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Reflections

by The Living Skins

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forrest Another great collection of angry, high-energy tracks from Portland's best. Favorite track: She's Still Running with the Devil.
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1.
I'm strutting down the street And I'm looking like a queen I missed the last bus But won't take the next train I see your lips a-moving And I don't give a shit We know just what we want And baby you ain't it You better run, run, run ditty dum You better run, run, run, as fast as they come I've got a badge, burden, belt, hat, and a gun And I'm acting pissed drunk But I'm just having some fun I'm strutting down the street And I'm looking like a queen I'm just a starving artist Putting lead in all my paint I see your lips a-moving I don't give a shit You know we need a cure And baby you ain't it You better run, run, run ditty dum You better run, run, run, as fast as they come I've got a badge, burden, belt, hat, and a gun And I'm acting pissed drunk But I'm just having some fun Oh, oh, oh Oh hell no I'm strutting down the street And I'm looking like a queen I missed the last bus But won't take the next train I see your lips a-moving And I don't give a shit We know just what we want And baby you ain't it You better run, run, run ditty dum You better run, run, run, as fast as they come I've got a badge, burden, belt, hat, and a gun You better run, run, run because I'm as fast As they come
2.
There's a light on in the back of this hotel room For two, but she'd kill anyone who knew Everybody better cash in their green chips now This dance is boring, need of excitement shall We dance the devil try to trip up his vibe He's a slick man with his suit and tie Well I got to impress her as she's leaving the scene So pull a black Mercedes from the back of my jeans And she's done She's done She keeps on knocking but nobody's home She burned her bridges with no where to go She is So formidable She spits a smile while she's cutting the last line She's dealt the Devil and been burned for the last time She is So Formidable We break the silence with one hell of a high speed chase The air is tight and there's bodies left in our wake Oh baby baby don't you leave me behind Oh baby baby won't you please just be mine (I said) She drops a 9 out the back of a cab I feel so sorry if I'm starting to lag Well she can't leave a witness no not a witness to attest this So she put a bullet in my head with true loves first kiss She keeps on knocking but nobody's home She burned her bridges with no where to go She is So formidable She spits a smile while she's cutting the last line She's dealt the Devil and been burned for the last time She is So Formidable She is still running with the devil
3.
Well I'm out of my mind And out of a trust fund Devour my heart And regrow a third lung Because there ain't no room For a doubtless romanticist With 40 thorny roses For the hopeless compassionate Well the doctor said son Said you got something wrong You've got a screw or two that's loose And you're gunna have to choose Is it money, fame, women, or drugs Because your bioclock is ticking and it's going to blow a fuse (and I said) Hey, Just let it ride Spit it puss in boots tell me what is your game What's your baby's maiden name And what time's your plane If it's getting late If it's running out of thread Watch her flick that cigarette Like she's spitting out revenge The animals are tired My rations are getting smaller Every single day I'm thinking Hell, wouldn't it be smarter to say Hey, Just let it ride.
4.
I wanna hear your breathing underneath the door I wanna see your wings, I wanna see your form You've got that mark the key to my heart and I wanna watch from your courtyard I wanna gaze into your thousand year old stare A flesh embrace and a lock of angel hair I wanna feel you like I couldn't when you were here before I wanna fuck you like we're rotting to the core Rotting to the core I wanna break the locks off of my coffin door I want to breath in the air that I haven't before I want to crawl across your gravity I want to watch you feed I wanna hear you fighting through the swelling of your throat Cracking torches and screaming as they drag you below I wanna crawl to watch you crawl I want to watch you fucking crawl Crawl, I said crawl Watch you fucking crawl I want to watch you bleed out I want to watch you burn I want to watch you bleed And watch you fucking burn I said, burn Burn, Burn, Watch you, Burn, Burn, Watch you fucking burn I said, burn Burn, Burn, I wanna watch you, Fucking, Burn.
5.
Old Joe 04:02
Yesteryears models Lined up on the streets Everyone in the world Has their eyes locked on me I walk a city block As I'm drowning at sea Old Joe stands laughing And smiles at me He knows something I don't want to know He knows something I really outta know I paid off all my debts And got rid of all my fines Not a stroke of luck No, none for this guy But I strut the walk I talk As I'm drowning at sea Old Joe still laughing And smiling at me He knows something I don't want to know He knows something I really outta know Yesteryears models Lined up on the streets Everyone in the world Has their eyes locked on me I walk a city block As I'm drowning at sea Yesteryears models look a whole lot like me.

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released May 8, 2017

Recorded at Opal Studio by Kevin Hahn in Portland, Oregon.
Mastered by Nicholas Matta, the Analog mastermind (and Ash Street spook).

All lyrics and guitar parts written by Samuel Weaver.
Drums written by Fred Gladbach & Jacob Rust.
Additional bass lines written and arranged by Jacob Rust.

*Photography by Samuel Weaver

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