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HOOKERS & DRONES EP

by Bolo Santosi

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James Kaminski This band is what people will be listening to in the future Favorite track: CATHETER.
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1.
HOOKERS AND DRONES 01:44
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WOOD BEARING SLOBBERING I’D EXPECT MUCH LESS OF YOU OH SHIMMERING REFLECTING YOUR EYES IN THE MOON BURNING A HOLE THROUGH THE HAND THAT PURSUES SHARPEN YOUR TEETH WHEN THE PACK TURNS ON YOU Wolves at your door Gnashing teeth Hungering Warding off storms with the TREMORS IN MY BONES VIBRATIONS IN MY SPINAL CHORD BORN, stitches are torn Show no remorse The whiskey is WARMING UP MY SOUL STEAMING LIKE A TEA KETTLE GLOW, bridges are burning and shortly you’ll know Becoming the CHILL INSIDE THE SNOW THE ICE THAT COVERS EVERY ROAD DIRT, the heaviest feelings grow roots in the Earth they’re sending the drones, I’m told CANT HIDE FROM THE DRONES CAN’T RESET THE COGS SWEAT IT OUT. GOOD RIDDANCE TO YOUR IGNORANCE BITE THE HOOK AND SLACK THE LINE IT’S BOBBING IN A COOL HORIZON BURNING FROM BOTH SIDES AND SO IT GOES CAUTERIZE THE DAM IT’S BROKEN OPEN
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CATHETER 02:43
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GARDEN MASQUERADE DECAYING FLOWERS PEDALS IN MY HANDS UNDYING CONCERN SUTURES ON MY BACK DIRECT BYPRODUCT PICKING UP THE SLACK BUT NOT FOR YOU I WONT, NO I CANT I WONT I CANT I WONT I WILL NEVER(X4) CHANGE TREAD LIGHTLY BE WEARY I CAN SMELL A RAT FROM THE OTHER SIDE OF THE CITY SINK MY TEETH IN YOUR BANDAGE TASTES JUST LIKE DISDAIN DID, THOUGHT I’D NEVER TASTE IT DRY DISGUISE OPEN UP YOUR THIGHS BUT ONLY FOR THE SUMMERTIME WET DEMISE WETTER THAN THE RAIN IS, DRYING UP MY PATIENCE DROWNING SLOWLY, MAKE UP YOUR PEACE GODDAMN NEEDY YOU KILL YOUR SOUL TO SURVIVE IN THIS CITY 600 feet into the yard, a bruised blossom stood frail between two patches of grass and 300 feet into the street theres a wilting lilly that broke out of the pavement. Harsh conditions, chloroplast denial inside cytoplasm misgivings. I can feel the weight WAIT WEIGHT WAIT FORGET FORGET ABOUT THE PLANS WE HELD THE FLOWERS STAYED ON THE HOTEL BED WAITING WEIGHTED IF I DIE BEFORE I WAKE, PLEASE TAKE MY BODY TO THE LAKE TIE AN ANCHOR, TO MY LEGS AND WATCH ME AS I FUCKING SINK AWAY BOUQUET OF DEAD ROSES ON THE HOTEL BED, I WILL NEVER SEE THE LIVING COLOR GREEN AND I WILL NEVER SMELL THE SCENT OF GASOLINE AGAIN.
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DEATH RATTLE 02:15
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HIDE. FUR. HUSK. PARCHMENT. PEEL. PELT. RIND. DERMA. SHELL. SHUCK. SHEATH. SURFACE. TEAR A WAY, TEAR IT OFF MY FRAME, DON'T LEAVE ONE DAMN THING, JUST A SKELETON WITH NO DIGNITY. I AM BLEACH WHITE BONE DRY VOID OF EMOTION VOID OF FEELING. DEATH RATTLING. I shook hands. With the president of soil and sand. To strengthen this camaraderie the smoke will fill the sovereignty Priority will empty me these thoughts i will eradicate. I shook hands with the president again, and said: "You will not gain control of me, your grip won't get the best of me. Revisiting to drop this vice SO WHEN YOU DIE, I'LL FUCKING FEEL ALRIGHT." SHORT OF BONES INSIDE YOUR HANDS ELASTIC GRIP, THE TENDONS LABOR CENTERFOLDS OF CARTILAGE THE SKIN IS FALLING OFF YOUR FINGERS SHORT OF BONES INSIDE YOUR HANDS ELASTIC GRIP, THE TENDONS LABOR CENTERFOLDS OF CARTILAGE THE SKIN IS FALLING OFF YOUR FINGERS VOID OF FEELING. DEATH RATTLE THEN DIE.
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COFFEE ENEMA 02:40
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Exploit all your peers Relinquish your guilt Savor the flavor The sting in your throat Sell drugs to your friends One day they’ll all croak So speed up the process and Promote your dope LIFE IS HAZY AND INTOXICATING TEAR YOUR THOUGHTS LIKE PAGES OVERCOMPLICATED A BLACK OVERCOAT AND AN OLD SOUL 100 PROOF LIQUOR TO WARD OFF THE COLD LEAVE IT ALONE TATTERED FOLD GIVE UP THE THINGS YOU’VE BEEN SOLD GOLDEN FLASK GOLDEN FLASK REMOVE YOUR MIRRORS AND NEVER LOOK BACK GOLDEN FLASK REMOVE YOUR MIRRORS AND NEVER LOOK BACK YOU’RE DERAILING EVERY TRAIN OF THOUGHT AS MY MIND IS MAKING UP THE STOPS WE ARE ONLY VULTURES WITHOUT OUR BORDERS THE STATION REEKS OF CARCAS ROT COFFEE GRINDS EVIDENT STAINS THE DARKER THE MEASURE THE BETTER THE TASTE LIKE TIME AND TIME AGAIN I’VE TRIED TO CONJURE CONCERN BUT IT GETS PUSHED ASIDE INDIFFERENCE IS BUILT AS MY SKIN IS CAST I NEED SOMETHING TO RISE FROM THE ASH GOLDEN FLASK GOLDEN FLASK DRAW BACK THE CURTAINS TO FACE ONE MORE SUN YOU CANT STAND I can feel it scaling up my back hair standing nose bleeding and it’s yelling: “GOLDEN FLASK DRAW BACK THE CURTAINS TO FACE ONE MORE SUN YOU CANT STAND DERAIL YOUR MENTAL AND SCAVENGE YOUR THOUGHTS WE BECOME VICTIMS OF CARCAS ROT”

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Recorded in March of 2014 with Will Killingsworth @ Dead Air Studios in Amherst, MA.
Mastered by Will Killingsworth.
Artwork by Bill Ferrara.

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released April 20, 2014

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Bolo Santosi Plymouth, Massachusetts

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Andrew Coffey - vocals
Joel Fagerberg- guitar
James MacNeil - bass
Billy Sears - drums

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