Runaway

by How Low ?

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released December 1, 2015

Recorded, mixed and produced by Franck Beucher at Studio 404 (Blois, FR).
Mastered by Sébastien Bedrunes at Empty Fields Room (Orléans, FR).

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Track Name: Clown
I'm tired to play, I make believe, I feel distracted
Even clowns cry and I'm a depressed one
I'm feeling blue
Everything's boring to me

No I can't hide all my troubles just behind one smile
Even clowns cry and I'm a depressed one
I'm feeling blue
Everything's boring to me

I weigh up pros and cons everyday but cowardice prevents to runaway

If you runaway, if you come away, I'll follow you headlong
Track Name: Kids
I come from mixed blood town
We didn't burn any car
We prefered to play soccer on the supermarket wall

While our moms were cleaning their house
My school friend's parents didn't want to let their kids play with us

Our family trees only had one or two stages at most
So we were mixed blood kids playing inside their stairwell

While our moms were cleaning their house
My school friend's parents didn't want to let their kids play with us

We were well mannered charwoman's kids
We should burn their cars to avenge our moms
Track Name: Pretty Like My Mom
Nice to meet you Rachel, you like pretty like my mom
Your brown hair is typical of the early 80s
Sigmund's talking about Oedipus Complex
I'm talking about love

No, I'm not impressed
Just born in the wrong decade without you

She reminds me of my mom, dancing in front of the mirror
Singing out of tune
Totally-totally out of tune
Holding the remote control as a microphone
Mom's a post punk cyclone

No, I'm not impressed
Just born in the wrong decade without you

I found your profile on Facebook, I tried to add you as a friend
I told you I was huge fan of you, Luna Parker, but you never answer
Track Name: Blurred
I'm holding visors in my hand, cutting parts of photographs
The first few times blurred by my tears
And now there is no way to call him mine

How can I deal with the memories ?
Destroyed by shame and disgust
The first few times, soccers and beers
And now there is no way to call hime mine
Track Name: Stories
Your eyes suggest the hottest scenes ans Yelle a walk for is enough
Holding your hand as a naive child
Maybe that's enough

Your eyes are telling stories and blowing my mind
Nothing else matters to me

I hear your voice, I read your words, everything become secondary
You bring me back to my ten years old
Only you can stop my fall

Your eyes are telling stories and blowing my mind
Nothing else matters to me
Track Name: Sandcastle
I make posters during the day and I tear them down at night
I'm creating all what I hate
I'm a schizophrenic worker

I don't know why I wake up in the morning
Only coffee hold me up
And I'm such a killjoy
There's no logo for my guiltiness

Anxiety get the upper hand
I will replace love by pills
I throw away my alarm clock
I only have plans for tonight

I don't know why I wake up in the morning
Only coffee hold me up
And I'm such a killjoy
There's no logo for my guiltiness

I'm still building and destroying my own sandcastle
Track Name: Flatline
I'm tired and poisoned by my glum daily routine
I'm looking for a reason to stay here
EEG Flatline shows no activity
And my heart, my brain and my mind fall asleep

I'm so fed up so I won't comeback tomorrow

Colleagues plays the challenges I never play their game
Still coating the minutes left, I'm killing time
EEG Flatline shows no activity
And my heart, my brain and my mind fall asleep

I'm so fed up so I won't comeback tomorrow
Track Name: On the Cloud
I've checked my phone all night
Waiting for you text me back
Feeling left to myself
You were a candle flame
I couldn't keep out the wind
To blind to deserve you

Hold a space for me on the cloud we shared

Lost and shut-in in my room
I still search for your neck
Your perfume on my sheets
I've not find the right words
There's no happy ending
Cynical life lesson

Hold a space for me on the cloud we shared
Track Name: Stop the Machine
City's sleeping this sunday morning
Streets are empty and I walk alone
So I beg to slow down this moment
So I beg silence to carry on

One day a week this no SOS
One thousand reasons not to work

Stop the machine, shut the office door
Stop the race to productivism
Enjoy and listen the silence's breath
Enjoy and take your time to think

One day a week this no SOS
One thousand reasons not to work

All the streets are empty
Feel poetry
Track Name: Paranoid
I'm living with an imaginary pain, ghost of my memories
That's what they said with their fakes comforting smiles
One day I'll strangle one
I feel the fire spreading inside
Burning my paper lung
It's like an arrow shooting me in the chest
Hitting randomly

I'm feeling so paranoid

I'm living with an imaginary pain, ghost of my memories
That's what they said with their fakes comforting smiles
One day I'll choke myself
And when it stops me it's like a heart attack
A sword of damocles
I try to argue and to convince myself to clear all in my head

I'm feeling so paranoid