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How much is that meat?
How much is that meat?
How much is that meat?
How much is that meat?
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She’s seen it comin’ for a long, long time
There’s no love in his his touch, something’s on his mind
She had her suspicions, he was messin’ around
The strange smell of perfume could always be found
The telephone rings, it’s her friend from the block
The news isn’t good, she hangs the phone up in shock
A strange looking woman spotted there on the scene
The situation unfolding was surely obscene
Jump in the car, ain’t gotta drive too far
She ain’t stoppin’ for lights, she’s got him dead in her sights
Walk through the door, he’s got her nailed to the floor
With her legs in the air, she’s screaming his name
He yells, “Amy, Amy baby, it’s not how it seems”
As he pulls on his pants he says “give me a chance”
But there’s nothing to say, the cheating ends today
She’s been played for a fool, but she’s startin’ all over tonight
Drive back to work with a head full of steam
Seems so unreal, like some kind of dream
Walk through the door, catching shit from her boss
An unexcused absence, her job she just lost
Pleading her case, she hopes they’ll change their mind
But she walked out of work for the very last time
She gathers her things, takes them back to her home
She sits down and finds herself all alone
Out of work – fired from her job
If she’d only gone home sick, she’d still have a job
She blew her chances – He blew his wad
No work, no man, just time – that’s all she’s got
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You're a fucking idiot
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I Love "The Cosby Show"
I Love "The Cosby Show"
I Love "The Cosby Show"
I Love "The Cosby Show"
I Love "The Cosby Show"
I Love "The Cosby Show"
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Goin’ hot and heavy, can’t keep your hands to yourselves
A love that’s so strong, you can’t compare it to anything else
The most perfect of unions, guided from the heavens above
But, trust me when I say there’s nothing unusual about your love
You think you’ve got it all figured out
But, I can tell you this without any doubt
It’s just an ordinary, run-of-the-mill kind of love
There’s nothing worth noting, or remarkable to speak of
You’ve been dating for months now, and things are going pretty great
You were waiting for marriage, but the two of you just couldn’t wait
When he beds you down, baby, you feel as if you both become one
But there’s three of you now, cuz he filled you up with his cum
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released July 10, 2017
Tracks 1-13 = Captain Three Leg
Tracks 2, 4, 8, 10 + 12 recorded February 28th, 2016 with Reaper.
Track 6 recorded March 15th, 2015 with Reaper..
Tracks 1, 3, 5, 7, 9, 11 + 13 recorded January, 2014 at Backwoods Butcher Mobile Unit.
Andy - Guitar, Bass, Vocals + Roland SH-101
Brian - Drums + Vocals
Doug - Everything on 1, 3, 5, 7, 9, 11 + 13
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Tracks 14-17 = Vanishing Cities
Sound/Production - C. Taibi
aphotictransmission@gmail.com
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Cover art by Matthew Crowe.
Traycard by Colin Taibi.
Inside art: Tim Mohr.