Kerosene EP

by Chartered Trips

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released May 31, 2016

Vocals/Guitar/Lyrics by I.Bethel

Recorded/Mixed/Mastered by Scott McColl



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Chartered Trips Glasgow, UK

'Chartered Trips' is the solo project of Iain Bethel who plays in Glasgow Punk/Indie outfit UNDO.
The debut EP 'Kerosene' cites influences in Bob Mould, Eric Bachman, Elliott Smith. It is reminiscent of Billy Bragg in its simple Voice/Electric Guitar composition.

Iain has supported the likes of Grant Hart from Husker Du and Pinact.
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Track Name: Trained To Be No One
lets never come here again, it would never be the same
I cant live the way I want to
lost control from the start, brickwalls standing tall
nowhere left for me to go
live your life at home, battle lines carved in stone
being trained to be no one

I cant be soulless
I wont fade to exist
to me you are soulless
trained to be no one

I see the look on your face, I see your disgrace
lost control from the start
this is who I am, i know you cant understand
trained to be no one

Lose control find out on your own
lose control find out on your own
Track Name: Your Control(Crooked Fingers Cover)
Lyrics by Eric Bachman
Track Name: ERIF
bad blood turned red from blue
tear my eyes when i see you
I hope to hell im right about you/me

we sleep in the fire that keeps us in/burns our skin
we hide away in a black room
four walls/collapsing confidence

remember/help me remember
you are the joy in me

I wont drive a nail through your head when you drive your car over me
I have a black hole I fall into
I see yours too
Track Name: Kerosene
you will suffer again
when the walls cave in
tie the leaves to the trees
they can never leave me
like this feeling inside
the decay in my mind
tear the bones from my skin
give me feeling again

under fire we lay, in the kerosene rain

everyday it escapes, like smoke so insane
the way you hang your head, distorted self defense

in this house the walls are bleeding out
they don't hear you scream
they don't hear you

under fire we lay