From Russia With A Lack Of Love​/​Cabin Fever 7"

by Empty Lungs

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Double A side single released 20/08/14 on 7'' Vinyl via Jobsworth records. BUY HERE: tinyurl.com/pfawmke

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released 20 August 2014

Recorded, Engineered and mixed by Rocky 0' Reilly at Start Together Studios, Belfast, Produced by Empty Lungs and Rocky O' Reilly and mastered at Enormous Door Studios in Austin, Texas.

Written and performed by Empty Lungs. Copyright Empty Lungs 2014.

Russia side Art work by Mykie Rowan.
Cabin Fever side by Ian Anderson, harsh vibes art/Dead To Me

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Track Name: From Russia With A Lack Of Love
Another horror story I can't believe my eyes
Fear still breeding hate, this hate that i despise
I see the Irony oh it isn't lost on me
But old Vladimir still stuck in the 19th Century

We're better than this.

From Russia, with a lack of love

Young Russian hearts, trembling in fear
Chained emotions locked inside a cage
Well I say to love is to be human
They take away the air you breath when that love it is forbidden

We're better than this.

From Russia, with a lack of love
Track Name: Cabin Fever
The rain it never stops falling
I swear I hear a better life calling
I've got doubts about the road we're taking
Throw caution to the wind yea I think we'll make it

We drink our nights away
And hope we won't wake feeling the same way
It's so stale, but you know that we will
It drains our hope a little more each day
Clinging on for dear life in our own special way:
Planning our escape

The rain it never stops falling
I swear I hear a better life calling
I've got doubts about the road we're taking
Throw caution to the wind yea I think we'll make it

Your mind it roams astray
Numbing your heart to the cold affray
It's so stale, can you even feel?
Nothing left of yourself and you can't take it
Happiness a farce you can't even fake it
We all need something real.

The rain it never stops falling
Throw caution to the wind yea I think we'll make it.