Night Phases - EP

by Roem Baur

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released June 26, 2016

Written & Performed by Roem Baur (BMI)**
Produced, Recorded, & Mixed by Damien Lewis
Executive Producer: Theodore Miller
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Vocals, Guitar: Roem Baur
Bass, Keys, Programming: Damien Lewis
Lead Guitar: James Deprato
Drums: David Heinke
Assistant Engineer: Grace Coleman
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Recorded at Different Fur Studios in San Francisco, CA.
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**Track 1 & 4 written by Roem Baur & Damien Lewis
Track 2 written by Roem Baur, Damien Lewis & Jeff Spence
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© Copyright Roem Baur 2016 All Rights Reserved

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Roem Baur is a professional singer, songwriter, and recording artist living in San Francisco. Baur has appeared on NBC's The Voice, the main stage at Super Bowl 50 celebrations, SXSW, CES, the International Youth Conference in Zimbabwe, Africa, and before thousands live on 6 continents, touring over 150 dates a year. ... more

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Track Name: Oh Dear
OH DEAR
Roem Baur (BMI)

Told you that I loved you, didn’t mean a thing
Wrote it in a song, so the irony would sing
Every note I try to swallow, in my gut I feel the sting

Told you that I hate you, in every single way
Wrote it in a letter, that I never meant to save
Sent it to my mother, took it to the bank
She doesn’t know the value, but the currency is pain

Oh dear, oh dear, Oh dear, oh dear
Oh dear, oh dear, Oh dear, oh dear

So I started drinking, to calm the inner jerk
I’m filled with the spirit, but can’t feel the hurt
Uh uh, uh uh,
Looking for a remedy, a guilty line of work

Oh dear, oh dear, whatcha gonna do?
Oh dear, oh dear, what am I gonna do?
Oh dear, oh dear, whatcha gonna do?
Oh dear, oh dear, what am I gonna do?

Now a happy ending, an optimistic final verse
To keep the ladies buying, my critically inflamed curse
I keep telling myself, be honest, and to that end, I rehearse
Happy endings, love and money, father, son and for what’s it’s worth

Oh dear, oh dear, whatcha gonna do?
Oh dear, oh dear, what am I gonna do?
Oh dear, oh dear, whatcha gonna do?
Oh dear, oh dear, what am I gonna do?

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Oh dear, oh dear, whatcha gonna do?
Oh dear, oh dear, what am I gonna do?
Oh dear, oh dear, whatcha gonna do?
Oh dear, oh dear, what am I gonna do?