Hot Sheets EP

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    Hot Sheets first EP recording featuring 6 original songs

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1.
Fuck It 03:10
I was gonna shy away But I said fuckit I was gonna fly away But I said fuckit I was lying low Til I said fuckit I walked right through that door When I said fuckit If you wanna start feeling If you wanna start screaming If you wanna start squirming If you wanna start learning You gotta say fuckit Say fuckit You gotta fuckit Say fuckit I was gonna throw me in But I said fuckit I was gonna get ‘er done But I said fuckit It wasn't worth the pain So I said fuckit How much more of this can I stand Til I say fuckit? Fuckit fuckit fuckit fuckit!!!
2.
Can't Say 03:06
Can’t control the things I want to say When you walk into the room Thoughts of you fall across my mouth Where do these ideas come from Gotta let you know what you do to me But what’s the first thing I say? You’re in my mind every day The smell of you drives me insane I can’t say Things I really want to say This thing in me Won’t let me get away Secret desire Is burnin my fire Milky white flesh And my flame’s getting higher Can’t Say What I want to say Shivers up my spine When you speak to me Let your words caress my skin Shiny silver buttons running up my chest Do you wanna be let in Can’t Say What I want to say
3.
Sittin ‘round, lookin for food, I got nothing Sittin ‘round, got those hunger pangs, those pangs they got me Gonna go to the market, see what they got for me You can find me in the grocery aisle I’m gonna be a while In the store I’m lookin around, size em up, size em down Pick and choose, I got nothing to lose (til I pick one) Take it home, but what have I done? I’d much much much rather be all alone In the grocery aisle Sauntering up and down the grocery aisle Wasting one more day in the grocery aisle Thinkin I’m gonna find something worth my while It’s the same old story that’s been told time after time Except we think it’s gonna end up good this time We keep thinkin we gotta end up with something So we get it and we end up with nothing From the grocery aisle Sauntering up and down the grocery aisle Another wasted day in the grocery aisle Thinkin I’m gonna find something worth my while We’re all afraid to walk out empty handed We’re all afraid to feel like we’ve been stranded We’re all afraid to feel like we have nothing So we grasp blindly Just give me something Because anything is something Anything is something Anything is nothing Fuck this shit In the grocery aisle Sauntering up and down the grocery aisle Pick and choose and lose from the grocery aisle Never never never worth my while
4.
Engineer 02:29
She’s brilliant and she’s got the American dream It seems so easy, it seems so easy But when they kick her, she doesn’t even see It’s all too easy, it’s all too easy The thunderbolt that kills us doesn’t strike from overhead It jabs at us a hundred times every day instead They’re laughing that she wants to have it all It seems so easy, it seems so easy But then they trip her, and watch her fall It’s all too easy, it’s all too easy The thunderbolt that kills us doesn’t strike from overhead It jabs at us a hundred times every day instead Tripping, stabbing, jabbing, goring Years of stomping down our wit Til we break into a million little bits I’m an Engineer, not a cheerleader The slow drumbeat of invisibility The slow drumbeat of predictability The slow drumbeat of no value The slow drumbeat of devalue The thunderbolt that kills us doesn’t strike from overhead It jabs at us a hundred times every day instead Tripping, stabbing, jabbing, goring Years of stomping down our wit Til we break into a million little bits I’m an Engineer, not a cheerleader I’m an Engineer
5.
Stick Em Up 02:32
It's eating me alive It's got me roped and tied It's swallowing me whole It's got me stuck in a hole Please money let me go Stick ‘em Up! Your Money or Your Life I thought I needed it to be free But here it is, choking me Hungry ghosts won't leave me alone Looks like a roast but it’s bone Please money leave me alone Stick ‘em Up! Your Money or Your Life
6.
Come On 06:37
There’s a place I know Where all the women go It's dark in there The gentlemen stare They lick their lips And sway their hips They spread their legs And moan for days Come on come on And touch me there There's a place I know Where gentlemen go It's bright in there Electronic glare They flex their hands And stomp their feet They don't know There are better things to eat Come on come on And lick me there There's a place I know Where real women go With cellulite And skin stretched tight They give their hearts And bleed a real blood They don't pretend To give you love Come on come on And meet me there There's a place I know Where strong women go They stand up straight Rejecting self-hate They touch themselves With fire in their eyes The world's in flames Their orgasms are to blame Come on come on I touch myself

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Hot Sheets first studio recording, featuring 6 original songs.

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released February 27, 2018

Karen McFarlane Holman / Dropkick || guitar & vox
Jessica Amos / Claw || bass & vox
Jamie Sloan / Bangz || drums

Produced and mixed by Charles Normal at Magnetic Real studio June 2017 and January 2018

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