Have you downloaded The Leftovers yet?
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Two thousand views and still growing, watch the official music video for Charlee Remitz’s newest single “1,000 Ruined Holidays” now!
For fans of: Troye Sivan, Halsey, Lorde, and Melanie Martinez
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Can't raise a glass to my efforts yet 🍾 (at Brig, Switzerland)
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Como
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The 1,000 Ruined Holidays music video is here: link in bio #1RHMusicVideo
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at Hollywood
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Finally, we can all breathe again, because Charlee’s newest album is out now
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01 Valley Tantrums . . Get #SaintsUntilFridays on iTunes now!
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02 Chlorine . . Get #SaintsUntilFridays on iTunes now
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03 1,000 Ruined Holidays . . Get #SaintsUntilFridays now on iTunes
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04 Younger Blood . . Get #SaintsUntilFridays on iTunes now
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About Saints Until Fridays
Saints Until Fridays wasn't meant to be an album. I went into the studio to write the first track, "Valley Tantrums," with my producer, and then found myself yearning to be back in the studio again working on an entire project. It went from being one song, to being two songs, to being three songs, to then I wanted it to be four songs, until finally I was like, let's just do an entire EP.
I think Saints Until Fridays is sort of an exploration of the value of time and each of our present moments.
I forget.
I forget constantly how amazing this life of mine is. I'm where I wanted to be senior year of high school. But time goes about its usual business of dragging you to each place marker slowly until each "big deal" makes a tiny ripple, despite the seismic way it would've rocked my world back in high school. But I have found roots in the present moment. My producer, Mike, and I work together to realize our accomplishments, rather than letting them pass us. Rather than letting them be fleeting victories, we strive to let them impact us lastingly. And I think together, this album has brought us further into the only moment of our lives there is: this one.
-Charlee Remitz
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It’s out!
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#SaintsUntilFridays out now! . . Saints Until Fridays wasn't meant to be an album. I went into the studio to write the first track, "Valley Tantrums," with my producer, and then found myself yearning to be back in the studio again working on an entire project. It went from being one song, to being two songs, to being three songs, to then I wanted it to be four songs, until finally I was like, let's just do an entire EP. I think Saints Until Fridays is sort of an exploration of the value of time and each of our present moments. I forget. I forget constantly how amazing this life of mine is. I'm where I wanted to be senior year of high school. But time goes about its usual business of dragging you to each place marker slowly until each "big deal" makes a tiny ripple, despite the seismic way it would've rocked my world back in high school. But I have found roots in the present moment. My producer, Mike, and I work together to realize our accomplishments, rather than letting them pass us. Rather than letting them be fleeting victories, we strive to let them impact us lastingly. And I think together, this album has brought us further into the only moment of our lives there is: this one.
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We bang our head on walls all night
Like handprints in cement
We feel so stuck in our lives
So we wish away our time
We are just barely surviving
And we feel like products of bad timing
The boys don’t grow up they get muscles
The girls don’t grow up they act young still
And everybody here’s gone insane
We work hard to set ourselves straight
Everybody’s stuck in their own way
Tryna outgrow their kid brains
We all try to control everything
We swear we’re doomed and then we just sink
Even cars can’t drive us down these streets
Cause we’re livin’ something larger than we think
But we don’t think that much
We don’t think for us
We tidy up too much
We aren’t allowed to be messy when we’re younger
We don’t think enough
about the simple stuff
We’re too aware all of our fears have us outnumbered
We all miss where we come from
Small towns with four walls
Cause when things start to change too much
We miss our younger blood
(Youth is bliss youth is blinding)
Younger blood
Younger blood
(Our younger blood felt so undying)
Younger Blood
The boys don’t grow up they get muscles
The girls don’t grow up they act young still
And everybody here’s gone insane
We work hard to set ourselves straight
Everybody’s stuck in their own way
Tryna outgrow their kid brains
We all try to control everything
We swear we’re doomed and then we just sink
Even cars can’t drive us down these streets
Cause we’re livin’ something larger than we think
But we don’t think that much
We don’t think for us
We tidy up too much
We aren’t allowed to be messy when we’re younger
We don’t think enough
about the simple stuff
We’re too aware all of our fears have us outnumbered
I miss feeling good enough
when I had my younger blood
I miss nights I didn’t doubt myself
I’m too underwhelmed to raise hell
I just miss my younger blood, younger blood, younger blood
Younger blood, younger blood, younger blood
Feeling good enough, good enough, good enough
We all miss our younger blood
We all try to control everything
We swear we’re doomed and then we just sink
Even cars can’t drive us down these streets
Cause we’re livin’ something larger than we think
But we don’t think that much
We don’t think for us
We tidy up too much
We aren’t allowed to be messy when we’re younger
We don’t think enough
about the simple stuff
We’re too aware all of our fears have us outnumbered
Younger Blood by Charlee Remitz
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There are corks in the pool
Teeth stark against purple lips
We're drunk swimmin'
Been growin' up
outta the neighborhood
with the same cast of girls
and their boyfriends
I could stand to have somebody reach for my hand
helpin' pull me through a sweatshirt that's too small for my head
We're soberin' up but we've still got a ways
to go until we're ready to separate
This poolside is lit with all these text messages
My phone is dead on the cement
I sink under the surface
I'm pretty good right here
with pink jet clouds above my head
And my friends are all diving in
And the rest of us are talking shit
Our shins are aqua blue
We left our hearts on our chairs
Cause sometimes we just wanna forget 'bout the future and have chlorine in our hair
We're up on the ledge
Tan legs looking golden
in the sunset
I'm a good host
I love these girls the most
But I miss it
Being selfish
A half-hearted buzz is enough to make me want boys I hate
Droppin' back in with the bottle feeling flatter than the basketball floating
I laugh but I'm not joking
We're soberin' up but we've still got a ways
to go until we're ready to separate
This poolside is lit with all these text messages
My phone is dead on the cement
I sink under the surface
I'm pretty good right here
with pink jet clouds above my head
And my friends are all diving in
And the rest of us are talking shit
Our shins are aqua blue
We left our hearts on our chairs
Cause sometimes we just wanna forget 'bout the future and have chlorine in our hair
I know when I feel like this
Like I'll never get kissed
Or I'll kiss death first before I ever make it
My best friend is right there
My friends will always be here
Floatin' on their backs
Swimmin' in laps
Showin' up fast
Never turnin' me away
when I've turned to glass
The past is in the past
But right now we're alive in this chlorine
I'm pretty good right here
with pink jet clouds above my head
And my friends are all diving in
And the rest of us are talking shit
Our shins are aqua blue
We left our hearts on our chairs
Cause sometimes we just wanna forget 'bout the future and have chlorine
And my friends are all diving in
And the rest of us are talking shit
Our shins are aqua blue
We left our hearts on our chairs
Cause sometimes we just wanna forget 'bout the future and have chlorine in our hair
Chlorine by Charlee Remitz
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