First Dance, Last Chance EP

by Taste Wasters

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4 song EP of momentary effect...
The song "First Dance, Last Chance" is from the forthcoming LP "Kodiak Nostalgic" coming early 2017. The other three tracks are exclusive to the EP.

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released December 12, 2016

All songs written, recorded, and performed by Eric Truchan at the Suburban Ranch Home Compound in NJ September-Decemberr 2016.

except:
Backing oozin' ahhzzz on "First Dance..." by Kitsin Gogan.
The line "more than some" provided by the inimitable Doug Gogan.

Album photo by Jason Nicholls
of
Whiff- whiff.bandcamp.com
The Flying Faders- flyingfaders.bandcamp.com/album/no-sweat


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Track Name: First Dance, Last Chance
Bring it on the back porch now
Looks like another drought
More than the hate I bring you
Makes me want to scream and shout

Blindly bang the drum
with belt loops over my thumbs
I'm feeling fleshed out
more than some

Sit out on the lawn chair
staring at the morning sun
I've got a ways to fall still
more than some

Shifting through the underbrush
with holes in my kneecaps
Public defender failed
more than the lion's share

Sit out on the lawn chair
staring at the morning sun
I've got a ways to fall still
more than some

Bring it on the back porch now
Looks like another drought
More than the hate I bring you
Makes me want to kick around

Sit out on the lawn chair
take me as my father's son
I've got a ways to fall still
more than some
Track Name: Dissertation is My Middle Name
Sugar in the gas tank my car won't go
and where I stop the speedometer knows
Sucking one hundred dollar bills up your bloodshot nose
applying magic marker to prewashed clothes

I've got a critic in the backseat
all words they pass straight through me
tangled in my ribcage and gouging out my heartstrings
My jaws unhinged so in the chorus we all shall sing

Painting those lines down Texas' roads
where my pawned car just failed to go
but the man he drives right off the right
Bounce off of my hood and into the mud


ooooo we all shall sing......
Track Name: Some Poor Bastard
Wishing in your vacuum sealed room
You're picking the bones from my brain
what does it get you?
Third story window with a view
Well I could see out, how about you?
I've drawn the shades away
and for that you could thank me some day
and I shall be humbled

Throw your cards in the hat when the day gets hot
and some poor bastard just got shot
Track Name: A Bumper Sticker I Once Wrote
We speak in tongues
and moderation
It's so passé
oral fixations

We think about you
and start to bleed
it's in this pamphlet
that we'll never even read

Dancing fountains
and motor horns
you're crawling backwards
like you're never even born

Take sides
Rewrite the lines
the keep you out
we'll find the time

This door stays shut
open palm to the gut
this door stays shut
this honeymoon....