Same Old World
Same Old World is the first album by Emily Davis and The Murder Police, an alternative/folk/punk outfit from El Paso, Texas. It features songs about wandering through dystopias both inward and outward.
Emily Davis and The Murder Police are:
- Jorge Torres - electric guitar
- Jose Macias - bass guitar
- Tomas Tinajero - drums
- Emily Davis - vocals/acoustic guitar
Trumpet and harmonies courtesy of Matt Nava.
All songs written and performed by Emily Davis and The Murder Police except for “Ulcers”, which was written by Javier Martinez(Opens in new window) and used with his permission.
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Same Old World track list
In the center of my chest
Just a little to the left
Lies a Marianas Trench
Where it’s darkest at its depths
With these nails caked in blood
Through flesh and bone I dug
Wrapped my fingers ‘round it, bleeding
Ripped it out while it still was beating
Remember the man with his hand on my mouth
Who threw me in the River Styx?
Well another one came to drag me out
As I succumbed to the same sickness, ‘cause
It’s so easy to love
It’s harder to lose
Sometimes I fear that I enjoy the abuse
See this hole in my chest?
It’s a testament
Of how I’m heartless
Stuff it full ’til filled with straw
The tragic flaw has been withdrawn
From a distance, none can tell
Whether human or a heartless shell
Since I first formed fists or words
From the moment of my birth
There’s been this devil in my ribcage
Now the last lament of its dying age
Remember when I resigned my self
To float into the mouth of hell
Now healed of the hurt
That forced hand to insert into chest
I can climb out and exhale, ‘cause
It’s so easy to know
Harder to let go
The veins only tighten and
Their roots sink below
This is its final blow ‘cause I’m fine
Being alone regardless
Yeah, it’s so easy to love
It’s harder to lose
Sometimes I fear that I enjoy the abuse
See this hole in my chest?
It’s a testament of how I’m heartless.
In the center of my chest
Just a little to the left
Lies a Marianas Trench
Where it’s darkest at its depths, yeah
Devotion is a threat
Dependence equals death
Beckon vultures to descend
Let their greedy beaks peck
Let them scour and devour
Until there’s nothing left
Then I’ll finally become
Heartless