Artist: Ellie-Grace Summers
Title: Mantra
Genre(s): Spoken Word
Length: 1:01
Writers: EG. Summers
Producer: EG. Summers
Label: Studio 60 Records
From The Album: Mantra

Mantra is a spoken word piece recorded by American singer-songwriter, Ellie-Grace Summers. It serves as the opening track and intro to Summers' third studio album of the same name. The one-minute, one-second monologue was recorded by Summers back in 2017 and was always pencilled to be the opening track on the record. "Mantra" sets the tone and embodies the journey of the album which reflects on the personal themes of family sayings and the story arc of confidence, knowing your worth and deserving better. This introduction shows Ellie-Grace explore the power of words, encouraging her listeners to put positive thoughts into the universe and listening off affirmations and mantras to create love and happiness, before leading into the next track "Monday's Love".

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We often forget the power that words have.
Sometimes it's unintentional, other times we purposely dismiss them -
Whether out of sheer ignorance or self-preservation.
"Sticks and stones may break my bones but names will never hurt me".
We all know that isn't true.
Words cut deep.
But words can also open up minds.
Words can shift perceptions.
Words can shape beliefs.
Words drive our behavior.
Words have power.
Words shape our world.
We are our words.
We shouldn't have to hang around and wait for someone else to speak up -
To reassure us, to validate us, to uplift us.
We have an abundance of these tools we can use to lift our minds and energy.
Words have power - choose them wisely.

"I love myself, no matter what."
"I am an infinite being, capable of extraordinary things."
"I am thankful."
"I accept abundant love, happiness, and positive energy into my life."
"I am not a drop in the ocean. I am the entire ocean in one drop."
"I am."
"I'm not just Monday's Love..."

Artist(s): Ellie-Grace Summers
Title: Giddy!
Genre(s): Country, Pop
Length: 3:16
Writer: E.G Summers, C. Hudson
Producer: Ellie-Grace Summers
Label: Studio 60
From The Album: Mantra

Giddy! is a song by American singer-songwriter Ellie-Grace Summers for her third studio album, Mantra. It appears as the third track on the long-awaited record. "Giddy!" was written by Ellie-Grace and Christopher Hudson in 2017, during one of their many sessions together. Production of the song was also handled entirely by Summers herself. "Giddy!" is a mid-tempo country and pop crossover track, featuring uncredited soft backing harmonies from co-writer Christopher Hudson as well as a prominent banjo arrangement that pushes the country music elements to the forefront alongside Summers' thick Southern accent. The song was written as a follow-up to the story of "Monday's Love", which is placed before "Giddy" in the album's track listing. Lyrically, "Giddy!", is a rather tongue-in-cheek, anecdotal break-up song. Summers has finally gained the confidence to leave her adulterous, egotistical partner in order to focus on herself and knowing that she deserves better. Fellow musician Erich Hess is referenced in the bridge of the track.

Hudson and Summers has multiple studio sessions over the span of 2017 and 2018. After successfully creating "Monday's Love", which would later go on to become a top 5 single for the singer, Ellie-Grace wanted to "continue the story" from that song and give the girl "a happy ending". She and Hudson then set out to create this follow-up in their next studio meeting, months before Ellie had decided herself that the entire album would tell a story. "Giddy!" originally had more upbeat, country-disco leaning production akin to its sister song "Monday's Love", however, Summers wanted a clear differentiation from the two and also feared that due to some of the innuendo filled lyrics within "Giddy!", a livelier production could make the song come across as plain comical. Summers then decided to produce the song herself, giving it a far more subdued soundscape in order to have the listener pay more attention to the biting lyricism and exasperation in her voice.

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Trusted my heart like only the fools do
Waited it out, hoping you'd play a new tune
The same old record echoed through the room
Buck it up now, boy, buck it up now
Backwoods Casanova in your beat up jeans
Blowing your own smoke, lost in pipe dreams
Yellowing it all and I'm trying to get clean
Buck it up now, boy, buck it up now

All bravado like you're some sharpshooter
I'd love to know who even started that rumor
Though I must admit you can sure fire from the hip
In just one blink, you go off that quick

Curse you and the horse you rode in on
I'm not afraid to draw pistols at dawn
It's all cool with me, you can stick to your ploy
Go and get on out here, go on and ride 'em, cowboy
Giddy up, giddy up!
Giddy up, giddy up!
Hope you're in a short queue for a lot of bad luck

I zealously glossed all over the truth
Fingers in my ears like some stubborn youth
Painted myself pretty for a man so uncouth
Buck it up now, girl, buck it up now
Guess I was just another way to kill time
Thought I could make this outlaw mine
But this was never his only rodeo ride
Buck it up now, girl, buck it up now

And I won't miss you or the smell of your liquor
Funnily enough, I don't know which ignites quicker
You can try your luck over in the next town
Now get on out of here 'cause the word is out

Curse you and the horse you rode in on
I'm not afraid to draw pistols at dawn
It's all cool with me, you can stick to your ploy
Go and get on out here, go on and ride 'em, cowboy
Giddy up, giddy up!
Giddy up, giddy up!
Hope you're in a short queue for a lot of bad luck

Curse you and the horse you rode in on
I'm not afraid to draw pistols at dawn
It's all cool with me, you can stick to your ploy
Go and get on out here, go on and ride 'em, cowboy
Giddy up, giddy up!
Giddy up, giddy up!
Hope you're in a short queue for a lot of bad luck

I mean, yeah, I like the tattoos on your arms...
And, sure, I was dazed by your lucky charms...
But I don't want to be a casualty of your mess
Another blonde little damsel stuck in distress
All to stroke an ego already in excess
But let's face it, you ain't no Erich Hess
Swallow that pride, it might put hair on your chest
'Cause you're gonna be lonely when that sun sets

Curse you and the horse you rode in on
I'm not afraid to draw pistols at dawn
It's all cool with me, you can stick to your ploy
Go and get on out here, go on and ride 'em, cowboy
Giddy up, giddy up!
Giddy up, giddy up!
Hope you're in a short queue for a lot of bad luck


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Artist: Ellie-Grace Summers
Title: Cold
Genre(s): Country, Pop
Length: 3:59
Writers: EG.Summers
Producer: Ellie-Grace Summers
Label: Studio 60 Records
From The Album: Mantra

Cold is a song by American singer-songwriter Ellie-Grace Summers. The song serves as the fifth track on Summers' long-awaited third studio album, "Mantra". The track was written and produced entirely by Summers, with the artist describing it as an "easy write". Summers claims that the song "practically wrote itself" and that it was lyrically and melodically composed in under 30 minutes. "Cold" was initially pencilled in to be released as the fourth single from the project, however, plans were halted and then cancelled indefinitely when Ellie-Grace began work on her collaborative album with Ryan Ross Hernandez. It is a mid-tempo country-pop song with prominent drum beats and layered, "haunting" stacked background harmonies by Summers herself. Sonically, Ellie-Grace states that she was inspired by the internationally successful country-pop crossover hits that dominated the radio stations while she was growing up in the 1990's, citing artists like Shania Twain and Faith Hill as blueprints for the composition.

Lyrically, "Cold" has been dubbed by Summers as one of the "most vulnerable" tracks on the "Mantra" album as well as a personal favourite of hers. While earlier tracks on the album boast a "fiery" attitude, "Cold" sees that flame dissipate, with Summers sitting in her true sadness following her breakup as opposed to bolstering a feisty defence mechanism. Throughout "Cold", Ellie chronicles the aftermath of her breakup and the stark realisation that she is once again left on her own after thinking she had finally had it made, finding "The One". She begins to pick apart scenarios and question if she herself is the problem, blindsided by her partner's decision to leave and left wondering if the true answer lays closer to home. Summers also briefly references the media's constant interest in her love life, branding the discourse as "incessant noises".

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Lump in my throat I keep on suppressing
Am I being taught some wicked lesson?
Something profound about God's vision?
Always coming out worse in His decisions
Falling victim to all the smoke and mirrors
Struggling downstream as others float upriver

Was it rocket science to figure out the signs?
Did I subconsciously play dumb and blind?
Starting to think that I brought it on myself
Can't sit at the table with everybody else

You were my man, my most treasured
Dressed to kill with a sense of adventure
Though we didn't need much to entertain us
Get by with just me and you, no outside players
Thought this would be the greatest love story ever told
Never imagined how this would all unfold
You held me tight, you held me close
You opened the door and left me cold

Could so easily break apart into little pieces
Challenge the guarantee printed on any adhesive
Maybe there's a formula or a proposed thesis;
As to why I can't keep things cohesive?
I kissed your lips and then I was kissing dust
Starting to develop a little problem with trust

Here come the opinions of the outside voices
Think I prefer sombre silence to their incessant noises
By your side no matter where the wind was blowing
Now alone in the icy world of the not-knowing

You were my man, my most treasured
Dressed to kill with a sense of adventure
Though we didn't need much to entertain us
Get by with just me and you, no outside players
Thought this would be the greatest love story ever told
Never imagined how this would all unfold
You held me tight, you held me close
You opened the door and left me cold

So many questions still up in the air
Yearning for the answer but still deathly scared
A call away but that's courage I just can't muster
The straw that breaks will be you blocking my number
Walking the thin line between love and hate
Desperate to slap and yet caress your face
A part of me wants all of this to get better
But then again, you went and left me bitter

You were my man, my most treasured
Dressed to kill with a sense of adventure
Though we didn't need much to entertain us
Get by with just me and you, no outside players
Thought this would be the greatest love story ever told
Never imagined how this would all unfold
You held me tight, you held me close
You opened the door and left me cold

You held me close, you left me cold
You held me close, you left me cold
You held me close, you left me cold
You held me close, you left me cold


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Artist: Ellie-Grace Summers
Title: Silly Little Thing Called Love
Genre(s): Country-Pop, Pop, Yacht Rock
Length: 3:49
Writers: E.G Summers, C.Hudson
Producer: Rose Meadows
Label: Studio 60 Records
From The Album: Mantra

Silly Little Thing Called Love is a song by American singer-songwriter Ellie-Grace Summers. The song serves as the seventh track on Summers' long-awaited third studio album, "Mantra", as well as being lifted as the fourth official single from the record. The track was written by Ellie-Grace Summers and award-winning songwriter Christopher Hudson, whom Summers scheduled multiple writing sessions with throughout the creation of "Mantra". Production was handled by Rose Meadows, who also produced the previous track in the album's running order. Although rooted in country music, "Silly Little Thing Called Love" contains elements of pop, synthpop, disco and yacht rock, creating a wide mainstream crossover appeal with its catchy production and melodic structure. Many reviewers compared it to country-disco hits of the 1970's. "Silly Little Thing Called Love" also references, although uncredited, "Breathe" by Faith Hill - Summers' self-proclaimed "favorite ever song".

Lyrically, "Silly Little Thing Called Love" sees Ellie entering a brand new relationship, officially leaving the upset and the sequential fallout of the previous one that kickstarted the "Mantra" journey in the past. Written with "rose tinted glasses" on, "Silly Little Thing Called Love" captures the excitement and endless possibilities of a brand new relationship. With many "firsts" still to come their way for the new couple, Ellie expresses her eagerness and anticipation over experiencing these milestones together. Throughout the song, Summers states how it is the "small things" that she appreciates most and that she is the type of lover who actively takes an interest, remembering all the little details about her partner. From the foods he dislikes, to the date of his mother's birthday, Summers makes a vow to mentally bank that information forever. Although not an official sample, "Silly Little Thing Called Love" also references Summers' favorite song, Faith Hill's 1999 country crossover hit, "Breathe" through the line; "Caught up in the slow and steady rush". She also nods to the artist herself, singing; "Maybe one day, I'll convert you to some Faith".

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Here we are again, love, my dear old friend
Like something straight out of a work of fiction
I'll get lost in the pages and our contradictions
Can't wait for the nicknames we shall bestow
To discover the quirks and craft our inside jokes
I'm probably pacing five steps ahead of myself
Just know I ride or die when chips are down and cards are dealt

You'll roll your eyes when we pose for a Polaroid
Worried about your hair is what I'm betting
Don't know what's ahead, hand in hand, looking into the void
So let's capture these precious moments in resin

Oh, you might think I do too much
For this silly little thing called love
Caught up in the slow and steady rush
Drop the anchor when the going gets tough
Every chapter and verse, remember your every line
Come closer, be mine, my forever Valentine
No, I don't care if I do too much
Love this silly little thing called love

Here we are again, love, my dear old friend
I'll hold on tightly to your special little details
How you hate cilantro and tear up listening to The Eagles
Maybe one day, I'll convert you to some Faith
Your mom's birthday, yeah, I've already saved the date
No western wind will alter my direction
I'm not breezy about changing my affections

Caught in the rain and cussing the Gods out
Hating every minute, though minutes soon pass
And over time we'll bask in many golden hours
Cherishing each second that trickles through the glass

Oh, you might think I do too much
For this silly little thing called love
Caught up in the slow and steady rush
Drop the anchor when the going gets tough
Every chapter and verse, remember your every line
Come closer, be mine, my forever Valentine
No, I don't care if I do too much
Love this silly little thing called love

I might come on a little bit strong
But I want to shine while our lights are on
Not materialistic, I care more about the gestures
Love a happy ending but I enjoy the journey getting there
And I'm sorry if you think that I do too much
But I got a feeling this is more than just a crush

Oh, you might think I do too much
For this silly little thing called love
Caught up in the slow and steady rush
Drop the anchor when the going gets tough
Every chapter and verse, remember your every line
Come closer, be mine, my forever Valentine
No, I don't care if I do too much
Love this silly little thing called love

Caught in the rain, cussing the Gods out
Laughing it off as soon as we dry down
I hold on tight to those silly little things
Strike a pose, here comes my camera
Immortalising our haircut disasters
I hold on tight to those silly little things

Caught in the rain, cussing the Gods out
Laughing it off as soon as we dry down
I hold on tight to those silly little things
Strike a pose, here comes my camera
Immortalising our haircut disasters
I hold on tight to those silly little things

Mmmm, those silly little things

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Artist: Ellie-Grace Summers
Title: My Favorite Part
Genre(s): Country-Pop
Length: 3:38
Writers: E.G Summers
Producer: Ellie-Grace Summers
Label: Studio 60 Records
From The Album: Mantra

My Favorite Part is a song by American singer-songwriter Ellie-Grace Summers. The song serves as the ninth track on Summers' long-awaited third studio album, "Mantra". The track was written and produced entirely by Ellie-Grace, the first of the run of the album's final three tracks which are exclusively self-penned. Following on from "Call On Me", "My Favorite Part" sees Summers return to her country roots, taking on a much more traditional sonic direction and one more akin to her earlier works. It is a "breezy", mid-tempo Country-Pop song lead by Summers' prominent guitar and backed with a well-paced kickdrum. Alongside the "smooth" sonics, Summers' vocal takes are "relaxed" and layered gently on top of each other, creating a "harmonic", "hymn-like" and "peaceful" soundscape for the listener. Like many other cuts on "Mantra", "My Favorite Part" has been noted for its similarities to classic country hits of the 1970's.

Lyrically, "My Favorite Part" sees Ellie-Grace fusing both themes of her love life as well as religious trauma. Throughout the song, Summers makes several references to scriptures, religious beliefs and the power that they hold. While some express confusion or outright disbelief regarding age-old religious stories, others let it guide them through life and even implement it in laws across the world. Although subtle in its delivery, it is one of Summers' most politically-charged songs to date. She alludes to the destruction of the world by way of both religion-fuelled ruling and ancient prophecies like the Rapture. While the life of others is consumed and guided by this way of thinking, Summers takes solace in the one thing she believes in - her love. She admits that she doesn't have the insight or answers to life's questions and problems but when the going gets tough, will turn to her partner for reassurance and peace. Summers likens her relationship to a hymn or religious song, referring to her "favorite part" of the melody and their "refrain" that she repeats as a comfort and mantra.

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In our silence, swear I still hear God
The slightest touch and I'm basked in gold
An eternal love like all the tales of old
Everything else just seems to dissipate
We could be in the throws of natural disaster
I'd still remain optimistic for a happy ever after
You're by my side and that's all that matters
Shed whatever's left behind in the wake

There was a time I used to force feed myself lies
Until my stomach hurt and it numbed the mind
Romanticized stories, anything to help me sleep at night
A raconteur, armed with my own little script
Stole Cupid's bow and just prayed something sticks
'til you laid down my arms and that's when it hit

Kingdoms crumble, who knows what's next?
Flippant answers for issues so complex
Nations warring over ancient texts
Tenants living by different architects
As the world frenzies up in flames
My favorite part still remains
Over the chaos, we can hear our refrain
Something to hold on to through these days
Hmmm, my favorite part still replays

Drawing hearts on the screen in the shower
"He loves me lots" on the petals of a flower
Sickly sweet for some but watch me devour
I'll pick up the crumbs, come back for a second plate
Though I'm sure our reign would be incredible
Not trying to hoist you up on a pedestal
A heavy crown is asking for a great fall
But I know we'd bounce back once the earth quakes

There was a time I used to try rewrite the lines
Laser-focused even with the most tired eyes
Searching above and beyond for what was in plain sight
Racing at one-hundred and crashing back to zero
Lost in the whimsy of a fictional hero
He ain't as profound as the words that we wrote

Kingdoms crumble, who knows what's next?
Flippant answers for issues so complex
Nations warring over ancient texts
Tenants living by different architects
As the world frenzies up in flames
My favorite part still remains
Over the chaos, we can hear our refrain
Something to hold on to through these days
Hmmm, my favorite part still replays

Even if the puppet master severs the string
And the world as we know it ceases to spin
There will always be our little song to sing
If the creator should run out of clay
And it all dries up, withers and decays
Out there in the echoes, my favorite part replays

Kingdoms crumble, who knows what's next?
Flippant answers for issues so complex
Nations warring over ancient texts
Tenants living by different architects
As the world frenzies up in flames
My favorite part still remains
Over the chaos, we can hear our refrain
Something to hold on to through these days
Hmmm, my favorite part still replays


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Artist: Ellie-Grace Summers
Title: Hard Eight
Genre(s): Country-Pop
Length: 3:48
Writers: E.G Summers
Producer: Ellie-Grace Summers
Label: Studio 60 Records
From The Album: Mantra

Hard Eight is a song by American singer-songwriter Ellie-Grace Summers. The song serves as the eleventh and final track on Summers' long-awaited third studio album, "Mantra". The track was written and produced entirely by Ellie-Grace, the last in the run of the album's final three tracks which are exclusively self-penned. "Hard Eight" is a mid-tempo country-pop ballad with a prominent cello arrangement with a sparse underlying drumbeat akin to that of more R&B style music. Summers has dubbed it as the most "intricate" of the self-produced compositions within her discography thus far. The track sees Ellie-Grace vocally fluctuate between her often underutilised lower register as well as her higher, whispery, more delicate falsetto range. "Hard Eight" ends with an extended cello solo to which Ellie-Grace recites part of the spoken-word album opener, "Mantra", drawing the album to a full circle conclusion.

Lyrically, Hard Eight sees Ellie-Grace celebrate her newfound feeling of self-love, confidence and self-acceptance. The concept of achieving a 'hard eight' involves rolling a pair of dice wherein both land on two fours, resulting in a much trickier and specific outcome being achieved. It is also inspired by her favourite TV Show, Friends, in which two of the main characters rely on rolling a 'hard eight' in order to dictate their decision on whether to get married or not. Summers states she has rolled the 'hard eight' and likens her achievement to "playing the game" within the industry as well as being "put through the wringer" while dating. She's done the hard part. Ellie-Grace makes reference to villainous past boyfriends, the "vulture-like" mentality of paparazzi and the "boys' clubs" that dominate the entertainment business. After finding her feet as a recording artist and businesswoman, falling in love and, most importantly, feeling confident within her own skin, Summers claims that she's ready to walk away from the table and leave the game behind. Now in her 30's, she is no longer willing to be manipulated by men in power nor is she content with being seen as a shrinking violent. She is an adult with her head screwed on and her house in order.

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I've missed a lot of good friends' birthdays
Lost track of time on flights across states
Exposed my bleeding heart for the vultures
Adorned the clown nose all for the Culture
My antibodies are now the fiercest on the frontline
I know exactly who I don't want in my bloodline

Sorry to my folks, I wasted that tuition
But I've graduated first in razor sharp intuition
Court of public opinion, I've served my time
Back on the road to reclaim what's mine
Memories on the fire, see the roses wither
Let the fumes smoke them out, watch them slither

Sat in the boys' club, hair tangled with cigarettes
Lump in my throat, tightness in my chest
What was endured, well, I'm sure you could guess
But I'm turning the tables, care to place a bet?

I don't have time for another goddamn heartache
Mascara-smudged banshee fleeing his place
Been, and seen, done it all, I rolled the hard eight
Defied the odds, now I'm ready for a new play
Gotta realign all my chakras
On the search for another mantra
I don't have time for another goddamn heartache
How about putting that on your front page?

I ignored the sage advice of my elders
Let the enemy drop bombs within my own shelter
Some guy writing a script and I've lost the plot
Guiding my hands to signed upon the dots
Learned all the jargon and how they convolute
I can tell the real deal, accept no substitutes

Found the good guy when I gave up perfection
More importantly, I'm loving on my own reflection
Won't tempt fate, you know I'm quite the optimist
But if we should break, I know I can handle it

I don't have time for another goddamn heartache
Mascara-smudged banshee fleeing his place
Been, and seen, done it all, I rolled the hard eight
Defied the odds, now I'm ready for a new play
Gotta realign all my chakras
On the search for another mantra
I don't have time for another goddamn heartache
How about putting that on your front page?

I don't need any luck rabbit's foot
No four-leaf clover yanked from its roots
Darling, I'd put all my money on myself
If they had the foresight, so would everybody else

I don't have time for another goddamn heartache
Mascara-smudged banshee fleeing his place
Been, and seen, done it all, I rolled the hard eight
Defied the odds, now I'm ready for a new play
Gotta realign all my chakras
On the search for another mantra
I don't have time for another goddamn heartache
How about putting that on your front page?

I don't have time for another goddamn heartache
Mascara-smudged banshee fleeing his place
Been, and seen, done it all, I rolled the hard eight
Defied the odds, now I'm ready for a new play
Gotta realign all my chakras
On the search for another mantra
I don't have time for another goddamn heartache
How about putting that on your front page?

"I love myself, no matter what."
"I am an infinite being, capable of extraordinary things."
"I am thankful."
"I accept abundant love, happiness, and positive energy into my life."
"I am not a drop in the ocean. I am the entire ocean in one drop."
"I am."


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