Death of the Jerk EP

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Recorded by Joshua Varichak
at His Sisters Garage
Watertown, WI
Mastered by Kyle Krukowski
at Mad Science Audio Labs
Milwaukee, WI

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released October 31, 2015

Joshua Varichak - Vocals, Guitar, Keyboard
Dana Ellis - Backing Vocals (track 1 and 4)

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Track Name: Death of the Jerk
She talks of unprotected sex.
She's never been pregnant.
She needs tongue with a kiss.
She wears a jean jacket.

And she says, hey you know,
there's something on my mind.
And he says, hey you know,
there's something on my mind.
And they say, hey you know,
there's something on our minds.
Why we wasting time? They said.

They say that love is dead. (They said)
It's just so useless, so perfectly stupid.

He says he fucks just like a fist.
She knows that he's exaggerating.
But his smile is the shit.
And she's going home with him.

And he says, hey you know,
there's something on my mind.
And she says, hey you know,
there's something on my mind.
And they say, hey you know,
there's something on our minds.
Why we wasting time? (They said)

They say that love is dead. (They said)
It's just so stupid, so perfectly useless.

The jean jacket jerk is dead. (I said)
The jean jacket jerk is mother fucking dead.
Track Name: Tatanka
Rattle my brain, just like a maraca.
Use up every part of me like I was a tatanka.
You figured out the way to bring me down.
I build myself back up, but it's not on stable ground.

You may fail at all that you try.
But it don't mean a thing.
Everything that is born will die.
It's something we can't change.

You shook my hand, but this deal has gone bad.
Too late to take it back, but too soon to understand.
The repercussions that are sure to bring me down.
I build myself back up, but it's not on stable ground.

You may fail at all that you try.
But it don't mean a thing.
Everything that is born will die.
It's something we can't change.
So you live it up all the time,
like it was your last days.
You can make every right choice in life,
but you'll still end up in the grave.
Track Name: Jail of yr Heart
I can tell you where I been.
I can tell you that I did you no wrong.
They say that love is blind.
But I know you can see it all.
If I turn myself in,
would you lock me in the jail of yr heart?
But how can you keep me contained,
in something that I tore apart?

It's one for the love.
Two for the hate.
My time with you,
has drove me insane.
I gotta leave, but you say that I should know.
That you want me to stay, but baby I gotta go.

I can tell you the truth.
Or I can tell you what you want to hear.
Either way you're picking up the pieces,
and it's my fault my dear.
So I'm headed out that door,
and I'm walking on down the road.
How can I make a deal with the devil,
when you say I have no soul?
Track Name: Dead 2 U
When the pendulum hits the paper,
it arrives at a period. Ponders it's position,
then gets right on it's way. The exclamation
wastes no time, it gets right to the point.
Curb siding complications, from simple situations.

Dead to you, I'm dead to you.
But I'm the one that's alive.

I know my way around these parts.
So mind yourself, I don't need a GPS.
I just want a sandwich, 'cause I'm hungry for life.
Something you didn't need.
Something you were bulimic to.
But it blinded you, from those who needed you.

Dead to you, I'm dead to you.
But I'm the one that's alive.

I wish I knew right now, what I ignored then.
Thoughts of you in my head, never leaving.
This feeling feels like unwashed bones,
freshly unearthed. But a skeleton no more, only dirt.