Sleep Talk
from Sleep Talk EP by Signals.
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I'm a total Bohemian when it comes to talking technicalities in music. I know I like shit that's different, where the musician actually needs to try and do something new. These guys try. They even share some bits in common with progressive metal.
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Physical Album (7" Vinyl & Card Wallet)
Record/Vinyl + Digital AlbumFirst pressing 7" vinyl record, edition of 250.
Includes A-Side 'Sleep Talk' & B-Side 'Sleep Talk II'.
Includes unlimited streaming of Sleep Talk EP via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.Download available in 16-bit/44.1kHz.Sold Out
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Physical Album (CD & Card Digipak)
Compact Disc (CD) + Digital AlbumDream concept card digipak EP with Kickstarter donation credits.
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lyrics
Am I working up your appetite? You're not used to working so hard for what you want. And i'm not afraid to tell you that I won't abide by your rules to smoke it out, sweat it out, shake it off, and go without.
Because i'm getting used to not having you around. Once i'd commit like the pull of a trigger, be by your side at the click of your finger, but i'm older now.
(I am older now).
You're in a cold sweat, i'm stone-cold sober. You're just cold inside, and this is over.
You're in a cold sweat, i'm stone-cold sober. You need a place to hide, a four-leaf clover.
You've got this chip on your shoulder (forget it, forget it) the weight of your world.
Don't let it take over, and call me when you get home.
This isn't for my benefit, there is a personal space grinding me down. And our eyes are running red raw from the things we said, even through walls, we built them all, a get-out clause, sleeping on floors.
I don't, I don't like it, how you speak to me in the dark. I don't, I don't, want it, living quite callus, living it large.
You're in a cold sweat, i'm stone-cold sober. You're just cold inside, and this is over.
You're in a cold sweat, i'm stone-cold sober. You need a place to hide, a four-leaf clover.
You've got this chip on your shoulder (forget it, forget it), the weight of your world.
Don't let it take over, and call me when you get home.
You've got this chip on your shoulder (forget it, forget it), the weight of your world.
Don't let it take over, and call me when you get home.
You've been talking in your sleep (badabadaba)
Paper trails amongst the trees (badabadaba)
But let's, forget it, forget it, badabadaba.
Forget it, forget it, badabadaba
Forget it, forget it, badabadaba
Forget it, forget it, badabadaba
You've got this chip on your shoulder (forget it, forget it), the weight of your world.
Don't let it take over, and call me when you get home, home.
Because i'm getting used to not having you around. Once i'd commit like the pull of a trigger, be by your side at the click of your finger, but i'm older now.
(I am older now).
You're in a cold sweat, i'm stone-cold sober. You're just cold inside, and this is over.
You're in a cold sweat, i'm stone-cold sober. You need a place to hide, a four-leaf clover.
You've got this chip on your shoulder (forget it, forget it) the weight of your world.
Don't let it take over, and call me when you get home.
This isn't for my benefit, there is a personal space grinding me down. And our eyes are running red raw from the things we said, even through walls, we built them all, a get-out clause, sleeping on floors.
I don't, I don't like it, how you speak to me in the dark. I don't, I don't, want it, living quite callus, living it large.
You're in a cold sweat, i'm stone-cold sober. You're just cold inside, and this is over.
You're in a cold sweat, i'm stone-cold sober. You need a place to hide, a four-leaf clover.
You've got this chip on your shoulder (forget it, forget it), the weight of your world.
Don't let it take over, and call me when you get home.
You've got this chip on your shoulder (forget it, forget it), the weight of your world.
Don't let it take over, and call me when you get home.
You've been talking in your sleep (badabadaba)
Paper trails amongst the trees (badabadaba)
But let's, forget it, forget it, badabadaba.
Forget it, forget it, badabadaba
Forget it, forget it, badabadaba
Forget it, forget it, badabadaba
You've got this chip on your shoulder (forget it, forget it), the weight of your world.
Don't let it take over, and call me when you get home, home.
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from Sleep Talk EP,
released June 11, 2014
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