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Starting a new folk-pop/rock EP, could I get some feedback?Hi all! Just starting a new EP this week, and below are four of the tracks I'm planning on putting on it. I'm always looking for constructive criticism as to what make the songs more memorable and appealing etc., so any advice or feedback you could give me would be much appreciated. You spend so much time creating a song that it gets under your skin and makes it impossible to hear it objectively at some point. Make sure to watch in HD

Waiting here is wasting me to death
How could I have known that you were there behind that door?
I'm sorry for what I said
The streets are cold here; I can always see my breath
I was way too high to say goodbye
I ran away and I don't know why
Still hiding in London
So no one gets hurt when it all comes undone
Getting back to my apartment
Or flat or whatever you bastards call it
I just up and left; didn't realize what it meant
You called me out
What began in the hall...I'll be damned if it all works out
Still hiding in Bristol
Thinking it could help, but my thinking's wishful
Nobody could stop it
Everything I never felt has been shoplifted, tattered, torn
Things that I'd tried to ignore (and with success)
Barely here in the flesh; I'm a shell in my Sunday best
Oh, I'm sorry that you're sore
Has no one ever talked to you like this before?
I'm sorry that you're sore
Has no one ever talked to you like this?
Questions
I’m reading Matthew by day and then Hitchens by night
Don’t think anything can save me; nothing seems right
And I don’t believe everything I read or that I hear
But if it kills me I will find a way to shake off this fear
You’re a son of a bitch but a hell of a son
Nothing like blood to make you proud of someone
And nothing like no expectations to exceed prediction
Those that have known pain know damn well how to inflict it
All of your explanations
They just give us questions
Thinking is our best chance
When you’re twenty-two you think you’ve seen it all
You’ve got no idea hun just how far you can fall
Oh, but I’m a fast learner and anything good I’ll fix it
Those that have known pain know damn well how to inflict it
You’re a son of a bitch but a hell of a son
So I’ll only ask just how fast you can run
There’s nothing for you here but Friday paycheck addiction
We say we’re doing just fine but we say it without conviction
And those that have known pain know damn well how to inflict it
All of your explanations
They just leave us questions
Thinking is our last chance
Is it cold where you are?
I cannot say for sure; it must be late
We talked for hours
Reflected in the ripples of the lake
The helm is for the thickest of skins
I'm a scared little kid
And I'll be stowed away by nightfall
Missed the ice; I never will learn
As I slipped off the stern, I thought
"This swim will be without you..."
My last one, my darling
Is it cold where you are?
I cannot feel a thing; I would not know
We walked for hours
The proof in shallow tracks upon the snow
We're falling down and we must hold our ground
We're all falling down and it's the best we can do to just...
The fear is real and I'm not
Sure I'm not to blame
I am sure that I'm insane
Never been to a wake in the winter
Never been to a wake in the...
Near paralyzed, I am drunk and I am cold
But oh, it's nice to be home
They say, "Isn't it nice to be home?"
When you get to the point that you know
What you can and cannot prove
Then you've solved it, haven't you?
This bottle's real and I've got
This slowly swelling rage
Sole the sufferer, sole the blame,
So they...
Never been to a wake in the winter
Never been to a wake in the...
Near paralyzed, I am drunk and I am cold
But oh, it's nice to be home
Home, coming home, coming home, coming home
Paralyzed with fear, I am drunk but I am here
And oh, it's nice to be home
They say, "Isn't it nice to be home?"
Oh but don't
Don't wake up...Last edited by eaf7s; 18-04-2012 at 21:23. -
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Re: Starting a new folk-pop/rock EP, could I get some feedback?Oops! Uploaded directly from iVideo, it loves to do that. Sorted. And yeah, back in November I put out Bonnie's Pantsuit for free download. This one's gonna be another 5 or 6 tracker called "Saturday Night Palsy" and over the summer I'm throwing myself headfirst into the music with my band, we're gonna get back into a proper studio. I couldn't be more excited.(Original post by Manitude)
First video is private.
Also you are in my itunes so I must have downloaded the EP at some point.
