Lips Like Morphine

Lips Like Morphine

BandAlternativeRock

New wave synth driven indie rock band with crushing guitars and sing along vocals that will make you want to put your dancing shoes on.

Biography

Lips Like Morphine was put together by Charles and Ahmad Earland, sons of famous jazz musician Charles Earland (senior). Originally from from New York, the two found themselves reconnecting in Las Vegas to create music in 2007. They had a vision of creating new wave synth music with an edge. Original bassist for the Killers, Dell Star and guitarist PJ Paradise were the next two additions to the band. After going through several keyboardist, Chris Lash was found and was the final key ingredient to creating the sound of Lips Like Morphine.

Lyrics

City of Lights

Written By: Lips Like Morphine

Silicon parts and impure thoughts running around my head. White lines and too much time my soul is nearly dead. There are so many things I'ld like to forget. So many things that are quitely kept. If you only knew what happens after dark. Oh what are you gonna do?

You gonna run, run, run, run away from the city of lights. City of lights. City of. Run, run, run, run away from here.

I pack my things in black plastic bags and I'm out the door. Oh, this city it won't get me. I can't take no more. I put the top down on my ride. One last look and I say good-bye. If you only knew what happens after dark. Oh what are you gonna do?

You gonna run, run, run, run away from the city of lights. City of lights. City of. Run, run, run, run away from here.

Its not too late to say good-bye. Just pick yourself up and wipe the neon from your eye. She'll be alright without you. She'll be alright. The lights will shine as bright without you. The streets will find their way without you. She'll be alright. You've done your time.

You gonna run, run, run, run away from the city of lights. City of lights. City of. Run, run, run, run away from here.

It's not too late. It's never too late. It's not too late for you to make your final escape.

London's Burning

Written By: Lips Like Morphine

I woke this morning and made my plan. By mid afternoon, I drew my name in the sand. I'm on my way now. I hope that you will wait for me. I sold my soul to the devil for a ticket to ride. Back beats calling me in the back of my mind. You're getting closer. London I can hear your cries. Caught a ride to the airport. I got on a plane. Is that smoke that I smell over pink campaign? I'll put it out with my glass of wine.

Is London burning down in the distance? I hear her call my name. So here I come love. Here I come, Oh, here I come.

There's so many things I want to see and do. Take the tube from St. James to Waterloo. The feelings empire. If this a dream, don't wake me up. We take the stage on London Live out in Camden Town. I'm finally here, it's so surreal, it's London's underground. It's getting hotter. London can you feel the heat? The smoke is thick, the fire is hot, I see a flash of light. I just set the whole city on fire tonight. Then I put it out with my glass of wine.

Is London burning down in the distance? I hear her call my name. So here I come love. Here I come, Oh, here I come.

Oh here I come. Oh here I come.
Was this all just a dream?

The Radio

Written By: Lips Like Morphine

I don't care what you do with your life. You can forget about your dreams, but you won't take mine. Cause they are mine. You're wasting your time. I wasn't made for a 9 to 5. Oh, I want it so bad. I got my eye on the prize. I feel alive. Oh, so alive.

If you see me there, running around on stage with my fist thrown up in the air. Would you believe it was me at the show? Wait until you hear me on the radio.

I know it's just a matter of time. But its matters like this that make a difference in the way we live and the way that we die. I couldn't turn back now if I tried. I'm on my way to the top of this mountain cause I'm willing to climb. Higher and higher and I'm never coming down ever so...

If you see me there, running around on stage with my fist thrown up in the air. Would you believe it was me at the show? Wait until you hear me on the radio.

I see you standing there. Oh, with those ribbons in your hair. It's the way that you're talking to me. And the way that you stare. You must of heard me on the radio, you must have seen me on the stage. You must of heard me on the radio, you must have seen me on the stage.

I said...
If you see me there, running around on stage with my fist thrown up in the air. Would you believe it was me at the show? Wait until you hear me on the radio.

Discography

Sugarush EP '09

Set List

Estimated Set: 45 minutes