The Winter EP

by Amateur Anthropologist

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Recorded in the basement of an Italian restaurant in Plymouth, MI, this is the second self-released EP from Amateur Anthropologist.

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released 05 February 2010

Recorded and Mixed by Tommy at the Vault Plymouth, MI
During two separate nights in late December 2009.

Produced by Tommy and Amateur Anthropologist

All songs written by Amateur Anthropologist except for "Banana Pancakes", written by Jack Johnson.

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Amateur Anthropologist Dearborn Heights

Alex, Paco and Josh

"These young, rock 'n' romp upstarts are doing it in Detroit the hard way. Starting at the Token playing to staff, they've since kept company with Danny Kroha and played all the city's venerable venues, buzzing up the town. They blend punk and pop, but aren't pop punk." - Metro Times Detroit ... more

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Track Name: Time To Go
One light watch me waste away under another quiet sky.
One more drink and maybe I'll come home.

CHORUS:
Cut me open every night, you're the knife in this gun fight.
I'm the question to your 'no', it's time to let you go.
Go, go, go away.

Close the curtains on me, I'm ashamed of what I see.
One more breath and maybe I'll come home.

CHORUS

I'm still bleeding just fine without you.
I'm still bleeding just fine.
Without you.

CHORUS
Track Name: The Ocean
I traveled across the ocean. I traveled into the sea.
Track Name: Hurt Hands
I don't need your hand no more, I'd rather walk alone.
Cause all I seem to see these days are the pixels on my phone.
And I ain't some easy ride, and I sure as hell ain't free.
Cause my heart's a one way sign so baby let me be.
So let me be.

I got a call today from the girl inside my head.
And I told her not to come because you came around instead.
She whispers in my ear but it don't sound real to me.
So I'll just shut her out if she won't let me be.
Just let me be.

Every time your name lights up my hope shoots through the sky.
And I know I shouldn't, but I love to hear you lie.
And I love to write you songs you'll never get to see.
But I'll just tear them up cause you won't let me be.
Let me be.
Track Name: Bleeding Heart
Oh won't you look me up. Before you set me down.
I've got another way, to help you spin around.
So close your eyes, and take in the sound.
Of my bleeding heart, that's burning to the ground.

I can feel the sun. You know, it's getting cold.
And I can feel my bones. I know they're growing old.
Don't close your eyes, don't let them fold.
Keep an open mind, don't do what you're told.

Won't you look me up. Before you set me down.
I've got another way, to help you spin around.
So close your eyes, and take in the sound.
Of my bleeding heart, that's burning to the ground.

I only dream in yellow, take my photos off the wall.
I hope I drop so fast that you can't catch me when I fall.
Track Name: Banana Pancakes
Words and music by Jack Johnson
Track Name: Shout Shaw Shoes
It's so hard to walk backwards, when I wear my shout shaw shoes.
Yeah, it's so hard to walk backwards, when I wear my shout shaw shoes.
Am I the only one, girl? Or do you feel this way too?

When I first met my baby, I said "little girl, let me be your man."
Yeah when I met my baby, I said "little girl, let me be your man."
She said "you can be number seven, but tell the world we're just friends."

My mama told me, "son, you best grow up to be a man."
My mama told me, "boy, grow some balls and be a man."
So I took that advice to heart girl, and now before you is where I stand.

When I walk down the streets now, everybody knows my name.
Yeah when I walk down the streets girl, everybody knows my name.
I tip my hat and say "hello there", the good lord says treat everybody the same.

I gave my baby. The 99th degree. She jumped up and threw a pistol, down on me. Stop breaking down. Stop breaking down. I swear to God I'm gonna bust your brains out, baby. You make me loose my worried man.

It's so hard to walk backwards, when I wear my shout shaw shoes.
Yeah, it's so hard to walk backwards, when I wear my shout shaw shoes.
Am I the only one, girl? Or do you feel this way too?