Post Party Depression: Part I

by Veseria

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released November 30, 2018

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Veseria Indianapolis, Indiana

Veseria is fronted by husband/wife songwriting team, Jen and Patrick Roberts. With Kyle Perkon on drums, Phil Sloan on bass guitar and Ben Jarvis on Trumpet, they have released 2 full length albums and 1 EP - all available for free download right here.

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Track Name: Bite the Hand
You say not to bite the hand that feeds.
Does that apply when it is poisoning me?
Conducting it's political symphony,
May I please be granted amnesty.

A general disconnect has eaten away at the cables that tethered me.
Now I seek discontent as apathy takes over me.

You say not to bite the hand that feeds.
Does that apply when it is poisoning me?
Conducting it's political symphony,
May I please be granted amnesty.

It seems I cannot comply to rigorous standards. I've so much grander conceptions.
A mother must first provide, but what lies beneath impacts vastly.

You say not to bite the hand that feeds.
Does that apply when it is poisoning me?
Conducting it's political symphony,
May I please be granted amnesty.

It's tragic this static;
Anxious for a memory.
Soul weathered. Will severed.
Could content be just a dream?
I yearn for so much more.
I must confess
I always dreamed of happiness.

You say not to bite the hand that feeds.
Does that apply when it is poisoning me?
Conducting it's political symphony,
May I please be granted amnesty.
Track Name: Robotics
I built myself a person.
He's serious and tall.
I can't quite remember his name.
I don't know his friends at all.

I see you looking at me.
Like I'm some kind of knife.
You said this life's a prison but you ain't yet
Been alive.

I built myself a person.
She's static and she's strong.
I often see her in my mirror.
But we don't chat very long.

I see you coming at me
Like I'm some kind of drug.
Why you gotta be so distant baby you know
We all need a hug, from time to time.

I feel you tinkering with me
Like I'm some kind of drone.
Did you think I built these people so I wouldn't be alone.
I wanna be alone.
I wanna be alone.
I wanna be alone.
Track Name: Do What Thou Wilt
I don't want you out the door.
I don't want you on the floor.
I've got three words for you decor.
You can give it all but I want more.

I don't care who's blood is spilt.
Do what thou wilt.

Gimme that fortune. Gimme that fame.
Gimme that life on an earthly plain.
Make my fingers hot. Make my guitar burn.
That's the only way they'll ever learn.

I don't care who's blood is spilt.
Do what thou wilt.

Dark Angel give me your light. (Dark Angel give me your light)
Dark Angel give me your light. (Dark Angel give me your light)
Dark Angel give me your light. (Dark Angel give me your light)
Dark Angel give me your light.

I don't care who's blood is spilt.
Do what thou wilt.
Track Name: Oh, Emily
Did I ever tell you Emily
In that moment I could feel the sting
Of every word you ever said to me
and words I never said back.
I loved you the most.
That's why I could never leave this post.
Jealously guarding from across the street,
Oh, Emily!

And I've seen the shapes that you formed into my head
In the hours after I learned that you were dead
And the colors in my eyes went red.
Oh, Emily.

You were born
to a mother already torn
From this world years ago
You said you never stood a chance.
You held my hand in spring;
The grass stains on my knees.
From your window I could hear you sing.
I'd sing along in my sleep.

And I've seen the shapes that you formed into my head
In the hours after I learned that you were dead
And the colors in my eyes went red.
Oh, Emily.

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