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Be In Love​/​Don't Die Alone

by Friends In America

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Kyle Huntington
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Kyle Huntington As a long time fan, hearing one of my favourite bands in the world continue to evolve, progress and flourish is a true pleasure. Hamish's production techniques and musical layering improves at an alarming rate and Matthew advances as one of my favourite lyricists. Dream team duo. Favorite track: Souvenir.
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Tylor I found Friends in America a few months after visiting Glasgow, and I love them because listening to them always takes me back to that experience. Their music is beautiful to listen to and I really enjoy the lyrical content and style. Favorite track: Souvenir.
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1.
Bad Pint 04:18
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
2.
Souvenir 03:37
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
3.
You Are 03:50
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
4.
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...
5.
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
6.
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?
7.
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
8.
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
9.
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
10.
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?
11.
Scruffy 03:20
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

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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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