Happy New Year, Nanie

by Pluto Gang

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Recorded, mixed, and mastered by Michael Briggs in Denton, TX.
Artwork by Sean Skinner.

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released January 2, 2013

Sambora Pik - Vocals/Lyrics
Tyler DuBois - Guitar/Vocals
Zack Bloomfield - Guitar/Vocals
Sean Skinner - Drums/Vocals
Elijah Irvine - Bass

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Track Name: Limp Basquiat
Why can't you just kill me?
I'm as close to dead past.
My eyes as seems.

Wrecked your car. Ruined our chance.
Why not toss me in a pit?

Where spikes and acid wait.

Pull my eyes out of socket.
Make me see to understand.
Snap off my fingers.
Lead the way.

Is that what you really wanted?

Red lights between.
There's just no sight of green.
Track Name: In Reference to People Shrouded In Sound
These mouths that don't stop.
Please make your way to a shut.
You've reminded me many times of my faults.

An overnight solution, as in movies, cannot be.
A little bit of TLC is all I need.
But no, you only cause this distorted mugged face.

Yes I'm looking to be better but better in your sense is not better.

For as this disrupt boy has become a burden, a handful, a bitch.
Track Name: Take/Shove
Kill me where I stand, won't you choke me in my sleep?
Why should I stay when you only want to eat at our flesh to the bone?
Quite a gruesome little moan.
Appetite galore for the money hungry whore.

I'll not be your main course, I say.
You can't have my will today or any other.
To make this clear, these knees stay off the floor.
The only finger you can have of mine is

Fuck your blue collars.

Short, straight to the point.
Inform the deforms.

Scars from making you rich.
Look at these trash-bag eyes.
Track Name: Entangled Fingers On the Way To the Creek
Day after. To only worry. Search meaning. No clarification. Creeping in so subtly. Its gotta quit. Rip it out of

thought. Be done with this shit. What it needs, a missile or three. Bombs away. Rest and lay.

Three years after, still in high school? Grouped up. Good choice. Refuse at the end. 180 and walk away.

Board the bus and get off at the wrong stop. Entangled fingers on the way to the creek.

Lucid DMT.
Track Name: Rustic Furniture
Appealing feelings to all five senses.
Outrageous, uncontrolled.
Dreams mixed. So mixed.
Is it unwanted?
Chase towards.
It's wrong.
Only a dream.
But why so real?