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Dead House

by The Daily Pravda

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Dead House (free) 04:21
We'll live in a dead house Five years from now If we don't move out Hijack our way out Through the Evian skies To another sphere Saturn will fall into the sea Into the ocean waiting Saturn will fall into the sea Into the sea We built California Like a real disease That we could beat With parts made of real meat For the Disney girls We'll eat them all Saturn will fall into the sea Into the ocean waiting Saturn will fall into the sea Into the sea I'm falling backwards, looking for words Just as I can bet you're always there Upset with who I am I'm cleaning toilets, mopping restrooms While you wink your way into a cab It's more than I can stand Please when you're cooking, entertaining Pause a sec and take that kitchen knife And stick it through your head
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Tora Bora (free) 03:51
Wish I was drunk all the time or reasonably high Could swim like a bastard who needs to fly It takes a first base for further aggravation To make a slip step top off in time I’m taking a pass, you need to fly I give all the world to seas of fire I give up all the world Get me high, get high, high When I was learning to drive I got really far Sleeping through Texas, reading the stars Don’t ever call me with pain and aggravation There’s always someone listening on the line Kiss them for me, I gotta fly I never wanted nothing, so why’s it mine? I never asked for nothing Now it’s mine, mine, all mine, mine Wish I was drunk all the time or reasonably high Prissy little bastard sailing the skies Soul love in the back of a Cadillac, God’s cop is always on my side I take what I want, I take all the time I never wanted all this, but He’s so fine I never wanted nothing Now it’s mine, mine, all mine, mine
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Ballerina (free) 03:40
Don't talk You move so effortlessly Ropes and drugs could hold you here for me If your dad'll let me I can't walk But you, you can do it for me You can be the one I was years ago You can tango for me Don't run It's a tease for sore legs And I'm the one who brought you here from a seed You're my ballerina… for life You're my ballerina I need cash So go, go out now, go hunting Use the eyes i gave to you Diamond blue Burning bible diamonds He will run Run when I tell him And you will learn to do the same Dance for me Be my ballerina For life You're my ballerina
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Lincoln Lovers (free) 03:21
Waking up was just impossible With all the sleepy things you do Us safely stunned and dumb you marched right in To take 8th Avenue Oh you Lincoln Lovers come to town And you’re ruining everything Our front teeth on the ground You fake a sob and sing “Yeah, yeah, we’ll stand with you” Yeah, yeah, yeah? That’s all you do Newly arrived, hooked on gasoline Speech-impaired and overweight Sucking up with your condolences But we already hate all of you Lincoln Lovers come to town Now you’re ruining everything You bring that trash around Well you’ll see what we mean Yeah, yeah, yeah, we’ll take it back Yeah, yeah, yeah, no need to unpack Oh you Lincoln Lovers come to town And you’re ruining everything It’s us got hit, not you So fuck off, let us be Yeah, yeah, yeah, we’ll outlive you Yeah, yeah, yeah, if it’s the last thing we do

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released May 1, 2012

Recorded by Dave Mosca at Hilltop Studios in Bangor PA, Mike Quinn at the Moontower / Q Division in Somerville MA, and The Daily Pravda in Boston MA. Mixed and mastered by Mike Quinn.

Adam Anderson: guitar, synthesizers
Ben Anderson: piano, synthesizers, vocals
Mike Gonzales: bass guitar
David Jackel: vocals
Ken Marcou: drums, percussion
Tom Roppelt: glockenspiel, saxophone, synthesizers

Artwork by Neil Swaab.

Thank you to Michael V.

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The Daily Pravda Boston, Massachusetts

Rock music, post everything. Set in Boston and sometimes the West. Q: Glam without the glitter? A: Seventies without the beards. We play both kinds of music. There's nothing else to do.

Influenced by the New Romantic Post-Punk family tree (Suede, Echo and the Bunnymen, Smiths, Psychedelic Furs), American indie (Pixies, Sunny Day Real Estate), and glam classics like Bowie and Queen.
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