Get Real

by Matt Rider

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released July 5, 2012

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Track Name: Get Real
I'm amazed that we didn't but we should have got arrested,
Yes I'm amazed that we didn't get arrested.
Were they mistakes that we made in the summer night when we were young,
Because I don't think I ever had so much fun.
And I remember thinking here I am, this is it, this is it.
On a warm June night, 10pm, summer on my lips.
Somewhere way out west, way out past the Westway,
Getting drunk with my friends hoping this is how it stays.

But you gotta grow up,
Yeah you gotta grow up,
Get real get lost,
Lose you're heart lose the lot,
But you gotta grow up,
Yeah you gotta grow up,
Get real get lost,
Lose you're head lose the lot.

I was just 19 but I didn't lack certainty,
wish I was half as sure of myself come 23,
And it's funny how life stops you being who you wanna be,
With more experience I become more cowardly,
And I remember thinking here I am, this is me, this is me,
I was careless maybe if not carefree,
Somewhere way out west, way out past the Westway,
Getting drunk with my friends hoping this is how it stays.

But you gotta grow up,
Yeah you gotta grow up,
Get real get lost,
Lose you're heart lose the lot,
But you gotta grow up,
Yeah you gotta grow up,
Get real get lost,
Lose you're head lose the lot.

Yeah man you're probably right,
I should start getting serious about life,
When I really feel like I'm stuck in my ways,
You're asking me to change?
Track Name: Tight Lipped, Short Tempered
I hate those things you say,
And I hate the way you say them,
I feel the same way you feel you know.
Those words you hide behind,
So perfectly aligned,
I feel the same way you feel you know.

I see my self in your reflection.

Tight lipped, short tempered,
And it's dangerous,
For two people to feel this,
This helpless.

These days you barely sigh,
You speak mainly with your eyes,
But I feel the same way you feel you know.

I see myself in your reflection.

Tight lipped, short tempered,
And it's dangerous,
For two people to feel this,
This helpless.
Track Name: Baby, I'm Bored
Baby, I'm bored,
Maybe it's you,
It's so hard to tell,
You're so far out of view,
You're crying down the phone,
You feel like you're alone,
I feel I'm with myself,
Just chilling on my own.
Baby it's true,
With so many sides of me,
So few sides of you,
It get pretty hard to see,
Where one side starts,
And the other one begins,
I think I'm losing myself,
This time it's really happening,

And as I do I'm losing you,
So that's one less thing to do.
And as a do I'm losing you,
So that's one less thing to do.

And baby it's hard,
The only time we speak,
Is a long distance call,
Through a PC screen,
Had this time to myself,
Still I don't feel free,
There's a wall between you and me.

And it's true I'm losing you,
So that's one less thing to do,
And it's true I'm losing you,
So that's one less thing to do.

It's a long, long way to make a point,
Said it's a long, long way to make a point.

Baby it's true,
With so many sides of me,
So few sides of you,
It get pretty hard to see,
Where one side starts,
And the other one begins,
I think I'm losing myself,
This time it's really happening,

And as I do I'm losing you,
So that's one less thing to do.
And as a do I'm losing you,
So that's one less thing to do.
Track Name: Holiday
We went on holiday
You were already there,
I made my own way.
But I left my camera at home,
At the airport I bought two throwaway ones.

And I took pictures of old trains,
of the guard at the palace who wouldn't tell us his name,
But we went on asking all the same.

I looked at those cameras today,
sitting on the shelf.
And I know whats on those roll's,
Boring pictures I took in the freezing cold.

Still I thought about taking them in,
Let some stranger develop them,
They'd never know, that was a life ago.
I wanted scene's of purity,
In narrative if not clarity,
But just like us this was not meant to be.

I got the shot's back from the shop,
Just two came out.
Both looking out over the dock,
The first one you're in,
The next you're not.

But I wanted scenes of purity,
In narrative if not clarity,
But just like us this was not meant to be,
I should have left those shells back on the shelf,
They weren't by me but someone else,
What right did I have to go developing,
If that was never really happening.