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🏠 Your copy of my new album "House Of Stories" is waiting for you here, now shipping worldwide: https://shop.penfriend.rocks/collecti... 💾 Buy "House Of Stories" as a digital download here: https://penfriendrocks.bandcamp.com/a... ******************************* Songs can mend moments. Art stretches time, giving me a chance to walk back into the room and say what I wouldacouldashoulda. Giving me the power to walk out. “Emotional Tourist” is a fiery anthem for anyone who’s suffered at the hands of bullies, creeps and narcissists. Fielding comments - or worse - on your appearance, your weight, your life choices. Painted into a corner by politeness, with an inability to believe someone could truly be that awful – and be doing it on purpose, too. Just me? Sadly not. 11 years ago, faced with my soon-to-be-ex’s final attempts to extinguish my creativity I did manage to get out, but there was no blaze of glory. Real life is usually quieter than that. I know I'm one of the lucky ones. “Emotional Tourist” is a chance for me to rewrite my story in that blaze of glory – 3 minutes 40 seconds of foot-stomping, fist-wielding synth rock. Because when events from the past refuse to stay there, the only thing to do as a songwriter is stab them in the eye with the blade of truth. “You reap what you sow.” ******************************* 🎁 Get your free 12-track taster album of dreamy indie rock songs + bonus free gift here http://penfriend.rocks/hello ❤️ This video is sponsored by The Correspondent's Club on Patreon. We'd love to welcome you into our friendly group - get exclusive music, videos, writing and more here while effortlessly supporting the making of new music and videos / about ******************************* VIDEO CREDITS Directed, shot and edited by Laura Kidd. Additional filming and warmest encouragement from Tim Bailey, my actual hero (can you spot his lovely face near the end of the video?) Paper house crafted by LK, with a cameo from the Christmas tree fairy Sarah Jane Osborne made for me a few years ago, when I went by the name She Makes War. Thank you, SJ! SONG CREDITS Written, produced, performed, and recorded by Laura Kidd in The Launchpad, Nottingham. Drums by Max Saidi. Mixed by Chris Sheldon. Mastered by Katie Tavini. ******************************* LYRICS You think I’m an emotional tourist But you don’t know how deep I go Holding tight, but I’m lost in this forest And there’s no sign of my hero So I guess I’ll just sleep in the snow It’s like this – The lure of a late night kiss A situation that shouldn’t exist Now I’m trapped in a house in the humdrum With a cut-price narcissist – Now I’m trapped in a house with a poisoned mind He tells me to give up my dream The thing I’ve wanted since I was 13 Or I’m not on his team Now there’s smoke in the house And I didn’t even think to scream You reap what you sow, motherfucker / lazy lover Go Go, go You think I’m an emotional tourist But you don’t know how deep I go Holding tight, but I’m lost in this forest And there’s no sign of my hero So I guess I’ll just sleep in the snow I’m not finished That’s two years I’ll never get back I’m sick of hearing I’m too fat I’m too boring I’m too this I’m too that He said I couldn’t make him feel That I shouldn’t write about what’s real Then he lit that match Oh well – what’s a girl to do? You reap what you sow, motherfucker / lazy lover Go, go I hope you know You reap what you sow So go I hope you choke You think I’m an emotional tourist But you don’t know how deep I go Holding tight, but I’m lost in this forest And there’s no sign of my hero So I guess I’ll just sleep in the snow I guess I’ll just sleep in the snow You think I’m an emotional tourist But you don’t know how deep I go Holding tight, but I’m lost in this forest And there’s no sign of my hero So I guess I’ll just sleep And you can just weep in the snow