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Lowlife Dreams EP

by Skunkmello

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Ken Elliott This music is absolutely precious. It ticks every single box I have for what I consider to be, at a minimum, at least worthy. Skunkmello are much more than simply worthy of your time and your dosh, though, they are magnificent. The guitar soars, and sings, and courses through the primal chords of your meaty soul. The vocals are spot on, a very rare trait in today's underground rock and metal. The songs are ALL cleverly crafted, filled with hooks and memorable sing along moments. . Favorite track: Two Dudes on a Moped.
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1.
The Way Down 04:15
The Way Down A pair of buckshot eyes And a poorly made disguise Made to fit the enterprise Of living on the run Made a couple wrong turns And few too many burns All the rules I never learned Left me living by the gun Tagged a Mississippi Blue With an old 22 Left a couple IOUs In the lawman's bank Then I robbed a Ghetty With a silver steel machete And my hands were slow and steady As I was filling up the tank This ain't no matinee show Cost another peso I'll be on my way so I'll cash em out here Ain't looking for a fight sir Tried to be polite sir But you fucking with the lights so I gotta bring the fear And the waves they crashing on the way down Need a little time before the heat comes back around They crashing on the way down Need a little time before the heat comes back around Some say that I'm blessed And I don't listen to the rest So I'm cutting it out West In a stolen Chevrolet Got to stay ahead Cus you know they want me dead For the people that have bled On the open freeway Had to hit a liquor store Looking for a little score Caught some shrapnel through the door But I got away clean Don't like to make demands But it's easy to command With a pump-action hand If you know what I mean This ain't no matinee show Cost another peso I'll be on my way so I'll cash em out here Ain't looking for a fight sir Tried to be polite sir But you fucking with the lights so I gotta bring the fear And the waves they crashing on the way down Need a little time before the heat comes back around They crashing on the way down Need a little time before the heat comes back around
2.
Full Recline 04:22
Full Recline Lots of people tangled in their strung-out lives Wired for success like twisty-ties Me I never caught on the that schlock-house grind Must have got a little bit left behind But hey, It's alright with me Cus I prefer it on the back porch of society Grid-lock, traffic fines, no one ever takes their time Me, I'd rather kick it in the good old fashioned sunshine With everybody reeling on amphetamines I'm trying to make a point of going green Oh yeah, and I be feeling fine Cus life's just a whole lot better in full recline Cus I'm a day dreamer My only crime seems to unwind outside of time Day dreamer I often find my wandering mind in full recline Urban blues, shiny shoes, nine to five is bad news Programed for a pause to recite the latest previews Me, I'll take a ticket for some herbal relief And a nice tall drink to help me keep myself brief Oh yeah, and it can't be beat Cus life's just a whole lot cooler grooving in the backseat Living by the mantra: if it's too much work than fuck it Yea I'd rather be sipping on a cold rum bucket Or dreaming of being stranded on an island with Gilligan A pretty brunette and a redhead with silicones Yeah, and I be feeling fine Cus life's just a whole lot better in full recline Cus I'm a day dreamer My only crime seems to unwind outside of time Day dreamer I often find my wandering mind in full recline
3.
Two Dudes on a Moped Cruising down Commonwealth Working on the street cred Super fly super stealth Two dudes on a Moped Cruising down Boylston Zed's dead baby Zed's dead If you want it come and get it son It's not a chopper; it's a moped Two dudes on a moped Two dudes on a moped Two dudes on a moped Two dudes on a moped Anna's taqueria Gotta get myself fed Green salsa diarrhea Two dudes on a moped Burning down Greylock Lounging in the trunk bed Got that glow-stick shell-shock Dippin molly on a moped Two dudes on a moped Two dudes on a moped Two dudes on a moped Two dudes on a moped
4.
Bukowski Blues Now I'll tell you something that's never been so true I could use another drink and I could use one two So don't you worry mama, don't you worry bout me Cus the lowlife dreams like Bukowski Sitting in the park up on Washington Street Looking at the girls, man just looking at the girls Gotta brown-bag lunch made of barley and rye Ain't no better meal to keep you satisfied And I'll drink them up and I'll drink them down Yea I'll drink that shit all over town I'll drink them clean and I'll drink them neat And I'll drink them sloppy and slide off my seat Yea I'll tell you something that's never been so true I could use another drink and I could use one two So don't you worry mama, don't you worry bout me Cus the lowlife dreams like Bukowski Don't care if it's Jack, Jim, or John Pappy Van Winkle or Jameson Tullamore Dew or Makers Mark Wild Turkey, Old Crow, or Cutty Sark Cus All of my friends are with me for sure They keep me warm when I sleep on the floor They keep me hip when I'm feeling bored They don't let me dry like them before Cus I'll tell you something that's never been so true I could use another drink and I could use one two So don't you worry mama, don't you worry bout me Cus the lowlife dreams like Bukowski Yea all the lowlife dream like Bukowski Yea the lowlike dream like Bukowski All the lowlife dream like Bukowski Yea the lowlife dream
5.
Better Days 05:19
Better Days I asked the man on the corner For a twenty-five cent loan Long distance, insistence On the telephone Connect me operator Said now I got to make a call Word to the instigator Found the number on the bathroom wall No meaning in the search-light No purpose there to find Just a junkyard-ramble in the moonlight A burnt out plea of some kind To live a Life Of a passing time Escape the strife Of this world of mine Runaway 'Neath the yellow moon Better days Yeah better days are coming soon Passed an ancient scholar Gold buttons on his shirt Preaching for the dollar Clinging to his dirt But I saw what he was dealing Five jokers to a hand I said a second of this feeling Is worth more than all your sand And I walked past His life of little thrill Free at last To wander as I will Runaway 'Neath the yellow moon Better days Yeah, better days are coming soon

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released June 15, 2013

skunkmello is: matt bartlett, ed cuervo, & jono ori
all songs by matt bartlett and performed by skunkmello
produced by Skunkmello
mixed and engineered by ed cuervo
mastered by brian lucey at magic garden mastering
principle tracking by hansdale hsu
art direction by jono ori. photography by jon hanford.
additional vocals by chris & ashley rozanski, bridget ori, janine voris


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© 2013 Matthew Bartlett (ASCAP)
℗ 2013 Heavy Mello Music LLC

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Sewer blues and gutter grooves for the barefooted and absent minded.

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