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Songs can mend moments. Art stretches time, giving me a chance to walk back into the room and say what I wouldacouldashoulda. Giving me the power to walk out.
āEmotional Touristā is a fiery anthem* for anyone whoās suffered at the hands of bullies, creeps and narcissists. Fielding comments – or worse – on your appearance, your weight, your life choices. Painted into a corner by politeness, with an inability to believe someone could truly be that awful – and be doing it on purpose, too.
Just me? Sadly not.
11 years ago, faced with my soon-to-be-exās final attempts to extinguish my creativity I did manage to get out, but there was no blaze of glory. Real life is usually quieter than that.
I know I’m one of the lucky ones.
āEmotional Touristā is a chance for me to rewrite my story in that blaze of glory – 3 minutes 40 seconds of foot-stomping, fist-wielding synth rock.
BecauseĀ when events from the past refuse to stay there, the only thing to do as a songwriter is stab them in the eye with the blade of truth.
āYou reap what you sow.ā
* PS: my rule on such bragging is: if someone else (who isn’t a friend and doesn’t live with me) calls the song an anthem, I can call the song an anthem…
VIDEO CREDITS
Directed, shot and edited by Laura Kidd.
Additional filming and warmest encouragement from Tim Bailey, my actual hero (can you spot his lovely face near the end of the video?)
Paper house crafted by LK, with a cameo from the Christmas tree fairy Sarah-Jane Osborne made for me a few years ago, when I went by the name She Makes War. Thank you, S-J!
PS I’m playing my beloved Reverend Double Agent OG in this video.
SONG CREDITS
Written, produced, performed, and recorded by Laura Kidd in The Launchpad, Nottingham.
Drums by Max Saidi.
Mixed by Chris Sheldon. Mastered by Katie Tavini.
HUGEST THANKS to The Correspondent’s Club. I can’t do this without you xxx
LYRICS
You think Iām an emotional tourist
But you donāt know how deep I go
Holding tight, but Iām lost in this forest
And thereās no sign of my hero
So I guess Iāll just sleep in the snow
Itās like this –
The lure of a late night kiss
A situation that shouldnāt exist
Now Iām trapped in a house in the humdrum
With a cut-price narcissist
– Now Iām trapped in a house with a poisoned mind
He tells me to give up my dream
The thing Iāve wanted since I was 13
Or Iām not on his team
Now thereās smoke in the house
And I didnāt even think to scream
You reap what you sow, motherfucker / lazy lover
Go
Go, go
You think Iām an emotional tourist
But you donāt know how deep I go
Holding tight, but Iām lost in this forest
And thereās no sign of my hero
So I guess Iāll just sleep in the snow
Iām not finished
Thatās two years Iāll never get back
Iām sick of hearing
Iām too fat
Iām too boring
Iām too this
Iām too that
He said I couldnāt make him feel
That I shouldnāt write about whatās real
Then he lit that match
Oh well – whatās a girl to do?
You reap what you sow, motherfucker / lazy lover
Go, go
I hope you know
You reap what you sow
So go
I hope you choke
You think Iām an emotional tourist
But you donāt know how deep I go
Holding tight, but Iām lost in this forest
And thereās no sign of my hero
So I guess Iāll just sleep in the snow
I guess Iāll just sleep in the snow
You think Iām an emotional tourist
But you donāt know how deep I go
Holding tight, but Iām lost in this forest
And thereās no sign of my hero
So I guess Iāll just sleep
And you can just weep in the snow
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