From The Ground Up

by Fell Into Yesterday

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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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Track Name: From the Ground Up
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.
Track Name: Glass Half Full of Whiskey and Tears
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.
Track Name: Charlie Work
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.
Track Name: These Northeast Winters
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.
Track Name: R2
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.
Track Name: Service Industry Nights
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.
Track Name: Paddle Out
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.