Empty Streets

by Small Towns

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released April 15, 2015

We want to thank Mike Yorke for everything he has done, recording, mixing and producing this EP.
We also want to thank Andrew Fasken and Ethan Leal for all their hard work making us look good.

This album is dedicated to Tristian Labanowich, we love you and hopefully see you soon.

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Small Towns Halton Hills, Ontario

We are a 4 piece Punk Rock/Pop Punk band that started in early 2015. Check out our social media accounts below.

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Track Name: Empty Streets
Empty streets on a winters night,.
Lit up by fast food signs,
Somewhere between Guelph Street and Main
Only sounds around are passing trains

Small towns start to get to your head
When you wake up with strangers passed out in your bed
Brain throbbing as you stare at your arms
Trying to recollect how you got all these scars

Look at your pack and you're out of smokes
You've become the punch line to your own joke.
The party never ends when no one wants to go home.
These nights never end when there's no where to go.

Empty streets on a winters night,.
Lit up by fast food signs,
Somewhere between Guelph Street and Main
Only sounds around are passing trains
I'm passing over that bridge
At slow and staggering pace
I'm waiting for my turn to get of this place.

Small towns start to get to your head
When you wake up with strangers passed out in your bed
Brain throbbing as you stare at your arms
Trying to recollect how you got all these scars
(we dance as we sigh, part ways but still sing in time)
Track Name: Factories
I took a wrong turn on a Sunday.
On my commute to church
Where I went to confess my sins
Because apathy does not work
I thought a prayer would make you happy
But I don't believe in ghosts
We're not meant to be disappointed
But that's just how it goes.

I want to drown in Georgetown
Hang me from Heather's parking lot
Pour my remains all over.
My favourite drinking spots
We were young we were reckless
Wild, broke and free
We traded in our party hats to work in factories

From rivers to garages
Ares basement has shut down.
For all the times we said "I love you"
Than play where are they now.
Friends have gone,
Some are still here
Some will never leave
I never did believe in Jesus
Just wanted dad to be proud of me.


I want to drown in Georgetown
Hang me from Heather's parking lot
Pour my remains all over.
My favourite drinking spots
We were young we were reckless
Wild, broke and free
We traded in our party hats to work in factories
Track Name: Voice Inside My Head
It's been days and i'm drowning in the waves, trying to put the pieces back together.
It's been a waste, i'm still suffering the pain. Thinking that i'll feel this way forever.

I can't take this anymore, voices inside my head. And their trying to do their best, to convince me that i'm dead.
I can't take this anymore, voices inside my head. And their trying to do their best, to convince me that i'm dead.

Now that I see, i've been trying to believe, that there could be someone else out there. How could it be, I wear my feelings on my sleeve, but sometimes, I feel like life, it just ain't fair.

I can't take this anymore, voices inside my head. And their trying to do their best, to convince me that i'm dead.
I can't take this anymore, voices inside my head. And their trying to do their best, to convince me that i'm dead.

I can't take this anymore, voices inside my head. And their trying to do their best, to convince me that i'm dead.
I can't take this anymore, voices inside my head. And their trying to do their best, to convince me that i'm dead.
Track Name: Lump In My Throat
Feeling sick and I don't know why.
Conversations helping me get by.
Heart is pumping blood through my empty veins.
Thoughts of hopelessness in my rotting brain.
I can't sleep but i'm not awake,
But you see a smile, the best that I can fake.
Here comes that lump in my throat once more, I won't swallow this for sure. I can't sleep but i'm not awake,
But you see a smile, the best that I can fake.
Here comes that lump in my throat once more, I won't swallow this for sure.
Track Name: Chest Pains
Smiling at strangers on the train.
When conversations seem frightening
Cover my body with memoires
Small towns lights through the glare of the city
Seasons keep changing
The weight of this headaches too heavy.
I can't lift it off anymore

Shortness of breath
Feeling close to death
Pains ignite in my chest
Running thoughts inside my head
It's a game I like to play
When I think of my younger days
Everything just seemed so free
How I'd kill to be sixteen

Everyone seems to be confused
Pick and choose what we have to do
We all need to run away
(we all need to run away)
Wait around for a sunny day
( a sunny day)

Shortness of breath
Feeling close to death
Pains ignite in my chest
Running thoughts inside my head
It's a game I like to play
When I think of my younger days
Everything just seemed so free
How I'd kill to be sixteen
Track Name: Factories (Acoustic)
I took a wrong turn on a Sunday.
On my commute to church
Where I went to confess my sins
Because apathy does not work
I thought a prayer would make you happy
But I don't believe in ghosts
We're not meant to be disappointed
But that's just how it goes.

I want to drown in Georgetown
Hang me from Heather's parking lot
Pour my remains all over.
My favourite drinking spots
We were young we were reckless
Wild, broke and free
We traded in our party hats to work in factories

From rivers to garages
Ares basement has shut down.
For all the times we said "I love you"
Than play where are they now.
Friends have gone,
Some are still here
Some will never leave
I never did believe in Jesus
Just wanted dad to be proud of me.


I want to drown in Georgetown
Hang me from Heather's parking lot
Pour my remains all over.
My favourite drinking spots
We were young we were reckless
Wild, broke and free
We traded in our party hats to work in factories