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released April 28, 2016

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Wilson Getchell

Wilson Getchell is an independent musician based out of Raleigh, NC. For more check out www.wilsongetchell.com and thirstycurses.com

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Track Name: Holy Moly
Curse the moment. What did I pay for?
She's in perfume. I'm a bar stool. Woah.
Rusty fingers clutch the pavement.
Weathered and broken. How's Los Angeles? Woah.

Holy Moly! They only want what you can't give.
So you're getting pretty worried, 'cause it's just now sinking in.
You're fighting battles that you know you just can't win.
And so you're getting pretty worried, 'cause it's just now sinking in.

I'd love to leave it all behind, jump in the saddle again.
Yeah, don't stare at me like you already know the ending.
Sure, you're alright. I'm on my way there.
Don't look at me. I don't need a thing.

Holy Moly! They only want what you can't give.
So you're getting pretty worried, 'cause it's just now sinking in.
You're fighting battles that you know you just can't win.
And so you're getting pretty worried, 'cause it's just now sinking in.

Yeah the kids, they don't need you anymore.
Yeah the girls, they don't see you like they did before.
Yeah you tumble in, like some creature, into the room.
Yeah and I don't know the answer. Do you?

Holy Moly! They only want what you can't give.
So you're getting pretty worried, 'cause it's just now sinking in.
You're fighting battles that you know you just can't win.
And s
Track Name: Red Marks
You've got red marks on your chest.
You better cover yourself and lower your head.
You're best kept swept under the rug,
so they don't figure you out, show up to cut out your tongue.

I always wonder what you're after.
Does it feel real good?
Man, you don't worry like I would.
You don't worry man, you're gold.

You've got red marks on your chest.
They're going to whittle you down and leave you for dead.
You're best kept swept under the rug,
so they don't figure you out, show up to cut out your tongue.

I always wonder what you're after.
Does it feel real good?
Man, you don't worry like I would.
You don't worry man, you're gold.
Track Name: She's Gonna Take Your Kids and All Your Money
She's gonna take your kids and all your money when she goes....
And you'll be sleeping on your best friends couch in his living room...
'Til he catches you eating microwave dinners in the tub...
And you won't be able to look at yourself in the mirror after she's...but you're gonna have a couple mirrors...cuz you're living in your car.
Track Name: Tied Up In Our Sleeves
I've been up all night watching you poke holes in me.
Lately you're always talking over the TV

We're tied up in our sleeves and they ain't letting us leave.
Haha hehe hoho I'm pulling out my teeth
Just pull together yourself, you're supposed to be my dream
You're supposed to be my evening, easy to read

I've been up all night walking around in my sleep
Lately, and all too often, I check out for weekd

We're tied up in our sleeves and they ain't letting us leave.
Haha hehe hoho I'm pulling out my teeth
Just pull together yourself, you're supposed to be my dream
You're supposed to be my evening, easy to read

Lalala I'll see you later on tonight. You make time. Very well, you know it suits you too well.
Every time I'm walking out you're grabbing on to me, woah. Yeah farewell, you know it suits you too well.
Track Name: God Don't Make No Trash
I never thought I would live this long.
I never thought I would make it this far.
So far from perfect, oh yeah.
But we're still working toward it.

I just wanted you to light up my heart...

I never put much thought toward it, somehow.
And I'm still paying for it, for now.
I'm real far from perfect, oh wow.
But I don't worry about it, no.

God don't make no trash.
Ah, yeah, But He sure likes to get a laugh.
Nothing comes easy,
Working off the sins of Eden.

So you’re pulling out your hair, and you’re pacing and weaving.
You’ve been through this before, but it never had any real meaning.
You hit your stride, right as you run out of time.
Then the clock runs out it’s the end of your life.

God don't make no trash.
Ah, yeah, But He sure likes to get a laugh.
Nothing comes easy,
Working off the sins of Eden.