When You Were Young

by TRAVELLER'S TALES

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When you were young is our first ep and it collects our thougts, feels, emotions, life facts, in lyrics and music. When you were young means growing up on the surface but remain a kid, you used to be, in the inside.

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released December 5, 2014

Recorded at No Limit Studio, in Lucca, Italy during 2014
Produced, recorded, mixed and mastered by Michele Bertocchini (Under The Bed)
Music by Traveller's Tales
Lyrics by Alessandro Cheti and Daniele Scutumella
Featuring by Giovanni Riccardo (Adam Kills Eve)

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Sad tunes for sad kids.

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Track Name: When You Were Young
I've been up all these nights
counting this city lights,
listening to Jimmy Eat World,
planning my escape from this place.
So I started to write these songs about
how many times I've painted you
in my mind.
I'm playing with matches
but never found the guts to tell you how I cared.

I will hold on, keeping all those good memories
close to me
and when it will be said and done,
I'll leave like summer leaves in leaves
I will hold on, keeping all those good memories
close to me
I'll forever rewind my vhs, like when I was young.

Do you remember the night we feel in love
listening hand in hand to "the rock show?"
and every time I passed through your house
crouching you from your window
hoping to crawl in your bed with you.
I know that now you're living your own life.
I know I have to live mine.

I will hold on, keeping all those good memories
close to me
and when it will be said and done,
I'll leave like summer leaves in leaves
I will hold on, keeping all those good memories
close to me
I'll forever rewind my vhs, like when I was young.

And I still write all these fucking songs about
how I picture you in my mind
even if you're far away
I will hold on and start to live my life.
But jesus christ! I'm only 23 years old
yes, jesus christ! I am a walking mess.

I will hold on, keeping all those good memories
close to you
You'll forever rewind your vhs, like when you were young.
Track Name: High Life Plans
It's time, to set things right
even if I have to fight with myself
I terribly miss the old me, the one I'm pretending to be.
I'm walking on this floorboard
full of shard of glass
(7 years of bad luck)
but I'm still tryin' to be alive, still tryin' to survive.

I am what I choose to be
regrets, mistakes will never break me
I wear my heart on a sleeve
even if it's hard for me to handle.
I am what I choose to be
regrets, mistakes will never break me
I wear my heart on a sleeve
even if it's hard for me to handle.

7 years of bad luck
in those nightmares that I'm still stuck
pretending to feel different
but my mind is still fucked up.
Sorry to say that you're that blind,
you could have read between the lines,
sorry to say that I'm not that type,
not that guy who runs and hide.

I am what I choose to be
regrets, mistakes will never break me
I wear my heart on a sleeve
even if it's hard for me to handle.
I am what I choose to be
regrets, mistakes will never break me
I wear my heart on a sleeve
even if it's hard for me to handle.

I terribily miss the old me
the one that I pretend to be
even if I'm growing older
I'll never leave the boy who is inside of me.
I terribily miss the old me
the one that I pretend to be
even if I'm growing older
I'll never leave the boy who is inside of me.

I'm trying to be alive, I'm tryin to survive
I.M.N.S.A , my usually state of mind.

I am what I choose to be
regrets, mistakes will never break me
I wear my heart on a sleeve
even if it's hard for me to handle.
I am what I choose to be
regrets, mistakes will never break me
I wear my heart on a sleeve
even if it's hard for me to handle.
Track Name: Meet Me In Derry
Up here this place doesn't look so sad
and since you've left the grass has stopped it's growing.
It’s been so long since everything seemed to fit
I always pictured myself as being someone you’d miss.

I miss the smell of the rain when I passed next your house
but I'm not getting over it, getting used to it.
Even if the time passes
the wind still blows your name
I am sorry, but I won't wait for you anymore.

So meet me in derry and believe me
that you won't find floating balloons there
I know that you miss me everytime that you say my name.
You said you've thoughts to carry,
but you took time to knew me
and a minute to forget me.

Your hair is winter fire
January embers
my heart burns there, too.
I feel the weakness
and when I lie at my best, I lie to myself
like when I was young.
but I'm not getting over it, getting used to it
even if the time passes
the wind still blows your name.

So meet me in derry and believe me
that you won't find floating balloons there
I know that you miss me everytime that you say my name.
You said you've thoughts to carry,
but you took time to knew me
and a minute to forget me.

Your hair is winter fire
January embers
My heart burns there, too.
meet me in derry I won't wait for you.
Missing you feels like an endless winter.
Track Name: Gladstone Ave.
Latelly I've been
mentally occupied,
and my wallet is stuffed full of pictures, letters, keepsakes and memories.
So this is the first time and the last time
I'll let myself fuck up the person I want to be.

In my closet I've got skeletons that I hide
I hope I haven't left one outside
so please believe me when I tell you that my life
sucks more than you could ever bet.
But I'm not sorry anymore for my mistakes
because I've grown up and now I'm here to say:

I'm not growing older
I'm just getting stronger
even if I have to carry the weight of the world on my wobbly knees
I am holding on
and if the weight is too heavy
I am moving on, away from this.

I'll take the longest way to run away from home
and I know that I'm not sorry anymore.

So mirror mirror on the wall, tell me what I've been searching for,
cos I've been lost a part of myself thousand miles away from me.
How many times I've thought about this:
"I terribily miss the old me"
I'll follow the only light that will never goes out
just to find myself.

In my closet I've got skeletons that I hide
I hope I haven't left one outside
so please believe me when I tell you that my life
sucks more than you could ever ever bet
But I'm not sorry anymore for my mistakes
because I've grown up and now I'm here to say:

I'm not growing older
I'm just getting stronger
even if I have to carry the weight of the world on my wobbly knees
I am holding on
and if the weight is too heavy
I am moving on, away from this.

So this is the first time
and the last time
I'll let myself fuck up the person I want to be.

I'm not growing older
I'm just getting stronger
even if I have to carry the weight of the world on my wobbly knees
I am holding on
and if the weight is too heavy
I am moving on, away from this.
Track Name: Another Day, Another Year
As an another day pass by
I'll spend my nights alone wasting time in my bed,
listening to the same old sad songs.
But for an another day and another year,
I'll live my life away from fears,
I know that i have to tie up loose ends.
I feel like I should be concerned,
to all those things that i've burned
all I ever wanted was someone to tell me I'm wrong.

I'm just a kid who's stuck in the middle,
of being a man or remain the boy he used to be.
This place has never been my home,
but I need to carry on
I will rise up with my two feet.

Here we go again trying to fake a decent smile
to deal with these days that are all the same,
high hopes and good days It helps to think I'm not alone.
And I'm fighting with all my strenght,
just to feel okay,
high hopes and good days It helps to think I'm not alone.

And for all these things I've ever done,
I'm not sorry anymore.

I terribly miss the old me.