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The Changing Hour EP

by The Changing Hour

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1.
You're on the curtains of a three-act play But you never made your way to the stage And we missed you, but not enough to write or call Or convince you that the show will not go on But it did and we did Recession killed a business Now we're livin' now you're livid Will you consider this? Recession killed a business Now we're livin' and you're livid Will you consider this? Recession killed a business Now we're livin' and you're livid You're on the curtains of a three-act play (Will you consider this?) And you never made your way to the stage (Recession killed a business) And we missed you (Now we're livin' and you're livid)
2.
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Don't cover for me now Because I actually wanna' be found out And bound by contract Mix some weed with Dextromethorphan I'm down and out but now my hatchet's thrown Chopped up my spite for mortal enemies A bomb, our violent past implodes Vanquishing fear, but fuck my memory It's gone, it's gone, it's gone It's just money nothing phenomenal But low stakes loving that's just improbable Like west coast loving nothing illogical But west coast fucking that's mythological love I'm in love with myself With myself Don't cover for me now Because I actually wanna' be found out And bound by Rx Upgrade to promethazine Was down, so down and out, but now my hatchet's thrown Chopped up my spite for mortal enemies A bomb, our violent past implodes Vanquishing fear, but fuck my memory It's gone, it's gone, it's gone Stole you some blood soaked money for spittin' the topical It's hood rich money short lived and nominal This west coast money's inflated and bountiful But west coast money that's mythological love It's not love, but it sells, but it sells Don't cover for me now Because I actually wanna' be found out And bound by DTs Sip some more promethazine Was down so down without but now my hatchet's thrown Chopped up my spite for mortal enemies A bomb, our violent past implodes Vanquishing fear, but fuck my memory It's gone, it's gone, it's gone...
3.
She held her gun up high So they smashed my window As the cops drive by make her a widow As their bullets slide through my mouth like needles The blood tastes oh so good But if it tastes too good then drink it slow Embellish liquid dinner throw it up She said I wanna' taste you sober for an hour When the shots come in at a constant flow There's brain cells lost and complimentary oaths Now I always gotta' steal you I never get to feel you I'm always trying to read you And always gotta' steal you some answers Always love to hear me squawk Always tryin' to wind me up Always gotta' tease me And always fuckin' feed me your answers Welcome to a world where back seats drive Straights beat flushes Handguns saving lives Welcome to a world where back seats drive Straights beat flushes Handguns save our lives tonight Well with our guns held high hanging out the window Through my bloodshot eyes seeped sun from limbo Like a twilight lie it's a dream that's simple Wake up, wake up my man you ain't sinful Wake up, wake up from this fucked up limbo Wake up Welcome to a world where back seats drive Straights beat flushes Handguns saving lives Welcome to a world where back seats drive Straights beat flushes Handguns save our lives tonight
4.
Got to find a way to get back down I'm a ghost in conversation I'm a flower on the wall every Friday night They say this city's alive But from where I stand, I can't hear a sound I've got to find a way to get back down Tell me again how we use to sing With burning lungs at 3am Driving through this town then we'd back it up and do it all again A breeze passes and the ashes fly Step out of the car and pretend that I'm alive You've been down so long these words may never breathe You say, "Even if I spoke out the words they wouldn't matter when you look like me" If we could go back and just live our memories It wouldn't even matter if these words don't ever breathe And I said, "Have you ever seen the city on fire coming up on Addison? It's what I miss most about home" We grab our coats and we step outside Just get back in the car and drive If this is healing let the rehab begin I'm all alone and I'm covered in sin If this is healing let the rehab begin I'm all alone and I'm covered in sin We're the broken down and the left behind But nothing's new and we're all fine

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released February 15, 2012

Produced by George Gumbs & The Changing Hour
Mixed by George Gumbs
Engineered by James McLaughlin
Mastered by Maxwell George

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