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Going Postal EP

by Tourist Trap

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1.
Detour 02:54
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Why do you always do whatever people tell ya to? Break the rules, you're undeniable Try so hard, you're unreliable Living life, you're always on autopilot Putting people down with vile words, you should just stay quiet When you say things the wrong way My blood boils, I see red, it makes me want to scream. Makes me want to see the light As it burns so brightly, in the city that will never, ever sleep again Nights are much longer, but we are stronger We will not squander, we want to conquer it all No doubt about it, no doubt about it No doubt about it, the writing's on the walls I'm done, it's no fun anymore Take it off, not my fault. I'm out the door. Upside down, I'm all rung out, I'm out of gas, this too shall pass, I'm lost but found, surrounding sound Monstrosities are killing me I see the the light As it burns so brightly, in the city that will never, ever sleep again Nights are much longer, but we are stronger We will not squander, we want to conquer it all No doubt about it, no doubt about it No doubt about it, the writing's on the walls
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Fox Paws 04:04
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What do you see when you look at me? I know you're not thinkin' too pleasantly. Is it my dad shoes? Is it my mad moves, giving queues the excuse to get up, leave in two's? Ten-four good buddy, on the highway to to soul On a freight train running out of control You try to get me down on my knees Well guess what, friend? You're not better than me! Next time you hear my voice will be on the radio Pull the record out of the sleeve, drop the needle Pull the shades down on the window My laughing gas will put you on your back My notion potion giving you a panic attack There might be something that I lack But I'm a jet-black ice pack with a bunch of knick-knacks So patty wack, give this dog his bone On a straight sprint, and I'm sliding into home When I get there, I know I'll be safe 'Cause I'll clean up the crime scene and leave no trace Next time you hear my voice will be on the radio Pull the record out of the sleeve, drop the needle Pull the shades down on the window I might not have much money But I got all this time to spend Swing low with hope, I’m aiming for glory And we’ll see who's winning in the end Some people talk 'cause they got something to say Others speak just to hear themselves each and every day At the end of the rope with a knife in my hand And I cut the chord, I'm going to my promise land Aiming for a lifetime, shooting high Let the drama roll low, let the bullshit fly by I can take you there, that’s where I’ll be I can take you there, why don't you soar with me? Next time you hear my voice will be on the radio Pull the record out of the sleeve, drop the needle Pull the shades down on the window I might not have much money But I got all this time to spend Swing low with hope, I’m aiming for glory And we’ll see who's winning in the end My life’s relentless, repetition, sometimes Causes some suspicion, that my message will come undone I find, I find my silver lining By refining and combining, refining and combining Next time you hear my voice will be on the radio Pull the record out of the sleeve, drop the needle Pull the shades down on the window
3.
Say 03:39
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Talking to myself in the mirror alone 'Cause I’m the best listener that I know My heart beats, pacing faster as adrenaline flows As I think about the past, trying to let things go As I drink water, I’m wishing it’s wine Trying to sip in courage, trying to build my spine Some words were lost and others were stolen My lips stay locked, but I wish they would open Say anything! But what if it comes out wrong? But what if it comes out wrong? Talk, don’t think! Do what you wanna do, you always find some excuse Obedient frustration aided with temptation, it tastes like sour grapes Holding my own vigil for pain and confusion Talking tongues translating brings me more resolution My conscience is clear as a starry sky on a warm summers night But then a storm come bubbling in, and my warm night turns into a hurricane Say anything! But what if it comes out wrong? But what if it comes out wrong? Talk, don’t think! Do what you wanna do, you always find an excuse
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Waco 03:18
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I'm so lucky / So damn lucky I remember when you would hug me, and tell me goodbye. I'm so thirsty / So damn thirsty If I was a bubble would you burst me, and leave me to dry? In my bohemian ways I could be in outer space Dreaming about the days I've spent with you I feel like mister yesterday Those silly little games we play only run so deep As I beat this garbage can with my bruised and bloody hands Still hope you're watching me In my bohemian ways I could be in outer space Dreaming about the days I spent with you And time and time again I wish I could see my friend I'll spend my life wondering when  I'll see you again Bright lights are taking a back seat to the noise in my brain It's giving me a migraine. Tongue-tied, all knotted up inside, taken by surprise Left at the bottom of the food chain.
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Sox 03:56
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I opened a can of soup, it spun me through a loop of denial I’m on trial with a mild manner Feeling like Bruce Banner with a hammer, Running 'round with no answers "Boom boom!" goes the beat of the drum, I hum, he strums, everybody’s putting up their thumbs Out there, in here, everywhere - lets compare the noises! Limelight in one direction I’ll be your bomb detection I’ll take you home with me if you want me, please Twenty-five thousand miles around Somewhere you’ll be found Take it from me this time this place, we will meet Put on my shoes, I’m bound to lose and I've got to get away Trying to find the words or the phrase to put that smile back on your face I walked up a ladder with clatter to nowhere to find my pie in the sky This loud crowd chatter makes my mind feel broken, scattered Limelight in one direction I’ll be your bomb detection I’ll take you home with me if you want me, please Twenty-five thousand miles around Somewhere you’ll be found Take it from me this time this place, we will meet
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Going Postal 04:56
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Why can’t I find what I’m looking for? Every time things get rough, I fall to the floor, I’m a pillowcase, a bunch of empty space, but nothing to fill it I feel out of place, up up in outer space, and I can't seem to get you out of my head Tropical teases, snow-blown breezes, like a one-two punch I'm walking down the hall, to find my wrecking ball, Following a hunch Flipping through the story book of my life Some pages I’ve ripped out, others I discover are scarred from past, past lovers Oh! What am I doing? I don’t have a plan! Oh! What am I doing? I don’t have a plan! But it's okay, I’ve lived another day If you'd like to stay, you might just hear me say Oh! I don’t have a plan, I'm just doing the best I can Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the most charming one of all? Mirror, mirror on the wall, is it me? No, I got flow like a waterfall! Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the most charming one of all? Mirror, mirror on the wall, is it me? No, I got flow like a waterfall! Oh! What am I doing? I don’t have a plan! Oh! What am I doing? I don’t have a plan! But it's okay, I’ve lived another day If you'd like to stay, you might just hear me say Oh! I don’t have a plan, I'm just doing the best I can Everybody knows, everbody knows what we’ve done to get here So lets have fun, have a little fun, put your foam, put your foam, put your foam fingers on! Sit back, relax, take a nap or jump around! Up and down to your favorite soundtrack Light em up, pour a cup, just do what you can! Welcome to my everlasting Neverland! Oh! What am I doing? I don’t have a plan! Oh! What am I doing? I don’t have a plan! But it's okay, I’ve lived another day If you'd like to stay, you might just hear me say Oh! I don’t have a plan, I'm just doing the best I can...

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released January 20, 2018

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Columbus-bred All-Americana alternative porch-punk blues.



Debut EP 'Going Postal' now available!

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