Made in a Day

by Maki Yamazaki

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Written and recorded in less than a day as part of personal challenge to see if I could write and record an EP in such a short space of time. Turns out the answer is yes.

Out of time, out of pitch and whatever. Just relax and enjoy.

Contains swear words, and that sort of thing.

Trigger Warnings:

Track 3 - Public groping & sexual harassment.
Track 6 - Suicidal depression

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released July 16, 2014

Written, Recorded and Performed by Maki Yamazaki

Vocals, Bass, Guitar, Drums - Maki Yamazaki

Album Art - Ren Wednesday

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Maki Yamazaki Glasgow, UK

Artist, Musician & Games Developer, Maki Yamazaki probably spends too much time locked away in her studio, Silvana Laboratory. Geek, oddball and all-round creative person with a penchant for peppermint tea, sci-fi, strong narratives and writing biographies in third person. ... more

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Track Name: Made in a Day
Sure It’s easy just to pick up a guitar
And sing your song out loud and proud when no ones listening.
But writing isn’t easy when your name is on the line,
So fuck, I’ll just keep singing because this song is really mine

And made in a day.
This song was made in just one fucking day.

Don’t listen to the haters or the ones that give you shit,
Just grab your choice of instrument and make a noise!

What is pop and what is punk? What is like and what is love?
When I did I become the one I am?
If you don’t like your nine to five, there’s other ways you can survive,
But I won’t look down on you if thats your choice, it’s yours to choose.

Oh-oh.

They say that Rome wasn’t build in just one day,
But we don’t have a thousand years before we fade away.
So do your best, there is no test -no way to fail life-
Look after others best you can and be the you inside

You’re not made in a day,
But this song was made in just one, hey,
Made in one day.
Track Name: Not Binary
Gender isn’t easy.
Gender isn’t simple.
Gender isn’t in your pants,
It’s something found in conversations.

Tell me who I am then?
Tell me who you think I am?
Tick my box and bow my head?
Pretend that we’re all like you?

But we’re not,
We’re not the same!
We’re not all like you!
No, we’re not binary.

But we’re not,
We’re not the same!
Nobody’s like you!
And we’re not binary.

No.
Track Name: Monogamy is Overrated
I don’t need no marriage,
I don’t need the law,
I don’t need no social code
To tell me who I adore.
One partner is too many for me,
I don’t need no words to validate my sexuality.

Queer is what I am
And queer is what I do,
Monogamy is overrated.

Queer is who I am
And queer is what I do.
I don’t need no words to say
“I LOVE YOU”!

Why do others lie to us
when we’re growing up?
We were born for bigger things;
We weren’t all born to fuck!

Queer is what I am
And queer is what I do,
Monogamy is overrated.

Queer is who I am
And queer is what I do.
I don’t need no words to say
“I LOVE YOU”!
Track Name: Books Not Boys!
No, no, no, no,
Consent isn’t hard: If it’s no it’s no go,
I’m not here for your entertainment
And smile is not a yes, and it’s not an invitation.

I just want to read my book.
I just want to read my book.
I just want to read my-
Books not boys, I want books, not boys!

No, no, no, no,
I don’t want your hands on my anything.
No, no, no, no,
Just because I like some guys doesn’t mean I’m yours.

I just want to read my book.
I just want to read my book.
I just want to read my-
books not boys, I want books, not boys!

So you like my glasses?
Or so you like my hair?
I’d rather suck a bag of bricks
Than touch you anywhere.

I need my own space!
get outta my space!
I need more space!
I need more space!

I just want to read my book
I just want to read my book
I just want to read my
Books not boys, I want books, not boys!

I want books, not boys!
I want books, not boys!
I want books, not boys!
I want books, not boys!
I want books, not boys!
I want books, not boys!
Track Name: Me, Myself & My Depression
I never thought I’d see the day that I could say I love my body.
I never thought I’d see the day that I could love myself.
And it would be a miracle if I believed in them,
But baby now it’s just because I believe in me and myself.

Me, myself, and my depression.

When I was teen it never seemed like I would get too far,
I still remember most of it, and for the rest there’s scars.
But something changed slowly over time,
and now I’m glad that my future’s mine…

for me, myself and my depression.

I thought that it was too late,
to rectify my problems and to take back my mistakes
When I took those pills
and the other times I tried,
I’m bloody glad that I survived

still me, myself and my depression.