Stereoptypical EP

by Aryelle Morrison

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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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Track Name: A Year
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?
Track Name: Batteries
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…
Track Name: Try
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
Track Name: Advice
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
Track Name: Stereotypical
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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