The Truth Hurts So This Should Be Painless - Her Space Holiday

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Embed: You gotta find your song you gotta use your voice.
Hold your breath and count to three,
If you know the words sing along with me."


Which side are you on my friend?
Which side are you on?
You've grown your life in the shallow grave;
Hold it up to the sun.
We all wish we were younger then, so we would have an excuse.
Shut our mouths in the virgin banes; in the lies of a hundred years.
Just another lonely evening,
What a waste of a Saturday night.
Just another early Sunday? s coming.
Everything looks different in the light.


It's common sense of history
From the notes we sing to the books we read.
From the writer's pen to the dancer's feet,
Somewhere in the middle we all meet.
It's a tragic tale of industry
From the wars we wage in the name of peace.
From a child's laugh to a soldier's fear,
Somewhere in the moment we all share.
It's a nagging wave of urgency,
You and I have to change these things
Or the ground will break beneath our feet.
Swallow up you and me and everything.


Truth hurts so this should be painless.
All you'll feel is a pinch in your spine.
From the place where the rosin bombs were
Before you went and had a good time.
Devil has so many faces
Never know which one he? s hidin? behind
? Till the two of you take of your clothes
Tell each other the sweetest lines.
Just another lonely evening
What a waste of a Saturday night.
Just another early Sunday? s coming
Everything looks different in the light


Which side are you on my friend?
Which side are you on?
You've grown your life in the shallow grave;
Hold it up to the sun.
We all wish we were younger then, so we would have an excuse.
Shut our mouths in the virgin banes; in the lies of a hundred years.
Just another lonely evening,
What a waste of a Saturday night.
Just another early Sunday? s coming.
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The Truth Hurts So This Should Be Painless Lyrics

Other night as I lay asleep
I woke to the sound of the telephone ring.
Reached for the line I tried to be brave,
'Cause only trouble would call that late.
It could've been the whiskey it could've been the coke,
Either way he was losin' his hope.
He asked me do I sit and think
About the things I do and what they mean.
I said "in life we all got a choice.
You gotta find your song you gotta use your voice.
Hold your breath and count to three,
If you know the words sing along with me."


Which side are you on my friend?
Which side are you on?
You've grown your life in the shallow grave;
Hold it up to the sun.
We all wish we were younger then, so we would have an excuse.
Shut our mouths in the virgin banes; in the lies of a hundred years.
Just another lonely evening,
What a waste of a Saturday night.
Just another early Sunday? s coming.
Everything looks different in the light.


It's common sense of history
From the notes we sing to the books we read.
From the writer's pen to the dancer's feet,
Somewhere in the middle we all meet.
It's a tragic tale of industry
From the wars we wage in the name of peace.
From a child's laugh to a soldier's fear,
Somewhere in the moment we all share.
It's a nagging wave of urgency,
You and I have to change these things
Or the ground will break beneath our feet.
Swallow up you and me and everything.


Truth hurts so this should be painless.
All you'll feel is a pinch in your spine.
From the place where the rosin bombs were
Before you went and had a good time.
Devil has so many faces
Never know which one he? s hidin? behind
? Till the two of you take of your clothes
Tell each other the sweetest lines.
Just another lonely evening
What a waste of a Saturday night.
Just another early Sunday? s coming
Everything looks different in the light


Which side are you on my friend?
Which side are you on?
You've grown your life in the shallow grave;
Hold it up to the sun.
We all wish we were younger then, so we would have an excuse.
Shut our mouths in the virgin banes; in the lies of a hundred years.
Just another lonely evening,
What a waste of a Saturday night.
Just another early Sunday? s coming.
Everything looks different in the light.

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Her Space Holiday is Marc Bianchi, a musician with roots in the California emo scene. During the early 90's, he was part of the highly influential emo band Indian Summer. Marc began recording under the moniker Her Space Holiday in 1996. It started as a simple affair: just a four track, a couple of cheap microphones, a beat up drum set, a guitar, and the desire to make music on his own. The band released the album Young Machines in 2003. His most recent album is 'XOXO, Panda & The New Kid Revival.'
Since the release of Her Space Holiday's first EP, the band has released six full length albums, several singles and EP's, and a remix album. He has toured with the likes of Bright Eyes, The Faint, Pinback, Bob Mould, The American Analog Set and others. He has also remixed songs from REM, Duster, The Faint, The American Analog Set and others.

Initially, Bianchi was not interested in releasing Her Space Holiday's first works, as he was focused on launching the bands associated with his new (now defunct) record label Audio Information Phenomena. However, after being approached by Chocolate River Industries to record a 12" EP, Her Space Holiday became Bianchi's full time project.

It has been a slow build from the get go. Until the release of 2003's "The Young Machines" (Mush/Wichita, V2/And Records) which reached #2 on CMJ's top 200, garnered critical success in the music industry, even the 2004 Polish idol winner Monika Brodka covered HSH's "My Girlriend's Boyfriend" earning her the Polish equivalent to a grammy for "debut single of the year". All of this has greatly expanded the HSH profile. So what now?


PRESENT(S):

There has been a lot of changes both personally and professionally for Marc. After living in Austin, Texas for nearly three years, he decided to move back to California. He packed his bags and settled in to a little house in the middle of nowhere in Northern California. And began recording tracks for his latest effort "The Past Presents The Future". In extreme isolation and creative re-evaluation, the content of the Her Space Holiday sound and meaning became much broader than on his previous works. Though some of the "staple" Her Space Holiday elements remain present, (minimal guitars, string arrangements, and simple beats) the lyrics have morphed from short sided, one person perspectives, into short stories starring characters and imagery that we all can find in our daily lives. In the end, leaving the listener feeling like they have experienced a collection of parables rather than a stack of confessions. Desperation has been replaced by hope, and denial with responsibility. The songs on the past presents the future are not any less personal then those on the previous Her Space Holiday albums. But the difference this time around, is rather then feeling like you are looking into the life of one songwriter, you walk away with a sense of getting a deeper glimpse into the world around you.

Ever conscious of the visual representation of Her Space Holiday, Marc has teamed up once again with long time friend, and The Young Machines designer Hanni El Khatib. Whose design credits include (contributions to neomu: by Deanne Cheuk, Faesthetic, Freedom Book, T-Shirt designs for Huf, Influx Magazine, Amnesty International, Nike, Tom Clancy, EA Games, as well as running his own T-shirt design label called 06.08).

While awaiting the release of The Past Presents The Future, Marc has also been hard at work doing remixes for Bright Eyes, Boom Bip, Kid 606, American Analog Set, and Idiot Pilot. With many more to come before the end of this year.


THE FUTURE:

There are so many projects on the table for Her Space Holiday and Marc Bianchi right now, that sleep doesn't really seem to be an option. Besides the upcoming 6 month world tour that is in the works to promote "The Past Presents The Future", and a pile of remix offers, Marc and long time friend/collaborator Hanni El Khatib will also be launching a new record label and production team under the title "Money Fight". The label philosophy behind Money Fight is rather unique. To not make money. Only releasing white label 12"'s that feature musical collaborations between Her Space Holiday and Street Price (Hanni's project). The records will not be available in stores, they will be handed out strictly to DJ's in major markets, as well as sold at Her Space Holiday/Street Price shows for wholesale. It's making music for the sake of people hearing it. Pure and simple. The production side of Money Fight will consist of hanni and marc lending their vastly different musical styles to other artists in the form of remixes and album production. The two of them will also be collaborating on a design/short story book that is slated for release in the summer of 06.

So in a sense, the release of "The Past Presents The Future" signifies more than just a new album for Her Space Holiday. Its a jump off for the next chapter. A bench mark for the acknowledgment of what once was, and what will soon be.

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