If There's Anything More E​.​P

by Laura Catlow

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I hope enjoy these two songs, written in a daze of confusion, unemployment, employment, further unemployment and disillusion.

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released August 1, 2010

Words and music by Laura Catlow
Guitar and Vocals by Laura Catlow

But it isn't ALL about me..

Produced by Rob Pook
2nd guitar by Rob Pook

CD artwork by Laura Catlow
Photograph by Ed Firminger

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Track Name: If There's Anything More Soul Destroying Than Working In Telesales I Don't Want To Know About It
We work in telesales, and I.T, in admin and libraries
We sell sweets and work in cafes, we're shop assistants and police ladies
We're part time photographers and artists, and poets, and djs, and writers and musicians,
We're in bands, we're fans with fisted hands, and smile through the ugly truth we're screwed because we don't know just what's coming where we're going.

I live for the weekend, for that moment, that feeling, that seeing and believing
I live for the weekend, do you want to lose yourself with me.

None of us are even sure where we will be in a year or more
Except for one or two, with their head screwed on their shoulders
And we'll just laugh along pretend we're not getting older
I, just realised, I'm not sure why, or where, you and me fit out there
And you hate your job because it's not what's in your heart
Don't you hate it at 8 when we part?
I spend my time, waiting for 5, to shine, to ride to your house on my bike.
Don't you love that I'm 22 and that's how I get to you, the sun was shining all the way,
And I dreamt I was in LA.

I live for the weekend, for that moment, that feeling, that seeing and believing
I live for the weekend, do you want to lose yourself with me.



We work in telesales, and I.T, in admin and libraries
We sell sweets and work in cafes, we're shop assistants and police ladies
We're part time photographers and artists, and poets, and djs, and writers and musicians,
We're in bands, we're fans with fisted hands, we smile through the ugly truth we're screwed because we don't know just what's coming where we're going.

I live for the weekend, for that moment, that feeling, that seeing and believing
I live for the weekend, do you want to lose yourself with me.

I will give you my best, and you can choose to take or leave the rest.
Track Name: The Chicken Shop Blues
I staggered through the kitchen through red ribbons went outside
He said "dont go empty handed hen" and I died a bit inside
The rain went in my shoes and I filled them up with paper
I tried to phone you, you hung up, said "we'll take about it later"

A song I hate's on the radio when I go back inside
I just pretend I'm in a film about the worst day of my life
And on the way to work and I tend to look out the window
And often I pretend I'm in my latest video

I can see I am trying to hard to be somebody else
Judy said 'you can only be a first rate version of yourself'

No I won't stop, no not now
Offer me an easy way out
I'll take it, Maybe I'll make it on my own
But I'll contemplate it
I hope that I'll never hurt you, I promise I won't desert you

But I can't spend my days working all week on minimum wage

I swear last week the devil came and sat right next to me
The darkness in his eyes nearly swept me off my seat
Pray I'm never so hollow as those loveless lives
Counting every hour down to death on central drive

Sometimes I wonder in this God forsaken town
Am I the only one with a heart that still pounds
And every time I ask "Any sauce with that?" I die
A little more each time, and if I could I'd cry
I can see I am trying to hard to be somebody else
Judy said 'you can only be a first rate version of yourself'

No I won't stop, no not now
Offer me an easy way out
I'll take it, Maybe I'll make it on my own
But I'll contemplate it
I hope that I'll never hurt you, I promise I won't desert you

But I can't spend my days working all week on minimum wage

And it's getting me down, down, down
I wish I was on top, top, Oh God

I can see I am trying to hard to be somebody else
Judy said 'you can only be a first rate version of yourself'

Stop, no not now
Offer me an easy way out
I'll take it, I'll make it on my own
I'll contemplate it
I hope that I'll never hurt you, I promise I won't desert you

But I can't spend my days working all week on minimum wage.