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Out On Your Block

by Wyldlife

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You’re so basic I’m so cheap But let’s face it What you want got you hanging On the edge of me So let’s go (or) I’ll let you go But just watch that mouth Who you talking to? ‘Cause it’s real hard times On the avenue Tonight… you think you’re clever But desperate times Call for desperate denim & leather
Surprise I’ll never learn my lesson I should’ve shaken off my adolescence By now but I don’t know how or when You got to be so attractive Now you’re holding my emotions captive Round & round we go again I hear the record… I recognize your face For the record, you put me back in my place My head’s in high school, you pulled me back to the start And I’m a little bit older but I still got a teenage heart So how you been? Am I bein’ too nosey? You know how to make a guy feel lonely But you were my plus one back then I heard you’re living right around the way Are you still listening to New Clear Days? Round & round we go again I got a teenage heart… a goddam teenage heart You got a teenage heart too baby, so c’mon Every time I’m reaching the refrain I can’t help myself. I see your face again Every time I’m reaching the refrain I can’t help myself. I see your face again Every time I’m reaching the refrain I can’t help myself.
Keepsakes 02:34
I start to pause I start to worry I found your left shoe You left in a hurry Oh no… but where did you go? Your T.Rex tee shirt You left behind The clues nor the clothes fit I know it isn’t mine So how come… you decided we’re done? Were you a victim of crime? Was it another guy? I’m still wondering why All I got are Your keepsakes… That’s all you left to me Were your keepsakes… Your keepsakes You’re just a lost cause gone beyond a reasonable doubt You’re a mystery that I couldn’t figure out With your keepsakes… your keepsakes Some bobby pins / bottled pills Some stray hairs Tell me where you been You got to tell me just where You escaped… and why it couldn’t wait Some little baggies Who took the drugs? Your lipstick stains On my coffee mugs And what’s more… this coffee’s still warm
Deadbeat 03:24
I don’t wanna work hard And I can’t pay rent I could straighten out I’d rather get bent I had a day job but I just Couldn’t hack it I’m fine getting busy Killing time Hangin’ at my mom’s Drinking Bud Lite Lime She’s sure I’m a slob livin’ In a leather jacket You’re either falling in line Or you follow your heart You’re either living your life Or you’re falling apart So just settle down And mess around with me I’m a D-E-A-D-B-E-A-T: Deadbeat! I’m just a D-E-A-D-B-E-A-T: Deadbeat! No hope low life that’s the way to be Passed out on your couch lookin’ for some company I’m a deadbeat, baby. You can be a deadbeat too. I don’t wanna have a dream ‘Cause I’d get let down Or mess the whole thing up Anyhow Anyway, I’m on to something Easier… And I know I ain’t a star ‘Cause I ain’t in space Or walking the streets Out in L.A. I’m more like a mediocre Meteor…
Bandida 03:38
I lost my footing, I lost my step She said she couldn’t ‘cause I couldn’t connect Those dots now I’m shot trying to find my own way I’m looking for a cleaner getaway I set ground for nowhere at all I think I found it, they think I’m a star Now I’m stuck. That’s my luck but I gotta break out There’s just one woman that I’m thinkin’ about… Bandida! Señorita! She stole my corazón. Estoy roto, I’m going loco and I’m stranded far from home So just point me back north towards the bus station ‘Cause my heart’s lost in translation Or meet me in the middle… Yeah, yeah, yeah… I headed south ‘cause I had to run She ran her mouth, said I’m running from Some ghost, it’s too close now it’s hot on my heels She said she knows me she don’t know how it feels I surf a couch like a tidal wave I’m crashing down when I hear her name From her lips so I split ‘cause I gotta break out There’s just one woman that I’m thinking ‘bout… But I don’t wanna waste time writing love songs I spent twenty five years trying to get along So just point me back north towards the bus station ‘Cause my heart’s lost…
I feel like a cigarette I’m lit up like a cigarette ‘Cause my head’s on fire; you’re soaking wet So let’s spend ourselves ’til there’s nothing left And I feel like nicotine C’mon, honey, you know what I need ‘Cause once I crawl into your bloodstream You just can’t quit, you’re a goddam fiend Can I manage to get myself off When everybody seems to be all talk? And I can’t get started ’til I can’t seem to stop Contraband: I just can’t get enough I feel like strychnine Come closer to my strychnine ‘Cause the thoughts I got will rot your mind And steal your breath: slow down time I feel like illicit sex Not like I’m in the mood for getting head But like a cheap decision we’ll both regret Maybe not tonight but soon I’d bet
Something is going on Something is going wrong Don’t think I’ll last for long Too many red lights Too many dead nights That’s why I’m uptight Too much indecision I’m getting tunnel vision My skin starts itchin’ My stomach starts to churn My eyes begin to burn I’m on my final nerve Suburban fever! My temperature is runnin’ hot It’s hot & heavy, don’t matter if you’re ready or not Stuck in the middle what’s a middle-class boy to do? Suburban fever got a feeling it’s gonna break soon Something inside of me Too much anxiety That’s why I’m breakin’ free Top-40 Radio ‘Round the school zone I’m all alone Got too much time to kill Get me some benadryl Get me some chemicals Get me some Robitussin To keep my head from buzzin’/my hair from fussin’ Get me everything or nothing Something is happening I’m gonna snap again If I don’t get some action, baby I’m fading into a seizure I think I see the Reaper I got the fever
120 Minutes 03:41
Collecting 4-leaf clovers Rabbits feet, salt over shoulders Pushing your luck too far Sleeping with your fingers crossed But getting nightmares just because Dreaming just seems too hard Like you’re running outta gas All your best days have run past They say “good things to those who wait” But what do they know anyway? We got 120 minutes, c’mon let’s go and get it Honey, I’m ready to ride Nobody’s gonna let us, let ‘em come and get us You can be my partner in crime (it’s been) Darker days for way too long You need something to make it shine If you want to ‘cause I want to Lay it down on the line Losing all the hope you had Gone for good, gone for bad Learning wishing is for the weak Shutting out the ones you love Spending cold nights all alone Burning bridges for the heat Like you always wonder why Your bleeding heart’s run dry They say “good things to those who wait” What do they know anyway?
Cuffed 03:33
Black widow was my mama And my daddy was a prince Do you know me? I lost my sister in the womb Ain’t I ain’t seen her since Do you know me? My teacher was a mad man Old as time And he showed me He showed me everything I want And how to make it mine Do you know me? I think you know me I got a suitcase ‘cuffed to my wrist So if you give me a second I can blow you a kiss You got no use for a savior Make no mistake I make no favors I’m the needle in your eye I’m the damned in demand and the evil in supply I use no man’s law I am… the man You never saw I’m the feeling you get When you step to the edge Do you know me? I’m the gallows pole And the rope ‘round ya’ neck Do you know me? I’m the fallen son From Revelations The one & only I am nowhere, everywhere All at once I think you know me…
Get Loud 04:07
I’ve been 86’d with my head kicked in From more places than I can name I’ve spilt blood on the floor Just to do it all over again Beneath the streetlights I wonder why I’m always chasing abuse But all I know is nobody got nowhere From following rules And you don’t know where I’d go Just to get to this point here But I’ll be fine in time Just gimme the beat & a beer ‘Cause death is certain Life is certainly not And I’m out on the corner I’m out on your block We can still get together To turn it around, turn it up! So c’mon and get loud I’ve been beat down, battered, reputation splattered All over Page Six What can I say? Like the funny page Got the last laugh & got my kicks I’m counting scars on the boulevard But I just can’t count that high I’d rather live it up then just shut it up And let it all pass me by


released January 20, 2017

Dave Feldman - vocals
Sam Allen - guitar
Spencer Alexander - bass
Stevie Dios - drums

All songs by Sam Allen & Dave Feldman
Contraband Publishing Co (BMI)
Recorded in Atlanta, Georgia at Dan Dixon's Dungeon

Produced by Tuk Smith & Dan Dixon
Engineered by Dan Dixon
Assistant Engineer: Patrick McConkey
Mixed by Geoff Sanoff
Mastered by Joe Lambert
Album Art and Design by Spencer Alexander
Photo by Radek Piechuta
Bad Boy Gang vox on "Get Loud," "Bandida" & "Deadbeat"provided by Adrian Barrera, Tuk Smith, Chase Tail and George Cuda


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