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Sanfransisters

by Dream Bitches

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couplesk8 the bestest music ever never found a band that can compare to my dream bitches ♡ Favorite track: ASAP my LOVE.
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1.
ASAP my LOVE 03:36
ASAP my LOVE She's thin and cheap like a spiral book. You're the one I'm gonna stick to, look! He's the gold that I am after. I'm the modern-day carpetbagger. Staring from a window seat, on the china bus (February 13th). Avoiding chit-chat with the other cheap romantic distanced lovers. Coming into Boston, sitting on the right- see all the familiar sights? All ten places I know to have mafia pizza on Comm Ave. Got a pineapple pie with no cheese and climbed the church on Cabot Street. The three of us at 2 AM, when we were so heartbroken. I'll sing myself into the ground and cringe when I play back the tape. I remind myself of city snow - it's hard to stick when you're a flake! The straining voices of my old aging rock and roll idols, blasting in car stereo out on the Pacific Coast. 1. Palm trees in the wind 2. Hazy pinkish skies 3. Old decrepit signs 4. Neon fucking lights (Tell me that I shine) I will get a sunburned face, through plastic windows, scratched and lined. The highway sunlight shows a trace of kisses from my valentine. "ASAP, my LOVE! Let's run away to Calgary. Let happenstance save the day I wouldn't have it any other way!" These shapes sort of look like words, but they fall short of what I mean. This distance stuck between us hurts, but it sure beats proximity.
2.
Dream Bitch 02:55
Dream Bitch A behavioral relapse makes me worse than the very worst. My hair's in my face, my lips are slightly pursed. I should stop asking people if they like me and us because hardly anybody does. I should stop telling you, 'you might be the messiah'. Because you think you are too, and you aren't a liar. The mark of the beast, I think it fits. An itchy rash like a 36. It happened the day I struck it rich. I turned into your main dream bitch. And that doesn't mean that I am mean. I was just a bitch inside your dream. Telling you terrible true things on your answering machine. We are both wearing nothing but I am much colder than you. You have all the blankets but it's me who's wrapped up in the truth. It's much more than just a sidewalk square jammed between us on a walk. We don't even try to talk. I make sure you're not far off, from the corner of my eye. And you make sure to demand what I have written on my hand. You're wearing a costume and a mask. And answering questions I never asked. You speak your way into boldness. Don't you see it's all that's left? This is all that's left.
3.
A nearby city of sin Where do I begin? We took your car for it's last waltz And our morality's assault The hazy-ass boardwalk that costs $400 In that played-out family game The salt water taffy all tastes the same. A woman and a man drew us into the Sands We won some money on a whim Eighty quarters plunking into a metal bin. Believe it or not, we were feeling pretty hot So we hit the 99-cent store I bought a hipster hat, Rehoboth Beach, where's that? I found out that it's down the shore! Atlantic City, by the Sea! We drove together, you and me Late September, early fall, I don't remember it at all. We got matching socks that said Atlantic City And a magnet for our future fridge We were feeling higher up than the rollercoaster top Ready to try our luck again! But before we knew it, you guessed it, we blew it! We had only a tiny stack We got a tray of free drinks, and then what do you think? We won all of those quarters back! Withered old ladies, roasting in the weather Their money got them to the top Lucky and greedy, and sublimely happy, Only death will make them stop! Atlantic City, by the Sea! We drove together, you and me Late September, early fall, I don't remember it at all. A garage collapsed on old Atlantic City Only three weeks after we went We were safe and sound, but your car was underground Dreaming of the day we spent
4.
Laurel Tree 03:33
Laurel Tree Leave me alone and you will see that I won’t wanna go when you ask me to. Send me right home like I have a disease but persuade and say please it’s a task to do. While I’m outside I can run I can hide you can try and decide how to capture me. Always wanted to live in a laurel tree. You’ll be happy to see that if you know me, you’ll wait by the phone for an hour or two. I’m happy to hear I did not disappear but it seems pretty queer that you asked me to. All of the day I have wasted away but if you want to play, well it’s fine with me. Always wanted to live in a fantasy. I’ll tell you what I want I’ll live here forever I’ll tell you just whether or not. I'll show you what I've got I'd give you forever But you wouldn't like it a lot. Find me a field where I can be free and you’ll find that I’ll come crawling back to you. I want you to know I had fun at the show well let’s do it again, well if you want to. Tell the whole town I’m enthroned I’ve been crowned I see you among them bowing down to me. Always wanted to live among royalty.
5.
tonight i read something that made my blood drain out of my hands and feet it was a love letter to you, and it wasn't from me. and all the things she said had so much more feeling than i had and her words, while shining youth and angst were crafted, sweet and sad. and she's like a kitty cat, and i am like a nail she depends on you for happiness, all i do is impale. but i need you more than a liar needs to lie. this is my better than any love letter lullaby. your words are just a passing of small waves that crash between your tongue and teeth it was a nice truth you told me, but i couldn't believe that you could mean it this time after every time that's come to pass when i knew the answer to the question that i didn't wanna ask and now i have regrets in me where there were none before and now faces turn away from me, and i look at the floor. but i need you more than a liar needs to lie. this is my better than any love letter lullaby.
6.
Black & Gray 03:42
black and gray waiting for me to return, conversation complete you'd sit at your computer till it turned obsolete. while i took off my shoes and fell asleep. slipping in suburban slumber my studio's half hangout, half hiding hole and limbo and i are buddy-buddy and grey space is my lover to be i lie around, try not to breathe within the wallpaper of this bedroom lies everything i need and here i am, wondering why i'm not melting into the bed and ally sheedy said, when you grow up your heart dies and i think i'm on my way when you grow up your heart dies and i think i'm on my way, black and gray. i learned the history of photography one day i watched the slideshow speak of what i couldn't convey and i opened my mouth but had nothing to say drinking in the midnight darkroom and spitting out what i exposed in the day and filtered light is my energy and negative space hangs out with me i lie around, i close my eyes i see daguerreotypes and other types of pictures in my mind and there you are asking why i stopped liking the color red the other day i read, when you slide past twenty-one something starts to come undone you are not the only one and i think i'm on my way, black and gray.
7.
Fizzy Drinks 03:16
fizzy drinks my inner monologue's gone away it's melded with the speech of others my days have begun to blend at the hip, they're back to back, to one another. this always happens, it's inevitable breathing but i prefer breathing in to breathing out i never preferred to dream. and there's so many people that i really like they don't know what to do with me because they all breathe alike and i'm hacking up lungs in their cup of tea i'm curdling their fizzy drinks and loving every drop. i never was a blender, and you were never better. i walk down these streets and i can't, i can't believe it's the same place as three years ago it's my four-year movie set, that's about to unfold what can i hold? what can i grab to stay afloat? and there's so many people that i really like they won't even look at me they think i've done these awful things and they're hacking up my heart like it's a piece of meat. la-dee-da and tra-la-la are my dream tormentors two pretty girls with knives, and the saddest lives. don't worry girly, i'll be out of your pretty picture soon don't you worry, don't you worry girly girl this afternoon! i'm curdling their fizzy drinks and loving every drop. i never was a blender, and you were never better.
8.
Tracey Emin 03:28
tracey emin i sit on an airplane with my tray table full of lists. i set my clock back three whole hours on my wrist. i knock everything to the ground just as it's almost time to land. i bend into the aisle, gather papers in my hands. here's a list like tracey emin all the people i've slept with in a bed like mom and dad and jade and countless girls and boys i've made a list of cities i have eaten lunch in i've had mcdonald's in three continents, six countries and now i am sick and full i pick up a list of people i don't know like rachel and lucy and ashley and jim and here's a list of entities i've been miss world and james iha morgan le fay and gene simmons magenta and delirium. i sit in this attic a year after the perfect summer. or was that the year before? what a bummer i have all my papers spread around me on the carpet my thin cheap spiral notebook, and dad's guitar i pick up a list of people i don't know like rachel and lucy and ashley and jim and here's a list of entities i've been miss world and james iha morgan le fay and gene simmons magenta and delirium and here's a list of things that i've become selfish and unspoiled better than him, worse than you and not knowing what's stepping to the plate yet somewhat a predicter of our fate i can't tell what's coming next but i can take a wild guess it's hard for me to stay impressed we always think we have to be the best i can't tell what's coming next but i will always be impressed i will always be impressed i sit on an airplane with my tray table full of lists. i set my clock ahead three whole hours on my wrist. i knock everything to the ground just as it's almost time to land. i bend into the aisle, gather papers in my hands.
9.
Other people's mothers are collecting wicker baskets And angel baby statues line their shelves They display dried flower vases on their gingham covered tables It's the country look I don't want for myself. Other peoples mothers have a living room you look at an arm chair and a couch that's meant to last so we hang out in the basement where they keep the ugly sofa and the boxes filled with childhoods from the past. Our mothers once had babies (and they named them Ann and Yoko) We met once upon a time in seventh grade. We became good friends in high school 'cause we had a lot in common Small half-sisters Alessandra and Jade. Other people's mothers always buy me nice hand lotion scented candles, jars of bath salts or incense And their sons will buy me something that is clever and is cute just to show they know me better than the rest. Now our fathers have new daughters And they're both in San Francisco And they're both the cutest things we've ever seen and we'll fly on out to see them and we'll fly into the sunset you and I, we'll cross the sky, we're quite the team! we will one day meet your mother and will know without a doubt that we'll wear our nicest sweater when we all go to eat out and we'll buy her pretty flowers and we'll always be polite and we'll bow our heads to pray even though it don't feel right you and I will meet your mother and I hope it all goes well ---- but now who can really tell / they may say now go to hell! (DREAM BITCHES ROCK IN HELL!)
10.
Song Storm 04:55
song storm It was much less of a figure Than a sticky motion picture Complete with a soundtrack and a score. Staring at hotel light fixtures How many hotels have I slept in How many names do I know altogether How many numbers forever remembered Why does your friend think I am somber? Doesn't he know that we are birds of a feather beads strung together clouds of a weather twins that were severed from a tree I cringe thinking of it The past pops up in song form Staining the moment And you and I are nothing but A scribble in my notebook now You and I are song form She could never say anything right when talking so she writes And I could never read clear so I sang. Is what's real rational And is there a good rationale For wind being like a colorless flame That slaps me on the street And makes my face get red and hot 'Cause you and I are nothing but A sentence ever so cleanly cut A book that wasn't printed out A page that no one knows about A paper airplane crashes at my feet.

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released February 16, 2005!

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released February 16, 2005

All songs sung and played by:
Yoko OK - gtr & vox
Annabelle Zakaluk - vox and gtr (on track 4)
Casey Holford - gtr
Josh Malamy - bass
Nan Turner - drums
Jordan Cooper - accordion

Recorded and mixed by Major Matt Mason USA @ Olive Juice Studios, NYC!

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Dream Bitches San Francisco, California

Dream Bitches are: originally a duo consisting of longtime pals Yoko OK and Annabelle Zakaluk, then expanded into a full band situation that had a few incarnations based out of NYC from 2003-2009.

The next wave is upon us! Yoko and Annabelle now live in the SF Bay Area, and they play with a drummer named Eden from time to time.

Please write to us at dreambiotch@gmail.com if you wanna book us!
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