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What's The Furthest Place From Here?

by East Ends

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1.
See I've got this cassette tape with this song on side A That never fails to tear me right in two And like the chords, back and forth and then into the chorus, I guess we're just a little out of tune. So if you ever come across something to comfort the loss Of our teenage urgency and our youth, I'll be the first to consume and the last to allude To everything that has changed for good If this is summer, I don't feel it There's no heat dripping down my ceiling There's no you, there's just your secrets, Constant rain and regret And I know you think we're clever Until we know better But the truth is we just ignore the fact That we're not meant to last See I've got this cassette tape with this song on side A That never fails to tear me right in two And like the chords, back and forth and then into the chorus, I guess we're just a little out of tune. Now in the dead of the night I see someone walking by, A familiar shade dimly lit by the moon. And so I smile, I crack, I'm torn to shreds. Well I swear to hell I thought it was you. I'm so sorry, rain starts pouring onto all these city streets.
2.
And the river's looking so good but we have no future now. You wrote your name on my arm, now it's slowly wearing off. And I get on that plane and it takes me away from your face in the crowd at the silent disco and I said you can find me somewhere west of Budapest. Somewhere west of Budapest. Now the heat's engulfing me and I've got nowhere else to be. So why should this be wrong, let's make this night count. Come on, come on. And how long will it take you to get over me now? Will I still smell your perfume once I get home? And you get on that plane and it takes you away. Halfway round the globe back to San Francisco. And I said you can find me somewhere west of Budapest. Now every gallon of kerosene takes me further away from here.
3.
Last night was a disaster, and it won't get any better from here on, I suppose. Right now I'm choking on an endless monologue. I toss and turn, that feeling's gone. You know I'm howling alone. And why is it that I always feel so out of place? It's quite amazing how you can be so goddamn lonely with 500.000 people living in your city. And I can't shake this shaky feeling that I get when things get heated. The city sleeps, I have trouble sleeping. Is it light depression or just some dark days? Either way, I will be fine. Either way, it will never change. You keep sending signals that I can't process, that's why I always make a mess, that's why I never stay the night.
4.
Darker yellow on a brighter blue makes me think of you, it's on those old streets and in every tree, partly vanished, but still easy to feel. This lingering longing floating in the breeze a little less intense than I thought it would be but everything's changing. And all those clocks they are ticking backwards again. And I walk and wonder why I love this place but can only stay for a couple days Before I feel the urge to leave again and get on a westbound train with a one-way ticket but there's still some change left in my pocket, enough to make it back home. Now train tracks battle static thoughts, I get a little lost - lost in those old streets where we used to meet and drink ourselves to life every Friday night. This lingering longing is just a part of me, and will forever be even though days rattle past and everything's changing. And now sleep will guide me into a brighter tomorrow. Until I feel the urge to leave again and get on a westbound train with a one-way ticket but there's still some change left in my pocket. And when we meet again, we'll have a cigarette. And you'll tell your fiction, and I'll listen and nod with distant affection.
5.
Look at you, you're soothing like a shot of morphine. And I'm sitting here by the window wishing you showed up on my street. But I know that you won't be around 'cause I live in the wrong part of town. Guess I've got to get acquainted with all these drinks that I haven't had yet. While I recall the events that made me understand you're way more than just a friend. When we rode on my bike through the warm summer night and I felt it, the concrete was melting. Now I know what it's like to be in love for the first time. I always knew you are so much cooler than me. And I know this sounds cliché but I'm already struggling to forget that 30 minute drive from the lake back to the city when you sat so close to me in the backseat and the draft did its best to fight the heat. And we rode on my bike through the warm summer night and I felt it, the concrete was melting. Now I know what it's like to be in love for the first time. I always knew you are so much cooler than me.

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released September 11, 2015

East Ends is
Tim Becker – vocals, guitars, bass, drums, percussion
Mats Kieserling – guitars, vocals

All songs & lyrics written by Tim Becker
Produced, mixed & mastered by Malte Fixson
Drums engineered by Lukas Kroll
Recorded at Splish Splash Studios in Menden, Germany
December 2014 – February 2015
Artwork by Tim Becker & Benedikt Demmer (Druckwelle)

Available on 12" vinyl and CD via Homebound Records

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