Euphoria EP

by L. $hamPain

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released May 24, 2016

Written & recorded by L. $hamPain
Mastered at Whitewater Recordings
Thanks to Nasa for the sound samples.

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Sounds like... Howard Hughes’ mind on a steamy summer night in 1936, electrified with champaign-soaked bubbles & all of his neurons synapsing endlessly between light & dark, Las Vegas & solitude, being the predator & being the prey.

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Track Name: Bourbon Cherry Kiss
Uh-oh, goodbye
You’re a little too shy.
Pretty suburbanite
Picking roses on summer nights.

Oh boy, here’s the razor bitch—
Stay tuned for a bourbon cherry kiss.
Oh boy, here’s the razor bitch —
Oh you never could handle it.

Now what? Gosh darn,
I just ran out of southern charm.
Don’t look or you might see,
And I like that you think I’m pretty.

Oh boy, here’s the razor bitch—
Stay tuned for a bourbon cherry kiss.
Oh boy, here’s the razor bitch—
Oh you never could handle it.

Oh boy here’s the razor bitch—
Stay tuned for a bourbon cherry kiss
Kiss
Kiss
Kiss

Oh boy, here’s the razor bitch—
Stay tuned for a bourbon cherry kiss.
Oh boy, here’s the razor bitch—
Oh you never could handle it.
Track Name: The Rag Doll Song
I’m a rag doll
In a world of flesh & blood…
In a world of flesh & blood.
Do you see what I’ve become?
Do you see?
Do you see?
What I’ve…
Become.

My legs feel like ropes hanging off the window ledge.
Gravity is slow, but steady and it’s pulling me off the edge.

I’m a rag doll
In a world of flesh & blood…
In a world of flesh & blood.
Do you see what I’ve become?
Do you see?
Do you see?
What I’ve…
Become.

When I was younger, I thought I was a princess.
Now I know better — there are stars, and here are shreds.

I’m a rag doll
In a world of flesh & blood…
In a world of flesh & blood.
Do you see what I’ve become?
Do you see?
Do you see?
What I’ve…
Become.
Track Name: American Girl
Come on,
Come on,
Come on….

I’ve got French Vanilla & blood on my lips;
Skin-tight black jeans hanging on my hips.
I’m nervous tonight, as the chemicals react…
Is it a good time now to side-step out of this suicide pact?

Come on now—
Talk to me.
Tell me I’m the light of your world.
That’ll make it all better, won’t it baby?
Tell me
I’m your
American Girl.

Come on,
Come on,
Come on….

I’ve got Time on my hands, & a buzz in my brain.
We’re suburban brats, in love with our pain.
But I’m nervous tonight as the thoughts & words react.
Will you forget me if I side-step out of this suicide pact?

Come on now—
Talk to me.
Tell me I’m the light of your world.
That’ll make it all better, won’t it baby?
Tell me
I’m your
American Girl.
Track Name: Pancake House
Feel free, sir —
Bash your skull against the wall.
Maybe one day the bricks will fall,
But it ain’t gonna be today.
God’s still on his coffee break
And we’re still OK.

It’s gonna be all right.
Louise is taking us out tonight.
Louise is taking us out.
Louise is taking us out
To the highway-side pancake house tonight.

Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha.

Go on, girl —
Go scrape your knobby knees.
I know you long to stop the bleed,
But it ain’t gonna be today.
God’s still on his coffee break
And we’re still fucking A.

It’s gonna be all right.
Louise is taking us out tonight.
Louise is taking us out.
Louise is taking us out
To the highway-side pancake house tonight.

Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha.
Track Name: Wide-Eyed Kids
Your favorite cowboy’s on amphetamines,
And southern belles have never been so mean.
We stand barefoot in black water —
And the tide is rising just like a fever.

Us wide-eyed kids, we sing the blues.
I’ve heard about heaven, but I like the looks of hell
So come on now — Don’t make me choose.
I guess I’ll stay here between the two,
With all the wide-eyed kids who sing the blues.

Your pretty dolly’s on the shower floor
And the Texas skies just don’t cut it anymore.
We’re cold to the bone, like your sweat —
Rolling down the back of your neck.

Us wide-eyed kids, we sing the blues.
I’ve heard about heaven, but I like the looks of hell
So come on now— Don’t make me choose.
I guess I’ll stay here between the two,
With all the wide-eyed kids who sing the blues.

Us wide-eyed kids, we sing the blues.
I’ve heard about heaven, but I like the looks of hell
So come on now— Don’t make me choose.
I guess I’ll stay here between the two,
With all the wide-eyed kids who sing the blues.

Your favorite cowboy’s on amphetamines.