My Friends Are More Fucked Up than Me

by Maia Jern

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I'm so excited to be putting out this single! When I played my first gig with my ukulele, the song that got by far the best response was this one, so I want to share it with all of you. The B-side is the first song I ever wrote with my uke, and it's been a great experience to play with it and arrange it until it was just right.

Thank you for having a look and a listen, and if you decide to buy it, thank you even more!

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released April 30, 2012

All music, lyrics, vocals and instruments by Maia Jern.

Recorded and mixed by Maia Jern in April 2012, in her living room.

Artwork by Maia Jern

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Maia Jern Oslo, Norway

26-year-old rock and folk singer from Norway. I've got a green ukulele, a piano and a microphone. I use them to make music, and some of it ends up here.

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Track Name: My Friends Are More Fucked Up than Me
Everyone knows that he’s an alcoholic
And he won’t live past thirty and we’ll just learn to cope
Everyone knows that she is on so many
Behavioural meds it could anesthetise an elephant

And everyone knows that girl is a schizo
And everyone knows that guy is a psycho
And everyone, everyone knows

At least their friends are more fucked up than them
It takes a lot but they’ve managed all the same
At least their friends are more fucked up than them
They sometimes want to be in the club
But they know it’s an impossible job
At least their friends are more fucked up than them

I have a friend who cancels all her shrink appointments
At the last minute and reschedules again
And there’s the one who self medicates with everything
Including but not limited to alcohol and masturbation

And then there’s the ones who just generally wallow in it
Making excuses for why they never get their shit together
And everyone, everyone knows

At least their friends are more fucked up than them…

Then there is me, I don’t sleep, I just sit up all night
Playing video games just to pass the time
I’m so scared of rejection, I don’t have a job because
I never apply in case they don’t like me

I don’t go to a shrink because I’m scared to call one
I’m a high maintenance girlfriend, my lover just has to deal with it
But everyone, everyone knows

At least my friends are more fucked up than me
It takes a lot but they've managed all the same
At least my friends are more fucked up than me
And I sometimes want to be in their club
But I know it's an impossible job
At least my friends are more fucked up than me
Track Name: Waking Memories
It looked like a clear and present danger
And I’m sure that you thought you understood
Your heart wasn’t breaking when you told me
But your mind it was melting in its mould

Walking
Running
Chasing me home

So if I seem like I’m lashing out in anger
It is the voices in my head that make me sing
And if you thought it was your purpose to protect her
It was the voices in your head that made you cling
To waking memories

And something kept holding you back then
And you never stepped out of your shell
Afterwards you sank ever deeper
Into the world inside your wishing well

Walking
Running
Chasing me home

So if I seem like I’m lashing out in anger
It is the voices in my head that make me sing
And if you thought it was your purpose to protect her
It was the voices in your head that made you cling
To waking memories

You’re feeling closer
You’re walking on ice
You’re playing with fire
And you think it’s quite nice

Walking
Running
Chasing me home

So if I seem like I’m lashing out in anger
It is the voices in my head that make me sing
And if you thought it was your purpose to protect her
It was the voices in your head that made you cling
To waking memories

If I'm lashing out in anger
It is the voices in my head that make me sing
And if you thought it was your purpose to protect her
It was the voices in your head that made you cling
To waking memories
To waking memories

Walking
Running
Chasing me home