Amateur Blonde (bonus tracks)

by Amateur Blonde

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Three previously unreleased bonus tracks from Amateur Blonde's debut vinyl record (released Dec 2012).


released April 11, 2013

Ryan Roger O'Toole - Voices, Guitars, Organs & Omnichord
Matthew O'Toole - 'Dobro' Steel Guitar EFX on 'Older Then'



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'Amateur Blonde' is the music of Ryan Roger O'Toole, who writes songs that are rocking, brave and often autobiographical in nature.

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Track Name: Older Then
Afraid to call
Afraid to show
The face behind
The one you really know
Or do
You know?

And all you really wanted
The things they said you would
They knew
They knew

And now you pray for much less.
To be younger now would do
Would do
Would do

I knew you way back when
And we were older then

We made room for sleeping
We made room for stealing
We made room for dreaming

And now we can’t stop cheating
And now we can’t stop drinking
You know it's true.
Track Name: Always The Wild One
Home is almost the same,
almost looks the same.
The night the night hides the rain,
With sounds of approaching aeroplanes.
Approaching from the North.

You, You’re almost the same
You almost look the same.
Clutching the horse’s mane.
You were always the wild one.

Child number one
Momma’s favorite son.

Home is almost the same
Almost looks the same
You look almost the same
Clutching the horses mane

You were always the wild one.
Child number one
Momma’s favorite son.
Track Name: Big Business
They take your body
And many more.
With sandbag investments
to hide the odor of
Not my brother’s war
Not my father’s war
Not my grandfather’s war

They’ll ruin your mind
into the green zone
And they will tell you
That it’s just like home
but no,
It’s not my sister’s home
Not my mother’s home
Not my Grandmother’s home

They’ll steal your lines
And leave you holding the door
You never get this time back
And no one's keeping track,
'cuz no.
It’s not my war.
It’s not the people’s war.
It’s a Government War.