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Love at First Fight, Vol. 1

by War Party & Doom Ghost

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John and Jackie in their tower alone just wonderin' what to do with their wedding gifts and their swollen red lips and the pieces of their party, too. Did he love her enough Did she let him enough? is that all there was to this affair? A bottle of wine, a few sertraline some sweaty fingers in her hair-- a love beyond repair. But I know that they really want to make it in this world alone Don't want a house, don't want a spouse, don't want a prayer, don't want a job, don't want a car, don't want a trunk A doctor or accountant or lawyer, just beginner's luck. You could be particle dust on the radiowaves long after your body is gone and if you're not careful who you leave your estate to coca-cola may one day own all of your songs. Ziggy & Darby swore to just 5 years but only one of 'em really told the truth. Isn't it wild to think that you're wildest dreams might be wild enough to finish you? This machine kills artists, too! but you know that you don't really want to make it in this world alone You want a staff to prepare your food, you want an audience whose eyes are stuck and a stack of dead presidents, too. You want beginner's luck. Sitting stoned in my room alone clumsy fingers plucking out a tune to the crowded cafe static on my cellular phone, a sort of rhapsody in Klein blue. Uh oh! Woah oh!
I've got a song in my head, it keeps me up all night at 3AM if I look up its all black and white During the day I get the blues just looking at the sky, I hired a nurse for the weakends, she brings me back to life I hired a hearse for the weak ends if it don't go right I got a real expensive lawyer to argue my side Oh yes If it don't go right I'm going to need someone to take my side so she said, "If you got a drink then I'll take a drink and if you don't want to think, oh I got just the thing and if you've got no plans then honey, I'm your man. I'll dig a hole just to prove to You how damned I am." That's what she said.
Our lips were red, our hands were led to passing back and forth a revolver one on one russian roulette fell into your bed and then out of your bed like a real "problem solver" and I felt like a crushed rat getting pulled out of the arms of a mousetrap then crushed once again by the insignificance of my death and thus life. So I'll just sulk here until I rot, in the bottom of your kitchen trash can and once the smell is gone I'll be forgot and you'll continue your affair with the garbage man Oh how sad, how truly fucking tragic that no tragedy has ever taken place here before when we were so sure that this stress was post traumatic. And we crawled into our heart-shaped Trojan horse We never could make love like we could war. But oh wait a minute, Mr. Postman, didn't you see this coming? Yeah, wait a minute what kind of man delivers a letter like that and then just takes off running? Let it rot in the mailbox and maybe someday he'll come back. You can place your final bet on True Love like its just another horse at the track and all of your dreams will do nothing but watch you sleep.
Whats a boy to do with sand when all he wanted was a hand cant you help a brother out words left your lips as i went out To the sound of a new steady beat i no longer want to repeat the way your feet hit the sidewalk old converse on a beanstalk That was a low blow wasnt it? Silly sayings still follow me silly words still hollow me On my knees on the train tracks on my knees cause theres no tagbacka if it keeps raining this sweater wont do the rain hits harder and the water soaks thru That was a low blow wasnt it?
There is a room inside my heart painted with lavender walls and a window sill where rosemary sits and lets me sing to her But rosemary cross wont sing with me no rosemary cross wont sing Rosemary cross wont sing with me and so i sing alone There is a room inside my head draped with christmas lights Cause sometimes whats normal is just a little too bright and it makes me want to run away So i run and i run just as far as i can And ill run till i run with a cane But wherever i go theres still someone else Someone to sing with me So sing a song so sing a song a song about nothing no nothing at all but at least youll be singing with me


The first offering of recordings by two bands emerging from the Fort Worth, TX music scene and gracing Lo Life Recordings with their presence.


released March 8, 2012

War Party tracks performed by:

Cameron Smith, Ricky Williford, Tyler Moore, and Peter Marsh

Doom Ghost tracks performed by:

LaVern Marigold, Banana Boy, and Brian Beetle Bailey


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