An Open Book [Demo​/​EP]

by Scott James

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released April 1, 2017

Songs written, performed, arranged and produced by Scott James.
Recorded in a basement with one microphone.
Artwork by Scott James.

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Scott James Ontario

Canadian DIY solo musician. I play drums, guitar, bass and sing.

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Track Name: Maybe
How do you know,
what you're supposed to do?
Do you go with your gut instinct,
or does your brain tell you?
When to start, when to stop?
I just can’t figure it out.
I often wonder if there's anyone else like me.

Maybe I like the moon,
'cause you're free to stare with no burning glare.
Maybe I like to dream
because there is no conscious stream.

Everywhere I go I feel so isolated and alone.
I can’t relate or even try to communicate.
I wish I could find a girl to understand, but right now
I feel like a shell of a man.

Maybe I like the moon,
'cause you're free to stare with no burning glare.
Maybe I like to dream,
because there is no conscious stream.

I've got so many regrets that fill up my mind.
I just can’t seem to focus on one at a time.
It feels like I might lose my mind.

Maybe I like the moon,
'cause you're free to stare with no burning glare.
Maybe I like to dream,
because there is no conscious stream.

And maybe I want to die,
and cease to be alive.
Track Name: Drifting Apart
We're on this blue rock,
Floating through space, and discovered all the land.
They've stripped the forests, and created a concrete society.

All the cities and towns, villages and homes.
But further and further we are,
We're drifting apart.
Sometimes, I wish we could,
Just simply restart.

This gorilla glass, it's burning my eyes.
These blinding lights they seem to drown
the emotions out of our daily lives.
They call it social media, but to me,
It looks a lot more like social disintegration.

We're all too quick to judge,
imposing our opinions,
shaming, blaming and blatantly hating.

Cities and towns, villages and homes.
But further and further we are,
We're drifting apart.
Sometimes, I wish we could,
Just simply restart.
Lets delete the apps and, never look back.

I don't know if it's just me, but its almost,
almost like we're turning into a wired species.
In this technological age, we should all decide,
Is this really the best way to survive?
Track Name: Finding it Hard to Relate
I don't really fit in,
I like to hide away from the world.
Maybe throw on a TV show,
or one of those podcasts or two.
Half the time it feels like I'm insane,
it's like I lost track of my own brain.

I don't really mean to complain,
but I'm finding it hard to relate.
Sometimes I'm not really sure,
if I'm going to end up completely insane.

I've only got just a couple of friends.
I'm not a fan of all the social media.
Try to keep my life a little more simpler.
Maybe I've got no confidence,
or maybe I'm crippled by fear..
I don't really know, but it's late,
and I probably should just go to bed.

I don't really mean to complain,
but I'm finding it hard to relate.
Sometimes I'm not really sure,
if I'm going to end up completely insane.

Do I sound crazy to you?
Maybe it's all in my head.
None of this really matters,
'cause the past remains as history,
and the future is a complete mystery.
Track Name: Distractions
Last night when I went to bed
my mind was racing and I started to spin.
And now today I feel like an outcast.
I start to get the shakes,
and I just can't relate.
It feels like I'm going insane.

I don't really care about materials,
I don't give a damn, about your education.
To me they're all distractions
to separate us from this infinite constellation.

Come to think of it,
I kind of feel insane,
Depressed and alone, with nowhere to go.
Sometimes I wish there was
an off button for this comatose,
but the only way it seems is an overdose.

So, I don't really care about materials,
I don't give a shit, about your education.
To me they're all distractions to separate us
from this infinite constellation.

I don't really know,
but maybe tomorrow I'll find what I'm looking for.
But for today, I think I'll just close the door.
Track Name: The Dirt, and the Stone
I woke up this morning,
thinking about the past.
You know, I probably shouldn't be doing that.
It seems that I'm trapped there,
with no escape.
And I can't seem to find my way.
But, I hope that will all change,

I feel so out of place in this world,
I don't know who I am, or where I'm going.
So, I sit here in this windowless room,
beneath the dirt and the stone.
Track Name: The Ricochet
Anxiety creeping and crawling up your spine.
Your core is boiling, about to burst
and you're out of time.
Your blood is burning, your heart is racing, and guts keep churning.

Biting your nails
ripping the skin.
nobody knows the pain you're in.

You just can't decide to choose, which weight you want to lose.
What role are we meant to play on this godforsaken ricochet?
Darkness is welded into your mind, you're trapped in the past with no escape.

White hospital walls, armed officials hover like a thick fog.
Treating the lonely kid like a dead rabid dog.

I don't want your medications,
I don't need your advice.
You mimic the ticks and the lice.
Hopelessness is here, the past is your curse, and the future you fear.

Biting your nails,
ripping the skin,
nobody knows the pain you're in.

Never will I be capable to decide,
do I live, or do I die?