Punchline

by Georgia Roworth

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Debut 5-track EP from Pop/Rock Singer/Songwriter Georgia Roworth
Music and lyrics by Georgia Roworth
Produced by The Recording Booth

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released 04 November 2013

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Georgia Roworth Ipswich, UK

Georgia Roworth is a 17 year old pop/rock singer and songwriter from Ipswich, Suffolk, United Kingdom. Her original songs combine pop/rock influences, with strong lead vocals and acoustic guitar.

Georgia has had much online success with the full-band recordings of her original songs and released her debut EP on 4th November 2013.
She has performed at many local venues, gigs and open mic nights.
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Track Name: Rockstar
There it is, it's the truth it is obvious
Everybody is someone that they're not
They put on their clothes and make-up
But is it really ever enough?

A fine effort, truly spectacular
How you got us thinking you were a rockstar
Turns out it was all for show and fun
And every note you produced was lip-synced

Because you wear studs and black
But I'm more rockstar than that
I actually play the Guitar on my back
The sound's my joy
I'm the real McCoy
You think it's a style
You forget the music
Yeah you think you have more claim
Because you wear studs and black
But I'm more rockstar than that

(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)

You got a bad attitude, that don't make you cool
That's stereotypical, purely hypothetical
You got dyed hair, I don't care
That don't make you edgy, here's the truth are you ready?

Because you wear studs and black
But I'm more rockstar than that
I actually play the Guitar on my back
The sound's my joy
I'm the real McCoy
You think it's a style
You forget the music
Yeah you think you have more claim
Because you wear studs and black
But I'm more rockstar than that

(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)

Yeah you're no rockstar
Though you think that you are
Can't play Guitar
Wouldn't know where to start
Yeah you're no rockstar
Though you think that you are
Can't play Guitar
Wouldn't know where to start

Because you wear studs and black
But I'm more rockstar than that
I actually play the Guitar on my back
The sound's my joy
I'm the real McCoy
You think it's a style
You forget the music
Yeah you think you have more claim
Because you wear studs and black
But I'm more rockstar than that
Track Name: Avoiding You
I've got my phone on silent
I'm not talking to you
I've got my front door locked, yeah
You're not coming through

I've got my eyes watching the window
It's fine, 'cos you already know

I'm not calling
You back any more, just walk through the door
I'm falling
This black is a hole, I'm outta control
It's hopeless
'Cos I'm avoiding you

You're a piece of work
You're denying you ever lied
And I'm just a joke that's
Damaging your pride

I've got my spies that stand in my corner
Though you're fine, I thought I'd better warn ya

I'm not calling
You back any more, just walk through the door
I'm falling
This black is a hole, I'm outta control
It's hopeless
'Cos I'm avoiding you

It's hard, It's hard, It's hard
To quite understand why things go bad
It's hard, It's hard, It's hard
To quite understand why you'd do that
It's hard, It's hard, It's hard
To quite understand and it makes me mad

I'm not calling
You back any more, just walk through the door
I'm falling
This black is a hole, I'm outta control
It's hopeless (Yeah)
'Cos I'm avoiding you

(It's hard, It's hard, It's hard to quite)
(It's hard, It's hard, It's hard to quite)
Track Name: Punchline
Me, I'm the elephant in the room
Don't think no, I just do
You, enemy I can't see
We, will never be anything

I'm like the air that you desperately
Need, I can make you strong and tough
But, only if you get enough
Love, even though we don't go

'Cos I'm your punchline, your punch bag
Don't tell me I'm, don't tell me I'm, don't tell me I'm not right
Being your punchline, it ain't nice
Don't tell me you, don't tell me you, don't know what you put me through
Your jokes are proof

I'm clearly not where you should be
You breathe, fast and hurriedly
Please, I really do not bite
Try, to realise, see my side

Knock me back with a baseball bat
That, is never gonna keep me down
Now, that I know all that you are is mean
Read, all the signs, you're obliged

'Cos I'm your punchline, your punch bag
Don't tell me I'm, don't tell me I'm, don't tell me I'm not right
Being your punchline, it ain't nice
Don't tell me you, don't tell me you, don't know what you put me through
Your jokes are proof

Just when I think you're gone, you come back around
Reverberation, without a sound
Yeah, when the penny drops I will find it funny
I hope you're truly shocked and that it keeps rerunning

(Oh)

That I was your punchline, your punchbag (punch bag)
Don't tell me I'm, don't tell me I'm, don't tell me I'm not right
Being your punchline, it ain't nice (ain't nice)
Don't tell me you, don't tell me you, don't know what you put me through
Your jokes are proof
Track Name: Belief
Argued again
Pushed me off the edge
You don’t know what’s beneath
What I'm hiding to even you

There's things inside my head
You should be easing them instead
Of calling me out
On the things that are wrong with me

I’m not sorry
Won’t apologise
It’s not fair, it’s not right
I want you by my side
But you’re floating ten feet in the air

It’s a cold breeze
When you’re there with me, oh
You are cruel, you are mean
You're the world to me
But I'm losing reality
I'm not asking for much
I'm just wanting a little belief

So this is insecurity
What it's like to hate being me
Want to wake in the light
And feel beautifully alright

I’m not sorry
Won’t apologise
It’s not fair, it’s not right
I want you by my side
But you’re floating ten feet in the air

It’s a cold breeze
When you’re there with me, oh
You are cruel, you are mean
You're the world to me
But I'm losing reality
I'm not asking for much
I'm just wanting a little belief

What ya gonna do?
What ya gonna do?
Oh baby tell me
Who you gonna be?
Who you gonna be?
When there's no more me
When I’m lost completely
And I'm losing, I'm losing
I'm losing just who I should be

I’m not sorry
Won’t apologise
It’s not fair, it’s not right
I want you by my side
But you’re floating ten feet in the air

It’s a cold breeze
When you’re there with me
You are cruel, you are mean
You're the world to me
But I'm losing reality
Oh, oh, oh woah

I’m not asking for much
I'm just wanting a little belief

I’m not asking for much
I'm just wanting a little belief
Track Name: Maybe
I know it's never easy
But who are we to say
That it's impossible
In a naive kinda way

And hey, I know its crazy
But take a look
And admit you're gonna have to learn the hard way
'Cos we all have to someday and

Maybe It's just how it goes
Maybe it's the messed up way things work
Maybe it's 2AM
Sitting up asking what you're worth
And it hurts
But maybe, maybe, maybe, you'll know someday

Maybe

I know it's never simple
But who are we to judge
If taking the high ground
Really works of not

And hey, I know it's crazy
But take a look
And try to figure out the better plan
'Cos your only ever gonna get one chance and

Maybe It's just how it goes
Maybe it's the messed up way things work
Maybe it's 2AM
Sitting up asking what you're worth
And it hurts
But maybe, maybe, maybe, you'll know someday

Maybe

Maybe you'll know someday
Badambahbahbah
Day
Badambahbahbah, oh

Maybe It's just how it goes
Maybe it's the messed up way things work
Maybe it's 2AM
Sitting up asking what you're worth
Maybe it's the pain in your chest
When you see what you can't posses
Maybe it's the burning fire
Your hearts own deep desire
And it hurts
But maybe, maybe, maybe, you'll know someday

Maybe
Maybe