Somethin' Old

by Endlings

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released March 26, 2016

Music and lyrics by Daragh Wearen

Produced and mixed by Daragh Wearen

Vocals, guitars, bass guitar and keyboards by Daragh Wearen

Bass guitar on tracks 2 and 3 by Ole Martin Solberg

Drums by Amund Karlsen

Album art by Daragh Wearen

Album photography by Ole Martin Solberg

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Endlings Oslo, Norway

Endlings is an Irish/Norwegian indie rock band based in Oslo, Norway whose music echoes of 60's and 70's psychedelic rock and 80's alternative rock and pop music.

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Track Name: Somethin' Old
Try your best every day just to hide it.
It's no use. Even though you try to deny it.
Is there somethin' you want? You look at me as if I wasn't livin'.
What you want me to give, whatever it is, I can't give it.

Are we movin' way too fast? Or do we always turn up last?
Do we know which way to go? No, I don't think so.

I'm out of breath. All of my decisions, undecided.
I need a lift to somewhere I don't have to hide it.
Where are my friends? I thought that they were all invited.

Are we movin' way too fast? Or do we always turn up last?
Do we know which way to go? No, I don't think so.
Are we movin' way too fast? Or can we go back to somethin' old?
Track Name: Cosmic Cat
So many people look through my window.
Little do the know, I've nothing to show and all I wanna do is go.
Everythin' around me is movin' so slow.

My intentions are pure, and I wanna give you everythin',
but I'm quite poor. Honey I can't give what you want me to give.

I'm your cosmic cat.
I'm your cosmic cat.

I dream of being in my own space and time
where everythin' I own is mine.

My intentions are pure, and I wanna give you everythin',
but I'm quite poor. Honey I can't give what you want me to give.

I'm your cosmic cat.
I'm your cosmic cat.
I'm your cosmic cat.
I'm your cosmic cat.
Track Name: Numb
Take the long way home
just to think on your own.
Please say it ain't so.
Does it show? I don't know.

Don't let no one tell you who you are.
Try your best and some day you'll go far.

I can't be bought, but I can be sold.
I am so young, but I feel so old.
I think a lot about things I've done,
and as I reflect I feel oh so numb.

And all these words flung in my face,
disappear completely, without a trace.

I can't be bought, but I can be sold.
I am so young, but I feel so old.
I think a lot about things I've done,
and as I reflect I feel oh so numb.

I never take your advice.
You never look at me twice.
Track Name: Solitude
We make sounds with our mouths, but we don't know what they mean.
We're home all day, but we're never to be seen.
We stumble, and we tumble, and we walk till we fall.
We learn to see, we learned nothin' at all.
We smoke it, we toke it, we live in a shell.
We fill up, we break up and we try to rebuild.

Wanderin' around in search of solitude.
Oh please be still. Redemption will come to you.
Wanderin' around in search of solitude.
Oh please be still. Redemption will come to you.

I can feel it comin' now. There's no denyin' the road that we're on.
You can feel yourself gettin' old, and you know you're soul is sold.
The days when we used to play are long gone now.

Wanderin' around in search of solitude.
Oh please be still. Redemption will come to you.
Wanderin' around in search of solitude.
Oh please be still. Redemption will come to you.

Wanderin' around in search of solitude.
Oh please be still. Redemption will come to you.
Track Name: Tie Your Shoes
You've lost your innocence and all,
and now you sit at home and bang your head against the wall.
You are a big boy now, and she's everyone's toy, everyone's toy.

We've turned our backs to the sun,
and now all we want is a little bit of fun.
Too much sweetness will rot your teeth,
too much sorrow will bury you beneath.

The weekend is comin' fast,
and it won't stay for long.
We'll get drunk, and nearly get stabbed on the bus home.

You'd better listen to your mother now, or you'll end up in a hole.
Tie your shoes, or you'll trip, rip a hole in your soul.