The White White Lights EP

by The White White Lights

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  • Immediate download of 6-track album in your choice of 320k mp3, FLAC, or just about any other format you could possibly desire.

    Plus BONUS: live band photography set by Daniel Perlaky.

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First release of The White White Lights, limited edition of 999, hand-numbered CD EP in random various colors (yellow, red, blue, tan, green, pink)

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released 27 February 2010

©2008-2010 The White White Lights, under direct license to Indierect Records. More information coming soon.

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Track Name: Heresy
HERESY
I saw you walking down a dirty street. I know you want to get me down and grab my little arm so hard I scream – everyone’s out to get me. I need some therapy, sweetheart, you’re killing me. God damn, I’m listening – here’s something, swallow it – Hey there, everybody, get your kicks! I’m open and I’m willing. C’mon baby, do it to me. Hey pretty baby, I got something sweet. I’ll make you suffer for it. Here’s your apology: fuck you and your heresy. God damn, I’m listening – here’s something, swallow it – I need some therapy, sweetheart, you’re killing me. God damn, I’m listening – here’s something, swallow it –
Track Name: It's Cold Here In Japan
Gray skies, dead quiet, and all the cherry trees are dead. You there, standing, and I am no longer afraid of you. It’s cold here in Japan in the wintertime. Black suits, hard hearts, and all the branches are dead. You there, standing, and I am no longer afraid of you. It’s cold here in Japan in the wintertime. Yes, it’s very, very cold here in Japan in the wintertime.
Track Name: Evangeline
My Evangeline, sweet Evangeline, she ain’t anyone’s, no sir, not even mine. She’s got flowers in her hair, blissfully unaware of the gazes of the strangers she’s unknowingly entranced. She’s listening to the stereo and oh, it’s like she doesn’t know how beautiful she looks in that awful little dress – and can’t you see she’s got the devil in her skin? Nineteen years old and skin and bones, she’s radiant, my Evangeline. Sweet Evangeline, she ain’t anyone’s, no sir, not even mine. The doorman didn’t care, they’d always let her in without a thought to check her age – they can’t see past her waist – but who would give a fuck? Nobody in their right mind would refuse her in those high heeled shoes. Honey, you could give a man the blues! Evangeline, sweet Evangeline, she ain’t anyone’s, no sir, not even mine.
Track Name: Devil's Son
You hold my arms so tight. Don’t you make a sound. Waiting ‘til your voice cracks, and you – you treat me like a doll, throwing me around, and I can’t get you out of my head. No, I can’t get you out of my head. You haunt me in my sleep, your hands at my throat -- Devil’s son, you’ve got me in your – and I can’t get you out of my head.  No, I can’t get you out of my head and well, honey, it feels so good, it makes me wish that I was dead – no, I can’t get you out of my head.