Famous Ladies

by Famous Ladies

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Recorded in February 2012


released September 4, 2012

Famous Ladies is:

Chris Sumner - vocals

Tory Miller - guitar, bass, piano

I. R. Jones - guitar

Andrew Cote - drums

Written, recorded, and mixed by Famous Ladies
with help from RT (onewordheadline.com).
Cover design by I. R. Jones

Young Hours Records, 2012.


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Famous Ladies Dover, New Hampshire

Rock Music
Based in Dover, NH

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Track Name: Mission Statement
No amount of bullets
no amount of green
no amount of secret serum
is overtaking me
I wished for tokens
not lonesome guarantees
and we charter all new faces
and coin new policies
It's a bit like Mozart
met Thelma and Louise
We sure are going places
if we can ever find the keys
I popped the cork out
now it's hit and run
so let's just share a toast
for the race already won

There's got to be a better way.
There's got to be another way.
There's got to be something
You can say.

It's not the first sound
you know it's not the last
all the empty hollow shatters
broken bits of past
And if it's pretty
by god, man, fuck it up
There's never been a limit
there's no pleasing us
It's a bit like David
strung out on LSD
We're sure operating
on a static frequency
I slid the knife in
now it's time to bleed
No amount of bullets
no amount of green

There's got to be a better way.
There's got to be another way.
There's got to be something
You can say.

No amount of bullets.
No amount of green.
Track Name: Secure Futures
I finally found a cause for us to dance
I just received photographic evidence

The fix is in
It's time to storm the castle
It's time to make disguises
It's time to break in

I just found a reason for the party
And I know what you can bring
Slip a rag inside that bottle
I know a song that we can sing

The fix is in
It's time to storm the castle
It's time to make disguises
It's time to break in

You know just what to do

(we want it)
Track Name: Great. Goodbye.
This town, oooooh, it ain't worth your time
And this town, ooooo, is something you've outgrown. But let me tell you something,
This town once saved your god damned life.
This town has always been on your side.

This town, saved your heart and it saved your mind.
This town, has become you.

And don't you, don't you, forget it.

And that town, oooooh, doesn't know you. And let me tell you something,
You sound, oooooh, like this town.
And that town, oooooh, is going to hate it.

So don't leave, don't leave it, to the dogs.
Track Name: All This Pretending
I hate the way your'e loveless
I hate that you don't care
I hate waking up every god damned morning
Knowing full well that you'll be there
I hate that nothing here is changing
I hate that I feel so fucking stuck
I hate that you do all this pretending
And I hate that I hate so god damned much

Take me away
I don't care the place
There's a fire in my bones.
Take me away
I don't care my fate
It's clear to me I don't have control
No, no, no, no.

I love the foggy twilight
i love that there's places left to hid
I love that there's thoughts I haven't thought yet
I love that every story has more sides
Track Name: Change Your Mind
Poor girl, she got thin again, holds a fistful of dirt over the casket
Oh, how many left? How many friends?
It's been a year since she checked out, once the doctor got her balance down
Oh, how many friends? How many left?
Poor girl, she got thin again, walks in the park near her apartment
Oh, there's got to be a way of stopping everything
Poor girl by the monument, deep in though now forming a plan
Oh, forget all the past and simply exist

But could it work?
yes, yes. But don't change.
Don't change your mind.

She said:
"I almost forgot myself. I almost forgot the sight and smells.
I almost forgot how all these boulevards tangle together at night.
How it's worth it just to walk. Just to discover yourself.
On some street, in some club, underneath an expansive sky
underneath the stadium lights or the illuminated smog
the purple, the orange, the blue, all from billboards
dancing across clouds of smoke
that I made, and that you made,
and at least we made something.
Just when I thought I couldn't find my fingerprint anywhere
I just remembered, I can't get them off.
Off my books, off my windows, off the mailbox on the corner, off my guitar.
And I'm sure I'll find your fingerprints too.
I'll find the traces of everything we touched together
and I acknowledge the connections that will never be seen
The shared electrons, the pieces of your DNA now clinging to my sweater.

Thank you. Thank you.
I almost forgot myself."
Track Name: Invoice
Hit the dirty pavement wanna hear your feet
As they shuffle, shuffle, crossed all the city streets
want the riot chants not the billboard charts
and we can't see the finish cause we've yet to start
Watch the fine print as it shrinks again
We've been letting their ink blots box us it
You want to be free? Occupy yourself.
Claim your own stake in a common wealth.

Don't let me thinks it's useless. Don't let me think it's hopeless.

Or do you want crooks? Or do you want criminals?
Track Name: Vampires
A brand new main attraction
I'm hearing violins
I'm lying in a coffin
It's not long until it begins

Come on now
Hide out

It's such a strange sensation
The moonlight on my face
It's not just the reflection
But that it penetrates

Come on now
Grow fangs

My new eternal memory
Will not leave me alone
It's haunting all the darkness
Begging daybreak for my bones

Come on now
Drink blood

A tired bored distraction
I'm hearing dissonance
I'm lying in a coffin
It's not long now till it ends

Come on now
Grow fangs

Come on, come on, come on,
Hide out
Grow fangs
Drink blood
Track Name: Shameless
You said, "that is my favorite of the shirts you wear"
But I have learned not to have a favorite anything
Let's let all things be nameless
And people shapeless
And then, let us only see what's left.
Endless electric energy: shameless.

Fuck superlatives, we're at war for our senses.
My eyes are tied, my taste-buds tied.
I don't want yellow knocking down my door,
destroying other shirts.
I want to see other shirts.
I like to think my best shirt is still out there
And what color might that be?
And what color might you be?

Everything is breaking, so will color still exist?
Yes. Fuck you!
See I'm not yellow. So am I everything?
No. Fuck you!
I am only this un-seeable with our broken eyes.
So, no, no, I do not have a favorite bird.
These are only names for sensory addictions.
Tokens of our shared senselessness.
Unprepared to cope with ideas so expansive.
Unprepared to cope with ideas so expansive.

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