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Stereoptypical EP

by Aryelle Morrison

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1.
A Year 03:09
It’s a tragedy, but we all call it “normal” To be the best of friends then simply disappear And it’s a sign of strength to never talk about them Just erase them from our lives Call me romantic or is everyone a cynic? Heck, maybe I’m a masochist just choosing to be weak But I can’t walk around here and pretend that someone precious Is not still on my mind And maybe that’s why… It’s been a year, oh my, oh dear I’m reminiscing of you It’s been a year, oh my, oh dear Do you still think of me love? Do you? If I hated you forgetting would be easy But I still long to spend the days and nights I have with you I felt so singular and was finally able To forget myself a while And maybe that why… It’s been a year, oh my, oh dear I’m reminiscing of you It’s been a year, oh my, oh dear Do you still think of me love? Do you? And I have tried to forget you, but you’re gentle on my mind I have tried to forget you, but then I wonder if you’re alright I’ll bet I’m in your memory just fading as time goes by Meanwhile… It’s been a year, oh my, oh dear I’m reminiscing of you It’s been a year, oh my, oh dear I’m reminiscing of you It’s been a year, oh my, oh dear I’m reminiscing of you It’s been a year, oh my, oh dear Do you still think of me love? Do you?
2.
Batteries 03:24
It’s wishing to make money in a store that’s always closed And hoping to keep warm while wearing sneakers in the snow It’s always leaving much too late hoping to be on time The skills I’ve always wanted but would never ever try It’s everything we could be next to everything we’re not A world full of potential in which we choose to rot A prophecy we wrote ourselves and then we just forgot When it’s all laid out in front of me… But I can’t get up, I’m feeling stuck My empty brain gets in the way of all my luck I just ignore what I adore I cannot wait, I have no faith in what’s in store My batteries are sold separately, separately It’s cleaning out your basement without ever being home It’s only paying $14 bucks expecting a good show It’s going to the gym and simply laying on the floor It’s dying to be thinner, but eating more and more It’s everything we could be next to everything we’re not A world full of potential in which we choose to rot A prophecy we wrote ourselves and then we just forgot When it’s all laid out in front of me… But I can’t get up, I’m feeling stuck My empty brain gets in the way of all my luck I just ignore what I adore I cannot wait, I have no faith in what’s in store My batteries are sold separately, separately Tripping ourselves, we’re tripping ourselves Tripping ourselves all the time Tripping ourselves, we’re tripping ourselves Tripping ourselves all the time! It’s wishing to make money in a store that’s always closed And hoping to keep warm while wearing sneakers in the snow It’s always leaving much too late hoping to be on time The skills I’ve always wanted but would never ever try It’s everything we could be next to everything we’re not A world full of potential in which we choose to rot A prophecy we wrote ourselves and then we just forgot When it’s all laid out in front of me… But I can’t get up, I’m feeling stuck My empty brain gets in the way of all my luck I just ignore what I adore I cannot wait, I have no faith in what’s in store My batteries are sold separately My batteries are sold separately! Though it’s all laid out…
3.
Try 03:34
We all have pain We all have our own histories We all have doubt We all have insecurities Yet I, I take it all in stride! You gotta try, try Because nothing hurts like never knowing You owe it to yourself, just keep on going Try, try Although sometimes things don’t work out in the end You gotta try We all have fear, We tell ourselves we’ve not a chance We are so blind We under-rate experience Oh why do we lead such narrow lives? You gotta try, try Because nothing hurts like never knowing You owe it to yourself, just keep on going Try, try Although sometimes things don’t work out in the end You gotta try We rest on pillows wrapped in barbed wire Don’t rest on pillows that steal your fire Just try, try Because nothing hurts like never knowing You owe it to yourself, just keep on going Try, try Although sometimes things don’t work out in the end Oh, sometimes things do work out in the end… If you try
4.
Advice 03:46
I hear what you’re saying But I do not want to be like you You say you can teach me… But I do not want to be like you! I cannot tell what I think anymore Too many people telling me how I should live I cannot tell what I think anymore Too many people inside my head! You say I’m wanderin’… But I just need to take my time You say I’m wanderin’… I’m sorting through the junk that surrounds my peace of mind, ‘cause I’ve got more… I’ve got more advice than I can handle I’ve got more advice than I can take I’ve got more advice than I can palate I’ve got more advice than I can fake having interest in anymore I’ll sit here and listen Add your words to my catalogue inside I’ll sit here and listen Then fail to reconcile to live and to survive! I cannot tell what I think anymore Too many people telling me how I should live I cannot tell what I think anymore Too many people inside my head! You say I’m wanderin’… But I just need to take my time You say I’m wanderin’… I’m sorting through the junk that surrounds my peace of mind, ‘cause I’ve got more… I’ve got more advice than I can handle I’ve got more advice than I can take I’ve got more advice than I can palate I’ve got more advice than I can fake having interest in anymore Maybe I could use a new direction But I need to know what I want I’m always open to suggestions But now I do not know my own mind No, I… I cannot tell what I think anymore I cannot tell you anything More I’ve got more advice than I can handle I’ve got more advice than I can take I’ve got more advice than I can palate I’ve got more advice than I can fake having interest in any- I cannot tell what I think anymore, no I cannot tell you anything! Yeah, more I’ve got more advice than I can handle I’ve got more advice than I can take I’ve got more advice than I can palate I’ve got more advice than I can fake having interest in anymore
5.
Another face in the crowd You can’t hear me it’s too loud I have a car parked in this never-ending lot I walk the same streets as you And wait in line with you too And keep on dreaming that I’m something that you’re not ‘Cause I can’t believe… I refuse to be… Stereotypical Is that my life? A Tuesday night? As I sit in my cubicle I’m singing inside! ‘Cause I dreamed of being the best And using my breath for more than pushing papers across my desk I dreamed of being the best at Something... x3 My lost identity is cackling Gloating I am not something More than just another girl living next door But all my efforts were fruitless Wanna crumple and burn this Never-ending list of all my failed attempts ‘Cause I can’t believe… I refuse to be… Stereotypical Is that my life? A Tuesday night? As I sit in my cubicle I’m singing inside! ‘Cause I dreamed of being the best And using my breath for more than pushing papers across my desk I dreamed of being the best at Something... x3 Another face in the crowd You can’t hear me it’s too loud I have a car parked in this never-ending lot

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Stereotypical EP is the debut recording of singer-songwriter and pianist Aryelle Morrison. With highly relatable, in-your-face lyrics and driving pop-based piano, her style is often described as “theatrical.” She writes about things that bug her, including the way we sabotage our own dreams, the struggle to be true to yourself, feeling “typical,” and, of course, heart-break. A soft-spoken girl with a loud point of view… it’s her turn to preach.

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released January 25, 2018

All songs written and performed by Aryelle Morrison
Recorded by Adam Dincorm at "Undertone" in Saint John, NB
Cover photograph by Peter Doyle

Special thanks to Aaron Gunn, Brent Mason, Adam Dincorn, Peter Doyle, Jessica Rhaye and Mum

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Aryelle Morrison Saint John, New Brunswick

This singer-songwriter is ready take her first steps into the Canadian music scene. Inspired by a variety of bands from Billy Joel to Billy Talent, she writes earnest, yet edgy, tunes about life’s frustrations and dealing with your own head. Her music is irresistibly catchy, with soaring melodies, in-your-face lyrics and driving pop-based piano that has often been described as “theatrical.” ... more

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