Be In Love​/​Don't Die Alone

by Friends In America

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A compilation cassette containing our Be In Love EP, as well as live sessions and B-sides. Limited to 50 tapes.

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released November 10, 2016

Matthew Rawlings - vocals, lyrics (except on tracks 4, 5 of side A), guitar
Hamish Black - guitar, backing vocals, synth, programming, orchestration
Grant Donaldson - drums on Scruffy
Nicholas McManus - backing vocals on Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want

Recorded, mixed and mastered by Hamish Black at Big Time Glasgow Studios (Hamish's bedroom).

Art and design by Stephen Alcala

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Friends In America Glasgow, UK

Friends In America is Matthew Rawlings (vocals, lyrics, guitar) and Hamish Black (guitar, production, instrumentation). Musical soulmates and (figurative) brothers since 2010.

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Track Name: Bad Pint
A husk of an adult, a shambling semaphore
The broken ballet of a life I never counted on
I swear to fill silence, yeah, I curse when I’m nervous
Slipping four letter words into frank conversations
Catalogue the self loathing, archive and acknowledge
Where I thought I’d wind up in my autumnal twenties
Versus bottom lip quivering pleas to my parents
If I’d not rolled around would the world be any different?
I don’t know...
A husk of an adult, a shadow cartographer
Coat-check the clichés I’ve grown over reliant on
I fold up the distance, introvert when I’m anxious
Petrol bomb my beliefs with some frank conversations

Catalogue the self loathing, archive and acknowledge
Where I thought I’d wind up in my autumnal twenties
Versus bottom lip quivering pleas to my parents
If I’d not rolled around would the world be any different?

I don’t know...no, not at all
All I ask is that you leave before I lose you
Circumnavigate your grace as I stow away in the weather beaten doldrums
of apathy and your forgiveness
All I ask is that you walk the other way
All I ask is that you leave before I lose you
Track Name: Souvenir
Smiles becoming laughs
All talk of tigers paws and the necks of giraffes
It's all just family traits and motorways
Service station coffee breaks divorcing my shadows from their silhouettes

I won't lie tonight
I'll shake off all my growing older
Tonight

A beer can by my bed
Flecked with ash, don't ever ask me how it got there
It's all a life away from my troubled teens
Slumped outside a library and flicking coins at every car that passed

Now there's no nostalgia left that could ever lead me back

I won't lie tonight
I'll shake off all my growing older
Tonight
Track Name: You Are
Buttercups all around
In ampersands right where I found you
Crying your eyes out, losing the war

Shuffling slipper feet
Trying to hard not to sing but my smile cracks your surface
And you break into song

You poured all your soul into me
Left your toothbrush right next to my sink
From that moment forward
I knew I might love you too much

Fossils and rocks
Dusted on up by the dirt of cantankerous back roads
And an un-tuned guitar

You were a shimmer in my dark
A brief flicker and you were gone
Now I need you to come back, my doors still ajar

I poured myself into a drink
Caught your specter there just haunting my porch
Pleading, "You're better than this, you're better than this..."
"You're better than this, you're better than this..."

Now as my stomach's stitch travels up towards my chest
I feel close to death, but I'll never admit
That I'm better than that, and we're better than this
Track Name: Peach Plum Pear (Joanna Newsom Cover)
We speak in the store
I'm a sensitive bore
You seem markedly more
And I'm oozing surprise

But it's late in the day
And you're well on your way
What was golden went gray
And I'm suddenly shy

And the gathering floozies
Afford to be choosy
And all sneezing darkly
In the dimming divide

And I have read the right books
To interpret your looks
You were knocking me down
With the palm of your eye

This was unlike the story
It was written to be
I was riding its back
When it used to ride me

And we were galloping manic
To the mouth of the source
We were swallowing panic
In the face of its force

And I am blue
I am blue and unwell
Made me bolt like a horse

Now it's done
Watch it go
You've changed some
water runs from the snow

Am I so dear?
Do I run rare?
And you've changed some
Peach, plum, pear...
Peach, plum...
Track Name: Grow Old With You (From 'The Wedding Singer')
I wanna make you smile whenever you're sad
Carry you around when your arthritis is bad
All I wanna do is grow old with you

I'll get your medicine when your tummy aches
Build you a fire if the furnace breaks
Oh it could be so nice, growing old with you

I'll miss you
Kiss you
Give you my coat when you are cold

Need you
Feed you
Even let ya hold the remote control

So let me do the dishes in our kitchen sink
Put you to bed if you've had too much to drink
I could be the man who grows old with you
I wanna grow old with you
Track Name: Flat Tire (I Can Cope)
I cuss and cry uncle, with keys between knuckles
The dark is just sex and sounds of smashed bottles
I got my beliefs ground up by black teeth
I've got my surplus of nothing I need

I can cope

A pamphlet on how to side step the problem
The bubble wrap life of a glorified shadow
I got my stain glass consigned to the past
I've got my good days to blow dry the bad

Can I cope?
Track Name: Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want (Feat. Nicholas McManus)
Good times for a change
See, the luck I've had
Can make a good man
Turn bad

So please please please
Let me, let me, let me
Let me get what I want
This time

Haven't had a dream in a long time
See, the life I've had
Can make a good man bad
Track Name: Trailer Trash (Slightly Drunk)
Eating snow flakes with plastic forks
And a paper plate of course, you think of everything
Short love with a long divorce
And a couple of kids of course
They don't mean anything
Live in trailers with no class
goddamn I hope I can pass high school means nothing
Taking heartache with hard work
Goddamn I am such a jerk, I can't do anything
And I shout that you're all fakes
And you should have seen the look on your face
And I guess that's what it takes
When comparing your bellyaches
And it's been a long time
Which agrees with this watch of mine
And I guess that I miss you, and I'm sorry
if I dissed you
Track Name: I'm No Captain (Wickerman Session)
Retreat
The ballast that's balancing me
Is holding my heels to the concrete
With the tin can rattle of this old bus shelter I'm free
A bottle of clockwork and stream
Above the below's that keep calling,
"Crawl on past my feet"

I'll divvy up all my evenings with an ounce of change
Step outside when it rains
Run laughing through a fire escape
Pull out my lights and ask if they'll glow
In a room filled with nothing bad

Ba da da ba ba
Ba da da ba ba ba ba

Concede
The dust of your daily defeats
Sweep them under the rug where you'll find me
With the toe tap rhythms and this awful weather I'm free
A bundle of buttons and seams left to wait
While your world keeps on working.
Go on, work through your week

I'll divvy up all my evenings with an ounce of change
Step outside when it rains
Throw vodka in your mothers face
Pull out the lights and ask if they'll glow
In a room filled with nothing but...

I never said I was a captain
Yeah, I said that I'd quit smoking
I'm down to two a day
I'm dizzied up by little motions
And my table top's just covered in loose change
Some coffee rings and some markers I nicked from that place

I'll divvy up all my evenings with an ounce of change
Step outside when it rains
Fall forwards and land right on my faith

I grasp for light, and I'm asking you to shine but you say;
"No no no no no no...not today"
"You take the front door, and I'll go the other way"
"We've shone for months, go on and give me a couple of days"
Yeah, I love my life but I won't keep it in a cage

I never said I was a captain
Not today
Track Name: Gaffe (STV Session)
The wallpaper wilted and it caught the wind
Blew straight up and tore in half
Now the room stays still inside itself

I thumb through balled up yellow notes
A list of things I'll never need
I feel the night bend back my skin
So I bite my lip when I let it in

If you leave that's when I'll go

The chimney stack calls out a cough
It's black lung bark is getting worse
Stick figures are playing in my soot

Abandoned kitchen tops and chairs
A mouse trap laying wide awake
I washed my hands eight years ago
Of everything inside this "home".

If you leave that's when I'll go

Where can I go?
Track Name: Scruffy
A lamppost warped below the waist
Triage of flowers and selotape
Where windshield glass and license plates
Veered away and jumped the curb into the crowd

The phone explodes with panicked rings
A dozen desperate messages
Harsh unpredictability and winter glow
Now is really not the time

Wrapped up in Christmas lights
Scruffed up and reeling blind
Oh here I am, all camera shy
Wrapped up in Christmas lights

The scarlet hue of frozen cheeks
Fresh damp seeps into everything
A hum from these electric trees
Underscores the absent thrall of where we are

Commutes through ash and fresh debris
Familiar yawns of disbelief
That shudder through December streets
Hands once held, all at once pulled apart

Wrapped up in Christmas lights
Scruffed up and reeling blind
Here I am, all camera shy
Wrapped up in Christmas lights