Lower Places
by Nikki Sue & The Bad News
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Lower Places
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Pamphleteer
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It Was A Friday
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Maps
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Hell To Pay
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credits
released 23 March 2012
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Female fronted indie rock with a country twist!
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Mar 2013 -
Mar 2012 -
May 2011
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- Track Name: Lower Places
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We deal in lower places
So we hide behind our summer sheets
We deal with kings & aces
But we fold our hands down quietly
We'll move mountains that consume
The illumination of the room
Close the windows, kill the breeze
There is nothing here for you to see
We deal at steady paces
So we push & pull towards one desire
But only in secret places
Where no one can see us light the fire
There's no room for this to grow
If we never let nobody know
Beyond the confines of this place
Oh the silhouettes will plead their case
No, no one will ever know.
We deal in warm embraces
Of a love that's bound between the lines
We feel in upper cases
But erase the letters just in time
So I'll hide away my smile
For we only have a little while
Find shelter in the night
But it falls apart with morning light - Track Name: Pamphleteer
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Through the broken window and I can't see clear
It's cracked and it's forgotten like nobody lives here
So take your dirty dishes throw them right off of the pier
But leave your pen and paper cuz I'm just a pamphleteer
Hanging out in hallways winding up and winding down
Sitting up on rooftops in this quiet little town
Every time I try to speak oh it doesn't make a sound
This pamphleteer ain't staying no I cannot stick around.
Wanna live together or do you think you'd rather die
What do you think happens far beyond the stars and sky
Think that it's OK to tell a tiny little lie
You can say I'll never know but you can't say I didn't try
A broken wing is something that is easy to acquire
When we get to talking oh I'm hung out on a wire
A river flowing freely is a sight that I admire
This pamphleteer would love to set her papers all on fire - Track Name: It Was A Friday
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It was a Friday I remember
It was the first one in September
This is back when I had forgotten
To come up for air
And the sidewalk filled with people
Didn't feel like their equal
And the language they were speaking
Was unfamiliar to me
Everyone off vacation come back from train stations
And airports and freeways but I stayed home all year
But on this day it was different
All the world seemed to repent
For the practical jokes it'd been playing on me
I was glad that I made it
To this momentous occasion
Where the clouds parted ways and
The sun shined down on me
And I took a small step back unsure how to react
To the possible lightness that was ahead of me
I'd like to believe it's all changing for me
But that is a rather large task
So I'll move with the tide and wait out the ride
I have just one question to ask you so... - Track Name: Maps
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I've got a home that I can't call my own
There's somewhere I'd rather be
And it's anywhere but here.
When I lay my head down in the grass
It's better than you'd think
Maybe I can sleep tonight.
Well I've been to Chicago and I've been
To Portland and I've been
To Los Angeles I've been
Well I've been to Austin and I've been
To Boston and I've been
To New York and I've been
Skip stones in river banks
Dig coins from wishing wells
Push pins in fold up paper maps
Keep stubs from tickets
Polaroids to keep it just like this
In a box up on the shelf
Well I've been to Chicago and I've been
To Portland and I've been
To Los Angeles I've been
Well I've been to Austin and I've been
To Boston and I've been
To New York and I've been
Key cards to turn on all the lights
No stove to cook a meal
There's a gym right down the hall
Oh there's art
Oh it's hung up on the wall
Is it even art at all
If it's everywhere you go
Well I've been to Chicago and I've been
To Portland and I've been
To Los Angeles I've been
Well I've been to Austin and I've been
To Boston and I've been
To New York and I've been
I got a home that I can't call my own
There's somewhere I'd rather be
And maybe that's with you
And if I take the right steps
It'll burn the soles from my shoes
Maybe I can feel the ground
Well I've been to Chicago and I've been
To Portland and I've been
To Los Angeles I've been
Well I've been to Austin and I've been
To Boston and I've been
To New York and I've been - Track Name: The Last You Hear From Me
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We could start a fire with our
Hands behind our backs
It's happened so many times before
I'm starting to lose track
You're a repeat offender I'm a mislead contender
It's the calm before the storm
There's just one thing that you should know
I ain't the weather keeping you warm
You can't reach me when my phone is
Sitting off the hook
You can't read me when I've torn the
Pages out the book
Now I see how you've changed the script
And I don't wanna be on your sinking ship
So this will be the last you hear from me
This will be the last you hear from me
This will be the last
We could start a fire without
Turning on the lights
Time and time and time again
You're wronging all my rights
You're a repeat offender I'm a mislead contender
It's the calm before the storm
There's just one thing
That you should know
I ain't the weather keeping you warm
You can't reach me when my phone is
Sitting off the hook
You can't read me when I've torn the
Pages out the book
Now I see how you've changed the script
And I don't wanna be on your sinking ship
So this will be the last you hear from me
This will be the last you hear from me
This will be the last - Track Name: Hell To Pay
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Stealing the breath straight from your chest out of your lungs
What's your request, a final song
Would you mind if I sing along
Sharpen up my teeth and pull my tricks right from my sleeve
There's hell to pay
Where the offense is won't you let the great axe fall
We're closing chapters after all
We're in the business of curtain calls
And if you don't behave oh you'll have one foot in the grave
There's hell to pay
Let the light in just a little longer
To make sure there has not been a mistake
Examine you from every ugly corner
Before you're off to bend to burn to break
Cross the line I've drawn into weathered sand
Pull the tidings from my hands
And then you fail to meet demands
Soon you'll know there's hell to pay
Cold calculations did I break your concentration
If you get out what you give
Well surely you've no will to live
Soon you'll know
There's hell to pay
Let the light in just a little longer
To make sure there has not been a mistake
Examine you from every ugly corner
Before you're off to bend to burn to break
I'll be the voice that you cannot shake from your head
I'll crack the ice on which you tread
I'll speak the words you want unsaid
Well heaven help me now
Cuz I have sworn and I've avowed
There's hell to pay
I'll be the eyes that you feel on you in the dark
I'll be the unrelenting spark
And I never miss my mark
So say your last farewell
And oh make sure you do it well
There's hell to pay
Let the light in just a little longer
To make sure there has not been a mistake
Examine you from every ugly corner
Before you're off to bend to burn to break
