The Id and the Ego EP

by Chris Ridire

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I made this EP at my parent's home in Co. Wexford at the end of 2013 with the intention of it being my first cassette release, but I decided to carry on recording while I had the opportunity and leave the physical releases for later.

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released March 20, 2014

Chris Ridire - Gach Rud

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Chris Ridire Cardiff, UK

Chris Ridire is a lo-fi singer/songwriter from Wexford, Ireland, currently based in Cardiff, UK.

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Track Name: Side A
I’ve read Rabbit run,
I’ve read Less than Zero,
I’ve read Brave New world and 1984.
But I found no higher sense of purpose,
I think I’m the problem,
It changes other people,
I just have no depth,
I’m shallow.

I open the glovebox,
Flick through my tapes,
Find the one that I want,
Put it on.

Side A, track one, an instrumental intro with wailing guitars. Something good is about to happen, I can feel like it like static in the air. I cut the heaters- I don’t want anything to mask the music. The band are reaching the zenith of the crescendo- It won’t be long before the breakdown. It won’t be long before the break down man comes.

Yeah, so; Crescendo.
I’m tired of music changing my life,
No one’s even noticed that I am the protagonist,
Currents of dullard extras just pass me by.
Track Name: Side B
And I know what you are thinking,
I think it all the time,
We could we have been,
If only we really applied ourselves,
We can only blame ourselves
We’re the only ones left to blame,
Because everybody else,
Always goes away,

You think you want it sugar-coated?
You think you want pre-watershed?
You think you want god-fearing and clean?
Well I suppose it can be arranged,

All I want is my own personal salvation,
I want to know I’m going up above,
I’ll be slapping five with the big G-man,
Soaring through the sky on a white dove,