These Cities Are Stealing My Soul

by Amateur Historians

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released August 1, 2012

Written and performed by Amateur Historians
Recorded, mixed, and mastered by Clark Phillips at Great Northern Studios.

Cover photo by Chris Curry and Cover words by Jacob Tomlinson.
Amateur Historians are Chris Curry, Luke Casey, and Gerard McCorry.

Track 2 remixed by Adam Wainwright.

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Amateur Historians Belfast, UK

Three people, zero superpowers.

We are Chris Curry, Luke Casey, and Gerard McCorry and we write stupidly heart on sleeve emo songs shrouded in indie-pop chord progressions.

Amateur Historians started in early 2011 & despite spending most of the year and a half we've been together on different land masses, we've managed to remain a band that exist, yes.
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Track Name: These Cities Are Stealing My Soul
some people never get sick of the city that they live in
but i've spilt my guts too much on these streets to feel forgiving
well, i think it's time to leave
and stop fearing feeling free.

now my life's long distance lovers and faraway friends
at least i'll always have a floor for a bed in the end.
but if you could stay with me
then i might get more sleep

i know i'm never where i want,
it seems no matter where i am it could always be
somewhere where i'd maybe feel more like me
and less like slaughtered meat left to hang for weeks
could be belfast or glasgow, sheffield or leeds.
wrapped in yr arms, or with friends i need to make me feel whole
but in the end i think i'd be better left by the side of the road.

i'm my own worst enemy
but i wouldn't wish this on myself.
well for what it's worth
i wouldn't wish this on anyone else.

this city is a graveyard, terraced houses loom like tombstones
that in the hazy light of evening seem like fangs
if the city wants to eat me, it can go ahead and try
but i hope that it chokes on my bones.