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Coke​-​and​-​Spiriters

by Dream Bitches

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1.
Badluck Bill gave me a notebook (doot doot doo, doot doot doo doo) I burned it in the backyard (doot doot doo, doot doot doo doo) Now his luck is sweeping sideways (doot doot doo, doot doot doo doo) In my ears and out my heart (doot doot doo, doot doot doo doo) Nothing's sweet when we're retreating To our separate boroughs with our Separate rooms and separate attics Don't think about anything romantic! You're as perfect as I want it You're as pretty as they come Listen and keep quiet, you're My audience of no-one! I'm sitting crouching on a stoop, wearing my pajama pants, three pm in the afternoon. I really wish you would miss me a small fraction of how much I don't think that I miss you. Badluck Bill gave me the finger (doot doot doo, doot doot doo doo) I burned it in the backyard (doot doot doo, doot doot doo doo) Difficult, dating a singer (doot doot doo, doot doot doo doo) Yeah, I think it's really hard (doot doot doo, doot doot doo doo) Working on it this time from the Bottom up on the way back We saw the city and I touched your Arm in all the best places I knew it on the platform Where we said goodbye, I'm keeping it up Telling myself stories, saying I'm not dead, I'm writing again! HEY! I'm sitting crouching on a stoop, wearing my pajama pants, three pm in the afternoon. I really wish you would miss me a small fraction of how much I don't think that I miss you. I'd be sad when you would leave before you had to go. Now I'm screwed 'cause I don't believe in anything, although... I did Badluck Bill a service (doot doot doo, doot doot doo doo) I shot him in the backyard (doot doot doo, doot doot doo doo) Now he's only cursing yard cats (doot doot doo, doot doot doo doo) We are better off apart (doot doot doo, doot doot doo doo) They think I'll end up the guy with the Trash who rides the train from end to End but how did he turn from a Baby to another thing? I try and keep my head above the Water and my paper dry While I kick and hold a pen This is all I ask of them!
2.
You attribute so much meaning to a polygon drawn on the earth Political lines dictating our lives Gone overboard giving second-rate advice San Francisco starts to dance Offers me a second chance Never seen a perfect thing this side of the movie screen And nothing smells of show and tell Like my weeks have these days On Hierarchy Island! Swimming with the summer youths Ponytails and photo booths Sunburned skin and sun-bleached hair Soft guitar sounds in the air Sandaled feet and stomach tans Flower-patterned beachwear Lay the towel in the sand Hierarchy Island Come on Don't talk Don't breathe Don't shock Who won? Don't sneeze Be clean Beach scene Ocean liner One survivor It's a ferry that we ride Hair blowing to the left The sun starts to warm my insides One of these fine mornings, at break of day I'm going home on a cloud But don't let nobody hear what you say 'Cause going home's not allowed One of these dull afternoons you'll wake up and you'll realize You never wrote a thing in your life These are prints of former selves Undone by small Penelopes Working evil little elves Unravelling your histories! (chorus) These are all the dead songs that I ever wrote These are all the silent letters that I ever spoke You didn't have to stay with me to kill me in my sleep You didn't have to talk to me, you shouldn't have made a peep A single week in Mexico New York's a hundred years ago And much, much farther, distance-wise Than miles and miles of friendly skies This island is my enemy It's made a human mess of me This island isn't my land It's Hierarchy Island!
3.
Bronxy Marie 02:37
You should have been able to tell right then I can't stop when I know what's best The layers were peeling in yellow paint piles My room became a dusty mess. Who knew about you? I don't think I knew The summer rain ruined the wall. None of my bedroom furniture warned me About you or rainstorms at all. Bronxy Marie, you're down by the river But how can your bronx garden grow? With songwriters singing under your trees Like vegetables all in a row. Can you tell me which one of us is living The correct American dream? It seems that you cannot even discern A smocking stitch from a straight seam. Either way, it's a fabrication A quilt that your grandmommy stitched She's sewing the states onto the outlined nation A comfort that no one sleeps with. The last bitch was born when the first one was done. Because of this action the battle was won. The last bitch is sure that the first one is numb. She's wailing and moaning from under my thumb. I'm squeezing a flashlight in between my teeth It's because of this that I'm able to see Your bitch is a devil with an angel's grin She's waiting for you on the head of a pin. Bronxy Marie, you're down by the river But how can your bronx garden grow? With songwriters singing under your trees Like vegetables all in a row credits
4.
You've got it, The smooth cold surface I've been seeking Glossy Exterior You're tall, with a good jacket And a hat that doesn't match it Your hair thrown back and forth, back and forth, back and forth Yeah, hang out with me If you're not busy I never got to do it right I was too broken when we tried I was too broken when we tried I never got to do it right I never got to do it right I was all broken when we tried Do you ever think of me When the right girl turns around When she dances like a frantic When she dances like a clown Do you ever think of me? Maniacal Mechanic When the chicken pulls your leg Only asking for its egg Without making any noises On the dance floor, in your bed Do you think of me instead Do you think that I enjoy this? It's shocking, the way you snub all my attentions Before I can even unfold And you know that I've got it, A mad crush on your written word I know all of your secret codes As anyone in love with the already known must know, You're just a stupid machine And I am somewhat obscene You're just an adding machine And I'm a somewhat obscene teen mean thing drama dream queen Do you ever think of me When the right girl turns around When she dances like a frantic When she dances like a clown Do you ever think of me? Maniacal Mechanic When the chicken pulls your leg Only asking for its egg Without making any sound When you spin her body round On the dance floor, in your bed Do you think of me instead Do you think that I enjoy this?
5.
Mother's Day 03:51
We tried to leave by walking through each other, we got combined. The bobby pin jumped ship from your hair into mine. We'll stand on the corner, for a whole hour It's about time that we found each other Spin through space on Mother's Day. If that's what I wrote down then that's what I recall. A dream's a dream, three stories tall. Stop singing about it, I don't have to pretend I care What some bitch from you know where Is doing coming over here. So remember me just how I was Recall how constant I could be For now I'm filthy with distrust I flicker inconsistently. And if you're on the poster, then you're in the band We're on the beach, we're eating sand. This is the most to say that I've had for some time. The richest I've been, finding dollars in my mind. But what can I spend these words that I write on? Songs for a boy, filtered through a siphon? Melodies so thick you think you can bite them. How many actors can see through an act, and how many Are singer-songwriters waiting For something momentous, something Delightful and ridiculous And is there any more than this? Watching your life on a flat screen When you are only 17? We tried to leave by walking through each other, we got combined. The bobby pin jumped ship from your hair into mine. Let's make a new project, better than objects, I'll bring the color, you bring the logic Let's not waste another day. They'll remember me just how I am Recall how constant I could be For now I'm flaky as a crust And cherish inconsistency And I don't want to be myself now I only want to be you That's why I try and kiss you all the time It's why I try and bite you too
6.
do you ever wake up from a daydream or a nap and wonder if the whole last few months have been a delusion, a product from your mind so worn away by the endless cycles that it finally snapped and you were left living this amazing dream? what if one day the damage disappeared, would you be happy or stuck in the same old rut? are you in that rut right now? and i don't care if i'm just part of an era as long as i don't know. and i don't care if i'm a spoke on a wheel as long as i don't know. i don't care if i'm in the same rut as always as long as no one tells me so if no one tells me so, then i'll be fine. has it ever occurred where you said a word or a phrase, and it set off an internal alarm like a bomb, a product of a heart so torn apart, but the experience made sure you'd be okay, and you were left living this amazing dream? a sunny old paradise it would seem, and nobody cares if it's real or not 'cause it feels like a steal and i like it a lot just let me live, just leave me be don't feed me nothing from no tree leave my heart inside this jar
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Video Games 04:23
Bit into half of a chocolate CD Never tasted quite as sweet as ice cream A sweet tooth that could only be pulled in summer's chair There's no such thing as forever Twenty-one was boring, twenty-two was better Didn't even know till today this was there. I'm so self-contained like a quicktime Feet out in front, arms limply to the side. I always liked getting hurt Being face-down in the dirt I must miss being a baby I'll tell you a story Till I lose you to video games. Have you tried to see through the city? The ghosts and the glory days peer through the past Sense them wandering aimlessly Warning us that nothing lasts. No matter how much I think you'll like something that I like There's always the off-chance that you'll hate it to death And if I think you think I know what you're thinking It's usually true you're worried about you Drown your sorrows in the drinking It's a common thing to do Who do I think I'm portraying? Who am I to advise you? Advertising places you don't want to go Telling you things that you might already know I said maybe I'd rather marry a city Than a boy who doesn't know what to be I'm so self-contained like a quicktime Feet out in front, arms limply to the side Why don't you listen to me? I haven't talked to anybody I think it's time to go crazy I haven't talked to anybody Since I lost you to video games. 125th St and its vertical signs Bizarro 34th St clapping in time. 125th St and its vertical songs Bizarro 34th St humming along. I lost you to video games. credits
10.
Way To Go 03:25
You say that you love me Well I wanna love you too But I'm too hung up on a boy with nothing to do But smoke pot, and be stupid Let's smoke pot and be stupid So I can forget about him and hang out with you Let's hang out, and be dumb So I won't forget about you I'll be your silver surfer Your most stellar co-worker Do it for a whole year till The day I die Be your super sister, your Cuckoo co-conspirator You won't love me, mister, by The day I die Why why why not try try try today? We were out at the bar Being stupid and young And I had a cigarette Boy, was that really dumb He walked in, and you left And I was happy But now I'm a puddle of Stupid, young and silly I think that I might like to cry today. Oh, oh, oh, we will hold hands! But only under the table And I will be your soup of the day And you can be my label. I'll bug you till you love me You will remote-control me You'll pilot all my dreaming Until I waken screaming "What could be a better way to go, Than losing your life at a Dream Bitches show?"

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Coke-and-Spiriters is Dream Bitches' album número dos, released in 2008 on Recommended If You Like Records. www.riylrecords.com

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released May 17, 2008

Recorded and mixed by Casey Holford at Good One Records, Brooklyn, NY. Mastered by Alex Abrash, Forest Hills, NY. All songs ©2007 by Yoko OK except track 7 ©1996 by Stuart Murdoch (Sony/ATV Tunes LLC) and tracks 8 and 11 by Ann Zakaluk and Yoko OK.

Yoko OK - guitar, vocals.
Annabelle Zakaluk - vocals, tambourine.
Julie DeLano - bass, vocals on tracks 2 and 9.
Casey Holford - guitar, vocals on track 9.
Jen.Knee - drums.
John Romey - double bass on tracks 6 and 10.

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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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