Emma Minturn EP

by Emma Minturn

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These are my journal excerpts in the form of songs.

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released April 8, 2014

thank you to:

eric eggleston, producer and confidante extraordinaire

my mum, for everything

my grey gardens family, for mostly everything

alcohol, for influencing bad decisions and decent writing material

anyone who's inspired me/loved me/pissed me off/broken my heart, these songs are really for you.

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Emma Minturn Ottawa, Ontario

I get drunk and turn diary entries into songs.

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Track Name: Sober
Pretty baby, pin me up like a doll
Let's ride out the highs and marinate in the fall
Let's get to the grit, strip down to ideals
Let's cradle our egos just to see how it feels

They'll say, there she goes, she's at it again
The talking point of the town, we'll never understand
Feeling and being and drinking too much,
Taking inhibitions and smashing them up

But oh,
You really killed me kid
You always do, you always did
Your whiskey stones, your white headphones
It's always the wrong time to leave me alone
And the rum seemed to rob us of the purity left,
Gone in February been numb ever since
All I want is a chance to do it all over
I'm asking honey,
You wanna try this sober?

Darlin', darlin', I'm not one for excuses
I know I went wild and I don't need you to prove it
Crippled by carnal and left you embarrassed
All I'm left with are bottles and no one to share them

You'll say, there you go, you're at it again,
The talking point of the town you'll never understand
Feeling and being and drinking too much
Taking inhibitions and smashing them up

But oh,
You really killed me kid
You always do, you always did
Your whiskey stones, your white headphones
It's always the wrong time to leave me alone
And the rum seemed to rob us of the purity left,
Gone in February been numb ever since
All I want is a chance to do it all over
I'm asking honey,
You wanna try this sober?

And oh,
what I would do
to be lying next to you
my twin Jung sign
I'm aching all the time

But oh,
You really killed me kid
You always do, you always did
Your whiskey stones, your white headphones
It's always the wrong time to leave me alone
And the rum seemed to rob us of the purity left,
Gone in February been numb ever since
All I want is a chance to do it all over
I'm asking honey,
You wanna try this sober?
Track Name: Neal Cassady Man
I love what will ultimately destroy me,
So won't you come over here, boy?
The little blonde bandit's at it again
And she's looking for a new toy

But oh, here I go once more
Your favourite tidal wave has made it to shore
I'm overwrought and overdressed,
I'm dancing till dawn, no time to regret

Gotta get me a Neal Cassady Man
with a cigarette smile and everything but a plan
Between the Bombay and the Viceroys,
You know I got a taste for the bad boys
Gotta get me a Neal Cassady Man
Again

Putting on my lips, playing with your hair,
"self indulgent" is what they'll say
Smoke and perfume plague the air
We wouldn't want it any other way

But oh, here I go once more
Your favourite tidal wave has made it to shore
I'm overwrought and overdressed,
I'm dancing till dawn no time to regret

Gotta get me a Neal Cassady Man
with a cigarette smile and everything but a plan
Between the Bombay and the Viceroys,
You know I got a taste for the bad boys
Gotta get me a Neal Cassady Man
Again

I like what you heighten in me,
and I like what you frighten in me
I said I like what you heighten in me
and I like what you frighten in me

Gotta get me a Neal Cassady Man
Gotta get me a Neal Cassady Man
Between the Bombay and the Viceroys,
You know I got a taste for the bad boys
Gotta get me a Neal Cassady Man
Again
Track Name: Hickeys from God
You were talking about God
in a bed without sheets
a hand rolled cigarette
with Heaven up yourself

Kissing so ferociously
I could not comprehend
That God himself was leaving
Burnt offerings on my neck

I don't wanna own ya
I only wanna know ya
I don't wanna own ya
I only wanna know ya
I don't wanna own ya
I only wanna know ya
I don't wanna own ya
I only wanna know ya

I was dancing in the wrong bra
You were looking like a rockstar
I was gin infused, with nothing to lose
I always seem to play the fool

But you watched me as I stayed there,
the place with all my curbed cares
Black dress, red lips
& the night that lead to this, so

I don't wanna own ya
I only wanna know ya
I don't wanna own ya
I only wanna know ya
I don't wanna own ya
I only wanna know ya
I don't wanna own ya
I only wanna know ya

And hickeys from God
Never seem to last long
They stain you with an imprint
And they leave you with a song
And hickeys from God
Never seem to last that long
But they stain you with an imprint
and they leave you with a song

I don't wanna own ya
I only wanna know ya
I don't wanna own ya
I only wanna know ya
I don't wanna own ya
I only wanna know ya
I don't wanna own ya
I only wanna know ya