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Where I Belong E​.​P.

by HARRY R. BROWN

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This world is gonna be The death of me And you Takes two To fly me to the moon This world is gonna be The end of us Takes two opinionated fools To think we're anything more than stardust In this world Every time I find the meaning of life They fucking change it You're the one thing keeping this weak heart strong baby Every time I find the meaning of life They fucking change it You're the one thing keeping this weak heart strong baby This world is gonna be The end of all that you hold dear I fear I'll be pleased to see you go No doubt the feeling's mutual It's all swings and roundabouts In this world Every time I find the meaning of life They fucking change it You're the one thing keeping this weak heart strong baby Every time I light the stars in your eyes They're looking through me You were the one thing keeping this weak heart strong baby Every time I find the meaning of life they.. Every time I light the stars in your eyes they're.. Every time I find the meaning of life they.. You were the one thing keeping this weak heart strong This world is gonna be This world is gonna be This world is gonna be The death of me
2.
Saw your little bastard son He was clearly on the run From something or someone. And the crowds they didn’t part They’ve never been that bold They just stood and stared as in times of old. So this is war, Ok I’ve got my facts real straight. I’m not like this, but I’ll play Close the ranks, fly the flags high drummer boys. Saw the setting of the sun Saw the pretty young ones Dance and prance to fight the humdrum. Saw your face across the crowd, Saw the blemish, saw the frown Braced myself to get dirty to get down. ‘Cos this is war, Ok I’ve got my facts real straight. I’m not like this, but I’ll play Close the ranks, fly the flags now drummer boys. So this is war, and I’ll slay All the love the gets in my way. I’m not like this, it’s who I became Close the ranks, fly the flags high drummer boys On your knees, you’ll find peace On your knees, you’ll find peace Get on your knees, you’ll find peace Get on your knees, if you want peace So this is war So this is war So this is war and I’ll slay all the love the gets in my way So this is war and I’ll slay all the love the gets in my way So this is war and I’ll slay all the love the gets in my way So this is war.
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By All Means 05:09
By all means we got everything we need We’re free, free to spend ou r money. By all means we got everything we need We’re free, free in mediocracy But everyone wants to be someone, when they’re young. Everyone wants to be someone, when they’re young. Don’t everyone want to be someone, when they’re young? Everyone wants to be someone, when they’re, when they’re young. You just dream of love and glory You got everything you need By all means. You’re still searching for the glory Wake up man that was just a dream You’re chasing ghosts By all means I got a grip and a college degree A job in the city, a flat screen TV and a decent price on therapy. By all means I got everything I need I’m free, free to spend my money By all means I would dream of love and glory You had everything I’d need By all means I’m still searching for the glory Holding fast to these beliefs Chasing dreams By all means Everyone wants to be someone, when they’re young. Everyone wants to be someone, when they’re young. Everyone wants to be someone, when they’re young. Everyone wants to be someone, when they’re young. Everyone wants to be someone, when they’re, when they’re young. Still searching for the glory Holding fast to these beliefs Chasing dreams By all means.
4.
Stanley was in love Said It’s a motherfuking ride, a motherfucking ride. The heart is for pumping blood Said It’s a scientific fact, a scientific fact. Stanley you’re on parade You’re all guts on display Your teeth are flashing bright red. You found your pride, splashed insides on the walls They can’t stand you around at all. Your spine no longer tingles Your body reluctant to jiggle Days come days go in these crowds You’re just another clown. If you can’t stand the company You might just be Stanley If you can’t feel the love in the trees You might just be Stanley If you can’t see the blood on the leaves You might just be Stanley If you want to be free Go kill..
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I finally found it, I finally found it It’s where I belong, it’s where I belong In the morning I wake, in the morning I wake In the morning it’s gone, in the morning The meaning, the feeling The sense that anybody gives a shit about that shit you’re believing in As you scrape the bottom of that useless brain in vain Loosen up Buy some stuff Buckle up The world is fucked I finally found it, I finally found it It’s where I belong, it’s where I belong In the morning I wake, in the morning I wake In the morning it’s gone, in the morning The meaning, the feeling The money made, the plans saved for that sunny day when Your body against my body Would save me from myself and kill the hate Loosen up Buy some stuff Buckle up The world is fucked Loosen up, loosen up, loosen up you’re a mess And all that’s left of your sexy solitude is loneliness Buckle up, buckle up, buckle up get some rest Get some fun man, get some sun, get shit done You look like death I finally found it, I finally found it It’s where I belong, it’s where I belong In the morning I wake, in the morning I wake In the morning it’s gone, in the morning it’s gone.

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"5 songs to express the futile yet human yearning for meaning and purpose in the face of absurdity. The chaos which we cunningly bury under the illusion of our own importance. Or maybe even under our search for that perilous yet beautiful thing called love. Clinging on to every scrap of youths dreams and a highly adaptive belief system that helps maintain a veneer of sense and clarity. Crafty buggers aren’t we?

And now that even the noble and complex search for truth in the form of scientific facts is under threat, some of us (hopefully more than extraverted medias portray) still find purpose in critical thinking. Joyfully yet firmly offending the sensibilities of the new breed of emotional toddlers and power addicted bully’s that seem to be gaining a stunningly self-absorbed following. Who knows? Maybe we could even find a place in which to belong.

These songs were born from this messy thought process. And if they resonate with you then you are more than welcome to indulge in my blend of alternative pop for overthinkers. So welcome and thanks for showing up. If you enjoy it let me know. We’re all after that love, aren’t we? x"

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"5 chansons pour exprimer le désir futile mais humain de trouver un sens et un but face à l'absurdité. Le chaos que nous enterrons astucieusement sous l'illusion de notre propre importance. Ou peut-être même sous notre recherche de cette chose périlleuse mais belle qu'est l'amour. Nous nous accrochons à chaque morceau de rêve de jeunesse et à un système de croyances hautement adaptatif qui nous aide à maintenir un vernis de sens et de clarté. Sauvages rusés, n'est-ce pas?

Et maintenant que même la noble et complexe recherche de la vérité sous la forme de faits scientifiques est menacée, certains d'entre nous (plus nombreux, espérons-le, que ne le décrivent les médias extravertis) trouvent encore un but dans la pensée critique. En offensant joyeusement, mais fermement, les sensibilités de la nouvelle race de bambins émotifs et de tyrans accros au pouvoir qui semblent gagner un public étonnamment égocentrique. Qui sait ? Peut-être pourrions-nous même trouver un endroit auquel appartenir.

Ces chansons sont nées de ce processus de pensée désordonné. Et si elles résonnent avec vous, alors vous êtes plus que bienvenus pour vous laisser aller à mon mélange de pop alternative pour penseurs excessifs. Alors, bienvenue et merci d'être là. Si vous appréciez, dites-le. We’re all after that love, aren’t we? x"

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released January 27, 2022

Mixed & mastered by David Mascunan & Julien Bordais @ MasterMix labs

Cover art by Nicolas Sénégas

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Alternative Pop for overthinkers.

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