Clean

by Whores.

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"Atlanta, GA noise merchants WHORES. return with their highly anticipated second offering, Clean. Recorded this past May by Ryan Boesch (Melvins, Helmet, Tomahawk, Fu Manchu) at Parhelion Recording Studios in Atlanta, GA, Clean sees the band refine their crushingly heavy, catchy as fuck rock to violent perfection.
Known for their intense, memorable live shows and unabashed punk rock attitude, WHORES. are sure to be a household name in 2013. Look for them on tour soon!"

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released 29 October 2013

releases 29 October 2013
Brutal Panda Records
www.brutalpandarecords.com

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Track Name: BABY BIRD
I’m going out tonight, and I don’t care who knows.
I recognize my Siamese self, and he’s ready to go.
I’m going out tonight, and I don’t care if you’re coming.
I sent a message in a telepathic grin, and I know how to keep running.

I sit inside and hide from a better man.
I cut and run and it slips right through my hands.

I’m going out tonight, and I hope that it hurts.
I realize my body’s a lie, and I don’t know which is worse.

I have these terrible dreams.
I fall from the nest.
I break, and I’m free.
Track Name: LAST LOOKS
I’ve been so devout.
I’ve been drowning out the voices in my head.
I’ve been suffering for all the choices that I’ve made.
An ancient baby filled with dread.

I know, I know. I want to let it go. I can’t get it right.
I’m on to you. You forced my hand to choose. We can leave tonight.

This is for cowards. This is for slack-jawed.
Settled in on the losing end. Tourniquet-clad. Blackballed.
We’re tired of the race. We’re sick of the smell.
A special lie that hides inside, but it sells and it sells and it sells.
Track Name: I AM NOT A GOAL ORIENTED PERSON
All the girls are professional by design.
All the men are dogs.
I’ve been plotting my escape.
Release. Stand down. Withdraw.

I know. I’ve got that feeling too.
What goals? I’m old. Yeah. Right.

My curious hands made plans for the future.
Now my sad eyes only see the past.
It’s a little-known fact that I made a pact
to never, ever let anything last.

I saw you running. I felt your burning hand.
Now I realize. Now I understand.
Track Name: COUGARS, NOT KITTENS
I’ve had enough. I need someone to pick me up off my knees. I haven’t got it in me to say please. You’re tired of living. You’re going to die covered in disease.

Cougars, not kittens.
Mouths filled with teeth.

I know where you go. And I know how you get down on your knees. I haven’t got it in me to say please. You’re tired of living. You’re going to die covered in disease.

Cougars, not kittens.
Mouths filled with teeth.
My wrists are still bleeding.
But my heart still beats.

I hope this breaks your heart.

Cougars, not kittens.
Those kids just can’t see.
Track Name: BLUE BLOOD
Give in.

We could move out here and disappear.
They’ve got houses and cars and chandeliers.
How can a man like me remain in the light?

We could move out here and get it right.
They’ve got forests and fires and quiet nights.
How can a man like me remain in the light?
Give in.
We could cut the lights out and let the wolves in.

I’ve seen the monuments slide in the sea.
How can a man like me stay free?
Track Name: I AM AN AMATEUR AT EVERYTHING
I tried, and I tried to burn down this town.
Turns out, I’m an amateur at everything, and I can’t come down.

Burn your body. Erase your name.
Burn your body. Burn it clean.

That chemical cloud hangs over your head.
A mouth filled with hunger and a heart filled with dread.

I tried, and I tried, and I tried.
I guess this one’s a keeper.
Your head, and your heart, and your hands.
Which one’s cheaper?