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2 singles from The National Physical Fitness Award: "Ivy League" and "There's Your Girl"


released March 4, 2015

Written and recorded by Ethan Griswold, March 2015

Album artwork by Lile Merrell

Special thanks to Doritos, USB guitar cables, my friends, family and band



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The National Physical Fitness Award Albany, New York

Pop punk for people with commitment issues

Ethan Griswold

with the support of
Kyle Czarnick,
Billy McCarthy, Jacob Griswold, and Lucas Phayre-Gonzalez

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Track Name: Ivy League
No harm, no foul
While breaking up with your future self
You drink some alcohol
You spew some vitriol
And you light your mouth on fire
But don't take me down
I'm blue (keep those big eyes glued to me, absinthe personality)

I'm home again
I took a page from the book and that never ends
Ivy league
I tried to rebel once
Leather jacket frayed, severe cold caught

You want to see me some more?
Well just talk talk talk to me and say the right words
Talk talk talk to me don't spit out your throat
You've got a lot of nerve (and beach houses)
Some sugar fires off your synapses
These tiny hearts don't break
Track Name: There's Your Girl
Piece me back together after longing for a girl
Let it go, it's not the same
Aren't we talking in vain

I tried so hard, I got so far, I've thrown it out
I want to be everything in the world but there's nowhere to go a
And there's now way to stay there
And under time you stand
You want to hold my jaded hand
Made up all of our own fun
But there's no island in the sun
I'm on fire
Nobody can have it

The feelings push and pull around
A battleship is sinking down
Time and time and time again there's no one waiting
Live and die by the coin toss
Turned around but still got lost
With no uncertainty there's no one staying there
Your voice has got a hold of me
Sounds like we sounded it out
It's our own space because we kicked everyone out

And there's your girl, she came to you in a dream
She's so sticky sweet don't want the world to see
That you struck gold