Saints Until Fridays, an album by Charlee Remitz on Spotify
Finally, we can all breathe again, because Charlee’s newest album is out now
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Saints Until Fridays, an album by Charlee Remitz on Spotify
Finally, we can all breathe again, because Charlee’s newest album is out now
01 Valley Tantrums . . Get #SaintsUntilFridays on iTunes now!
02 Chlorine . . Get #SaintsUntilFridays on iTunes now
03 1,000 Ruined Holidays . . Get #SaintsUntilFridays now on iTunes
04 Younger Blood . . Get #SaintsUntilFridays on iTunes now
Listen to songs from the album Saints Until Fridays - EP, including "Valley Tantrums," "Chlorine," "1,000 Ruined Holidays," and many more. Buy the album for $3.99. Songs start at $1.29. Free with Apple Music subscription.
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#SaintsUntilFridays out now! . . Saints Until Fridays wasn't meant to be an album. I went into the studio to write the first track, "Valley Tantrums," with my producer, and then found myself yearning to be back in the studio again working on an entire project. It went from being one song, to being two songs, to being three songs, to then I wanted it to be four songs, until finally I was like, let's just do an entire EP. I think Saints Until Fridays is sort of an exploration of the value of time and each of our present moments. I forget. I forget constantly how amazing this life of mine is. I'm where I wanted to be senior year of high school. But time goes about its usual business of dragging you to each place marker slowly until each "big deal" makes a tiny ripple, despite the seismic way it would've rocked my world back in high school. But I have found roots in the present moment. My producer, Mike, and I work together to realize our accomplishments, rather than letting them pass us. Rather than letting them be fleeting victories, we strive to let them impact us lastingly. And I think together, this album has brought us further into the only moment of our lives there is: this one.
We bang our head on walls all night Like handprints in cement We feel so stuck in our lives So we wish away our time We are just barely surviving And we feel like products of bad timing The boys don’t grow up they get muscles The girls don’t grow up they act young still And everybody here’s gone insane We work hard to set ourselves straight Everybody’s stuck in their own way Tryna outgrow their kid brains We all try to control everything We swear we’re doomed and then we just sink Even cars can’t drive us down these streets Cause we’re livin’ something larger than we think But we don’t think that much We don’t think for us We tidy up too much We aren’t allowed to be messy when we’re younger We don’t think enough about the simple stuff We’re too aware all of our fears have us outnumbered We all miss where we come from Small towns with four walls Cause when things start to change too much We miss our younger blood (Youth is bliss youth is blinding) Younger blood Younger blood (Our younger blood felt so undying) Younger Blood The boys don’t grow up they get muscles The girls don’t grow up they act young still And everybody here’s gone insane We work hard to set ourselves straight Everybody’s stuck in their own way Tryna outgrow their kid brains We all try to control everything We swear we’re doomed and then we just sink Even cars can’t drive us down these streets Cause we’re livin’ something larger than we think But we don’t think that much We don’t think for us We tidy up too much We aren’t allowed to be messy when we’re younger We don’t think enough about the simple stuff We’re too aware all of our fears have us outnumbered I miss feeling good enough when I had my younger blood I miss nights I didn’t doubt myself I’m too underwhelmed to raise hell I just miss my younger blood, younger blood, younger blood Younger blood, younger blood, younger blood Feeling good enough, good enough, good enough We all miss our younger blood We all try to control everything We swear we’re doomed and then we just sink Even cars can’t drive us down these streets Cause we’re livin’ something larger than we think But we don’t think that much We don’t think for us We tidy up too much We aren’t allowed to be messy when we’re younger We don’t think enough about the simple stuff We’re too aware all of our fears have us outnumbered
Younger Blood by Charlee Remitz