FEINTS

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Produced by Rob Phillips and David Baron. Recorded and mixed at Electric Loompaland, mastered at Candy Mountain.

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released March 8, 2014

Amy Douglas - all vocals, piano, and keys.
David Baron - all guitars and stringed instruments other than bass
Rob Phillips - bass guitar
Tim Marten - drums and percussion

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FEINTS Boston, Massachusetts

Feints are:
Amy Douglas - all vocals, piano, keys
David Baron - all guitars and stringed instruments except bass
Rob Phillips - bass guitar
Tim Marten - drums and percussion

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Track Name: Los Angeles at Last
New York City, you’re always in the papers
New York City, they say you’re all the rage
New York City, your squalor and skyscrapers
Midnight cowboys with your doe-eyed Brooklyn babes.

Well, New York City just lost another sinner
I’m packing up my suitcase, and my guitars
I’m going where the losers are all winners
Gonna smoke on the beach, with all the freaks and the faded stars

Cause I made it
Los Angeles at last
Yes I made it
Los Angeles, Los Angeles, Los Angeles at last

LA’s full of professional drunk drivers
And movie queens who just might have met their match
LA’s full of professional survivors
And junkie salesmen, peddling only grade-A snatch

And if the big one hits, and turns us all to sticks and rubble
Rips the sidewalk open and swallows all us whole
I’ll hit the Rainbow and order me a double
And tell the Devil that he’s free to come collect my soul

CHORUS:
Cause I made it
Los Angeles at last
Yes I made it
Los Angeles at last
Yes I made it
Los Angeles at last
Yes I made it
Los Angeles, Los Angeles at last

(solo)

Los Angeles, Los Angeles at last
Los Angeles, Los Angeles at last
Los Angeles, Los Angeles at last
Los Angeles, Los Angeles, Los Angeles at last

(chorus)
Track Name: Loaded Dice
I’m a soldier’s son born to serve the corps
A family legacy to serve in times of war
And they trained me well to fight with gun in hand
To carry on until the blood flowed on the sand

Now they’ve sent me home to those who knew me when
And told me Uncle Sam would help me start again
Where the hell is he? I’m barely making ends
I’m lost an all alone, and running out of friends

CHORUS:
Cause they played with loaded dice
And they stripped me to the bone
I said hey, Daddy, don’t you leave me by myself
To face the enemy alone

The battle rages on, I try to hide the scars
One day I’m pumping gas, the next I’m parking cars
But still I’m hanging on, I’m coping with the pain
The bottle helps to kill the voices in my brain

Well they played with loaded dice
And they stripped me to the bone
I said hey, Daddy, don’t you leave me by myself
To face the enemy alone

Yeah they played with loaded dice
And they stripped me to the bone
I said hey, Daddy, don’t you leave me by myself
To face the enemy alone
(solo)
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Track Name: Hudson Valley Stomp
Going out to Hudson
I’m gonna grab my old acoustic
Gonna fill the car with whisky
And head out where the mountains kiss the sky

Gonna head to Housatonic
Where the make the bread with chocolate
And get lost for a minute
In the wonder of the road less traveled by

Rolling down the window
Seeing all good people
Easy conversation
Kicking up my feet and getting high (oh, my!)

CHORUS:
Going out to Hudson
Gonna make ourselves a scene
Going out to Hudson
Gonna burn through gasoline

Going out to Hudson
I’m gonna star in my own western
Cross the Rip Van Winkle
You can almost taste excitement in the air

Gonna leave the car on Warren
Throw back good tequila
Hunt down 646’s
Cause I tend to wear my Levi’s with a flare

(chorus)

And I can almost see the eagle fly
Soaring round the mountainside

(solo)

Trinkets beads and baubles
In Woodstock and Phoenicia
Tinker street is over
Lets go on out and get pancakes at Sweet Sue's

The Joyus Lake’s a head shop
But Big Pink is forever
That’s all that really matters now
That’s all I need to chase away my blues
Track Name: Saturday
Hey, boy
What’cha doing all by yourself?
Wouldn’t you like to just throw all your troubles away?
Yeah, boy
Put that old book back up on the shelf
Toss me the keys, shake it loose and I’ll show you the way

Climb up
High on the roof we’ll be looking down
At the junkies and flunkies, people who sleep through the day
It ain’t much, but what can you do in this shithole town?
Everyone’s looking for someone to show them the way

And the lights look so pretty
When they’re shining on down
They make you feel like the king of the city
Come on baby take a hold of the crown

CHORUS:
You can have anything that you want cause it’s Saturday
You can be anyone who you want to it’s Saturday
You can run with the freaks in the park, cause it’s Saturday, Saturday, Saturday

Hey, boy
I think I’ve got what you’re looking for
I’ve got that candy, that sweet shit you’re needing today
Dress up
Let’s go be criminals way downtown
All of our people are gassed up and ready to play

And the lights look so pretty
When they’re shining on down
They make you feel like the king of the city
Come on baby take a hold of the crown

(chorus)

You can have anything that you want cause it’s Saturday
You can be anyone who you want to it’s Saturday
Come on baby let’s play in the dark, cause it’s Saturday, Saturday, Saturday

I’m going back behind the palace where the boys try to look so hard
Where there’s punks and greasers, skanks and skeezers
Burn your hipster card

(solo)

(chorus)

You can have anything that you want cause it’s Saturday
You can be anyone who you want to it’s Saturday, on Saturday
You can be anyone who you want to it’s Saturday
I said Saturday, Saturday, Saturday, Saturday
On Saturday
On Saturday
Saturday
Track Name: Berklee Boys
All the boys who go to Berklee
Oh, oh, oh, oh
All the boys who go to Berklee
Oh, oh, oh, oh
High on pheromones and braggadocio oh
All the boys who go to Berklee
Oh, oh, oh, oh

I would love to take you for a ride
We could grab some joe at The Other Side
Would you mind if we stayed here in your room
I could roll a joint so really slow
Turn the lights down low
Oh, oh, oh, oh

Pretty boys who go to Berklee
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Standing out like everyone they know
Oh, oh, oh
The wanna be like Pixies, Miles, or Dip-lo
Oh, oh, oh
All the boys who go to Berklee
Oh, oh, oh, oh

I would love to take you for a ride
We could grab some joe at The Other Side
Would you mind if we stayed here in your bed
I can tell you’ve got so far to go
Let me show you all I know
Oh, oh, oh, oh

Well, all you boys who go to Berklee
Such a fine pedigree
A Silver Factory for silver suburban boys
It’s gonna be a different playground once you get your degree
In a sandbox with the ones who don’t play that noise
They don’t play

I would love to take you for a ride
We could grab some joe at The Other Side
Would you mind if we stayed here in your room
I could roll a joint so really slow
And I’ll turn the lights down low
And I’ll pull you oh so close
Let me show you all I know, yeah

All the boys who go to Berklee
All the boys who go to Berklee
All the boys who go to Berklee
All the boys who go to Berklee
Track Name: Invalid
Why am I not good enough for you?
Why do you beat me black and blue?
Why do you tell me what to do?
Why did you kick me in the head?
Now I’m just good enough to be
An invalid

Why, why is your heart made out of stone?
Oh why, why do you chew me to the bone?
You used to treat me like a dog
Now you just treat me like a kid
And I’m just good enough to be an invalid

I, I let you chain me to the wall
I get on my knees and start to crawl
Remember the way you held me down
And all the messed up things you did
I am just good enough to be your invalid

But you left me
When I’m busted and bleeding
A broken nothing
Glass all over the floor
There were some transgressions
But I forgive all the cuts and bruises
I’ll do whatever makes you stay

(solo)

Why am I not good enough for you?
Oh why
What is this hell you put me through?
But as I’m sinking into you
Maybe before we hit the skids
I am just good enough to be your invalid
Invalid
Invalid
Invalid
Track Name: Death Rattle
Baby won't you come on
Won't you come and take a ride
In my blood stained motor machine
Living on bourbon, kicking up dust and the smell of gasoline.

Fall out hard in a cheap motel, sweating out the nicotine.
Wheels spin round, and the girl's been found, I was here but never seen.

CHORUS:
Oh, baby got a death rattle, baby gonna die
Baby got a death rattle, baby gonna die

Wheels to the ground, gonna hug desert flesh
Like the curves of a beauty queen
Gonna cut you up, gonna cut you down, in Lucifer's guillotine 

Searching for that one good drop of blood in a vacant endless scene,
And when I hunt you down, I'm gonna take you to the ground
I'm gonna show you what I really mean.

(chorus)

(solo)

Death makes a man ride shotgun with the devil
Death is a bride to be
Death is the judge, Death is the jury
Death is you and me.

So baby won't you come on
Won't you come and take a ride
In my blood stained motor machine
Living on bourbon, kicking up dust and the smell of gasoline.

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Track Name: Fighting My Way Back (FREE BONUS TRACK)
I'm tough, rough, ready and able
To pick myself up from under this table
Don't stick no sign on me, I got no label
I'm a little sick, unsure, unsound, and unstable

But I'm fighting my way back

I'm busting out and I'm going in
I'm kicking up about the state I'm in
Looking to my future, not my past
I want to be a good girl but how long can it last

Fighting my way back

This kid is going to wreck and ruin
I'm not quite sure of what I'm doing
You see it happened all a little too soon
But it's all there in this here tune

Fighting my way back