Saints Until Fridays

by Charlee Remitz

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released September 23, 2016

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Charlee Remitz Los Angeles, California

Charlee Remitz is a Los Angeles based dream pop singer and songwriter, widely praised for her lyrics, which stretch the pop norm.

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Track Name: Valley Tantrums
I miss fights over the remote
interrupted by the home phone
that was covered in crumbs and goo
cause you grabbed it after eating food

I miss the flatter on your flushed cheeks
when I walked in on you singing
and you would have a new tantrum
now I miss your tantrums

I hope you hide out on the top floor
and think of me when you get bored
While they’ve been teaching you to hate me
I hope you only learned to love me more

I hope that you’ll still dream
after they’ve clipped both your wings

If we threw parties like we threw tantrums
we’d all be wasted in a big white mansion
The valley people’ve kept you quiet and distracted
So grab your things and escape through the canyon

Escape through the canyon

I bet you’ve never put a hole in their walls
never been so scared of footfalls
on the other side of your door
after the valley girl claimed you swore

I bet heaven feels godless
and you’ve undiagnosed lovesick
cause they don’t allow your tantrums
and you miss those tantrums

My sky’s one hour younger
Clouds and planes are moving through it
But I’m still lookin’ at the same moon
And I’m still thinkin’ all about you

And how you got so abrasive when we started to grow up
And our veins are gettin’ faithless but they’re still carrying love
But I know
I’ll meet you down the road

I hope you hide out on the top floor
and think of me when you get bored
While they’ve been teaching you to hate me
I hope you only learned to love me more

I hope that you’ll still dream
after they’ve clipped both your wings

If we threw parties like we threw tantrums
we’d all be wasted in a big white mansion
The valley people’ve kept you quiet and distracted
So grab your things and escape through the canyon

You ain’t got time for dreams
You ain’t got time to take a stand

You ain’t got time for me
You ain’t got time for them
You ain’t got time to keep anyone close

Cause you’re just bones
I want you home

But you can’t fly here with those broken wings
And I can hear your silenced valley screams

If we threw parties like we threw tantrums
we’d all be wasted in a big white mansion
The valley people’ve kept you quiet and distracted
So grab your things and escape through the canyon

Escape through the canyon

Escape through the canyon
Track Name: Chlorine
There are corks in the pool
Teeth stark against purple lips
We're drunk swimmin'
Been growin' up
outta the neighborhood
with the same cast of girls
and their boyfriends

I could stand to have somebody reach for my hand
helpin' pull me through a sweatshirt that's too small for my head

We're soberin' up but we've still got a ways
to go until we're ready to separate
This poolside is lit with all these text messages
My phone is dead on the cement
I sink under the surface

I'm pretty good right here
with pink jet clouds above my head
And my friends are all diving in
And the rest of us are talking shit
Our shins are aqua blue
We left our hearts on our chairs
Cause sometimes we just wanna forget 'bout the future and have chlorine in our hair

We're up on the ledge
Tan legs looking golden
in the sunset
I'm a good host
I love these girls the most
But I miss it
Being selfish

A half-hearted buzz is enough to make me want boys I hate
Droppin' back in with the bottle feeling flatter than the basketball floating
I laugh but I'm not joking

We're soberin' up but we've still got a ways
to go until we're ready to separate
This poolside is lit with all these text messages
My phone is dead on the cement
I sink under the surface

I'm pretty good right here
with pink jet clouds above my head
And my friends are all diving in
And the rest of us are talking shit
Our shins are aqua blue
We left our hearts on our chairs
Cause sometimes we just wanna forget 'bout the future and have chlorine in our hair

I know when I feel like this
Like I'll never get kissed
Or I'll kiss death first before I ever make it
My best friend is right there
My friends will always be here

Floatin' on their backs
Swimmin' in laps
Showin' up fast
Never turnin' me away
when I've turned to glass
The past is in the past
But right now we're alive in this chlorine

I'm pretty good right here
with pink jet clouds above my head
And my friends are all diving in
And the rest of us are talking shit
Our shins are aqua blue
We left our hearts on our chairs
Cause sometimes we just wanna forget 'bout the future and have chlorine
And my friends are all diving in
And the rest of us are talking shit
Our shins are aqua blue
We left our hearts on our chairs
Cause sometimes we just wanna forget 'bout the future and have chlorine in our hair
Track Name: 1,000 Ruined Holidays
Betrayal in busloads
All the kids at home
All the kids who’ve hear my name
Been asking their friends a lot about me
Do you think she’ll make it big
It’s okay you can tell me I won’t tell her if you don’t
They gettin’ desperate tryin’ to find someone who doesn’t think so

They been droppin’ surveys in mailboxes
Waiting outside a hundred garaged
Hoping someone will finally knock it
Too threatened to ever drop it

Free flowing boxed wine pouring out of spickets
They scared of parkin’ too close and gettin’ tickets
I’m scared of pullin’ triggers
Scared of it slippin’ through my fingers

I wonder how many dorm room walls have heard my name
And how many clouds of hookah they been blowin’ ‘bout me
They got the freezer door open
Cooling the whole state
Flutes in the cupboard
Ready with the chilled champagne
Dreaming of bitter ends
And toasting fallen friends

Nursing bruised tiptoes
Though all the kids I know
Are gonna talk about me anyway
I could stand in the corner all night long behind the drunk girls dancing
And they would chatter all about me while the drunkards get distressed
If she thinks she’s so good then why hasn’t she made it yet

They been talkin’ dates like they can’t wait to see me
They’re gettin’ nervous that I’m gettin’ busy
The mountains miss you it’s been pretty chilly
How’s Hollywood are you close to the city
Are you close to the city
Are you close to the city

Free flowing boxed wine pouring outta spickets
They scared of parkin’ too close and gettin’ tickets
I’m scared of pullin’ triggers
Scared of it slippin’ through my fingers

I wonder how many dorm room walls have heard my name
And how many clouds of hookah they been blowin’ ‘bout me
They got the freezer door open
Cooling the whole state
Flutes in the cupboard
Ready with the chilled champagne
Dreaming of bitter ends
And toasting fallen friends

I guess I ruin lame parties when I walk in
Just the fact that I’m on my feet
Means they can’t raise a glass to my efforts yet
I got a million eyes starin’ my way
Hatin’ me
It’s like I ruined their holidays
They call me back so they can push me away
Give me a taste
Of a thousand ruined holidays

I wonder how many dorm room walls have heard my name
And how many clouds of hookah they been blowin’ ‘bout me
They got the freezer door open
Cooling the whole state
Flutes in the cupboard
Ready with the chilled champagne
Dreaming of bitter ends
And toasting fallen friends
Track Name: Younger Blood
We bang our head on walls all night
Like handprints in cement
We feel so stuck in our lives
So we wish away our time
We are just barely surviving
And we feel like products of bad timing

The boys don’t grow up they get muscles
The girls don’t grow up they act young still
And everybody here’s gone insane
We work hard to set ourselves straight
Everybody’s stuck in their own way
Tryna outgrow their kid brains

We all try to control everything
We swear we’re doomed and then we just sink
Even cars can’t drive us down these streets
Cause we’re livin’ something larger than we think
But we don’t think that much
We don’t think for us
We tidy up too much
We aren’t allowed to be messy when we’re younger
We don’t think enough
about the simple stuff
We’re too aware all of our fears have us outnumbered

We all miss where we come from
Small towns with four walls
Cause when things start to change too much
We miss our younger blood
(Youth is bliss youth is blinding)
Younger blood
Younger blood
(Our younger blood felt so undying)
Younger Blood

The boys don’t grow up they get muscles
The girls don’t grow up they act young still
And everybody here’s gone insane
We work hard to set ourselves straight
Everybody’s stuck in their own way
Tryna outgrow their kid brains

We all try to control everything
We swear we’re doomed and then we just sink
Even cars can’t drive us down these streets
Cause we’re livin’ something larger than we think
But we don’t think that much
We don’t think for us
We tidy up too much
We aren’t allowed to be messy when we’re younger
We don’t think enough
about the simple stuff
We’re too aware all of our fears have us outnumbered

I miss feeling good enough
when I had my younger blood
I miss nights I didn’t doubt myself
I’m too underwhelmed to raise hell
I just miss my younger blood, younger blood, younger blood
Younger blood, younger blood, younger blood
Feeling good enough, good enough, good enough
We all miss our younger blood

We all try to control everything
We swear we’re doomed and then we just sink
Even cars can’t drive us down these streets
Cause we’re livin’ something larger than we think
But we don’t think that much
We don’t think for us
We tidy up too much
We aren’t allowed to be messy when we’re younger
We don’t think enough
about the simple stuff
We’re too aware all of our fears have us outnumbered
Track Name: Saints Until Fridays
Feeling so elastic
huddled over a computer screen
My bedroom walls
always soaked in LCDs
It all weighs on my chest
in this half-lit universe
Thoughts studding my ceiling
like beadwork

And I’ll marry everyone
Instead of falling in love
I’ll take all my thoughts and run
Cause I can never tell
If they’ll lead me down the wrong
I give up I’ll just die young

Driving my jeep in the mountains
I got youth in my glove compartment
My three best friends in the backseat
A car full of kid always in front of me
I got my three best friends in the backseat
A car full of kids always in front of me

Been so disheartened
since my very last birthday
Another year gone
it said it right there on my cake
in purple frosting
I swear I’m in a purple haze
Where time is plastic
And we all snap back into place
Snap back to yesterday
Snap back to being saints until Fridays
When the kids are never home
And nobody dies at all

Driving my jeep in the mountains
I got youth in my glove compartment
My three best friends in the backseat
A car full of kid always in front of me
I got my three best friends in the backseat
A car full of kids always in front of me

I pretend that life was so much better those days
I’ve been thinking about all my high school flames
And I don’t miss them
I don’t miss the bleachers
Everything was lonelier
I don’t miss them
I don’t miss cold weather
I’d rather just get older
than live for the former

Driving my jeep in the mountains
I got youth in my glove compartment
My three best friends in the backseat
A car full of kid always in front of me
I got my three best friends in the backseat
A car full of kids always in front of me