. And as the waves crash over me, I wish that it was myself being buried at sea. We paddle out in the ocean blue That's where we say goodbye to you. We gathered on the beach, all your family and your friends. With tears in our eyes, we say our goodbyes. A cloudy fucking day, weather to suit a mood. We all try to calm down, this fucking Jersey shore town. We got our beers, we got our boards, How could we even ask for more? We got the sky, we got the sand, I got your ashes in my hands. And as the waves crash over me, I wish that it was myself being buried at sea. We paddle out in the ocean blue, That's where we say goodbye to you. I never thought I'd lose you Far to young, way to soon. And I'd give up anything To bring you back, back to me.

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The debut EP from Fell Into Yesterday is seven track album featuring their first two singles, Charlie Work and Service Industry Nights, and many more. Written over the course of 2015, with over a year of work into the production of this album, it was finally ready for a digital and physical release in April of 2016

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released April 23, 2016

Written and Recorded by Fell Into Yesterday
Mixed and Mastered by Danny and DJ Kirk at Notlit Studio
Album Art by Sarah Ganek

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