back on the mattress

by French Press

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released June 1, 2013

Chantel Emond: Songwriter, Voice and Keys
Josh Benoit: Guitar

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French Press Winnipeg, Manitoba

Indie alt-pop songstress French Press, aka singer-songwriter Chantel Emond, presents her debut LP Youthful Trouble. Armed with catchy hooks, striking vocals, and a driving rhythm section, this bilingual Winnipeg-based artist channels 90s alternative, and indie-rock vibes while exploring themes of repression, rebellion, and empowerment. ... more

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Track Name: back on the mattress
back on the mattress
french press (chantel emond)

you’ve got bruises, you’ve got cuts,
you’ve got black eyes to prove your love.
will i watch your wildest horses,
trample through the darkest forests?

cause you got so beat up before,
this one could be so much more.
you would be his girl today,
if he could help you liberate.

you want it right now,
get you back on the mattress,
gotta mend that broken heart,
get you back on the mattress.

this time you won’t mess around,
breaking up and breaking down,
wipe those dark eyes, no one’s crying,
this your life, you’ll be defining.

cause you got so beat up before,
this one could be so much more,
you would be his girl today,
if he could help you liberate.

you want it right now,
get you back on the mattress,
gotta mend that broken heart,
get you back on the mattress.
Track Name: spin cycle
spin cycle
french press (chantel emond)

you like to play, you like to play
and pretend everything’s ok,
you flash your money in my face
and wanna take me on a date.

you had a fit, you had a fit
when it was time to call it quits.
you followed me up your car,
you picked me up, went to the bar.

going through the spin cycle with you.

this is my sixth or seventh time,
trying to leave your face behind.
i’ve got way too much on my plate,
to keep on making these mistakes.

i threw a gargabe can at you,
like we were living in a zoo.
you sat and smoked your cigarettes,
i sat and counted my regrets.

going through the spin cycle with you.

send me back in,
send me back into the ring.
i’m not done yet, got a bit left.
we’ve got one more,
yeah we’ve got one more round,
before we fall apart,
before we’re all worn out.