Police Teeth

by Police Teeth

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4th LP LFR-037

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credits

released 16 October 2012

Recorded and mixed by Jackson Justice Long
Mastered by Carl Saff
Cover Photography by Jodi Shapiro (www.jshapirophoto.com)

James Burns: Vocals/Guitar
Chris Rasmussen: Vocals/Bass
Richy Boyer: Drums

Jackson Long: additional percussion/backing vocals.

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Track Name: Bellingham Media Blackout
Lightning storm hits a small town. Power lines sizzle and arc. Trace a path back to State Street connecting the black char marks. Can't reset your modem. The paperclip won't fit in the hole. Power cycle won't do a thing. The network's down and you ain't paid up your phone. Your friends tried calling in the National Guard, but they ain't never heard of you. Don't bother asking if they know who you are. Don't bother asking if they'll send help soon. The waves are crashing in, you'd better move quickly if you don't want to drown. Treading water waist deep. If you want to live, you'd better get the hell out of town. No burritos, no Western, no Fairhaven. Atlantis comes to downtown. Catching waves on dead bodies, surf's up! It's a Bellingham media blackout. They paved I-5 over a fault line. The ground cracks and Bellis Fair falls inside. Cop cars overturned in lettered streets. Smoke hangs in the air for miles. It's raining frogs at your editor's house. Dude, that's not cool. Martial law, riots in the streets. Bayonets, jungle rules. No Casa, no Rudy's, no Pel Meni, no Super Mario's, no State Street, no York Street, no 3B, no nothing at all.
Track Name: Emmanuelle In Renton
When we were young was there something that I didn't know? It's too long, long, long. Locked out of the room even when we were home. For too long, long, long. And if the kids got in, what could they have shown? To everyone, one, one. Now the papers are signed and I'll never know what you've done. When we come home, the room's packed and we're gone. And if he comes home, will he do something wrong? Years passed and what is it that kept us around, for so long, long, long? If they neighbors asked what should I say was that sound? It's too loud, loud, loud. "Son don't you ever go over that fence. Don't you ever go in that backyard. Don't forget what happened, 'cause we'll never know what he's done." The Redhead, the Brunette, and the Room That You Can't Get Into.