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by GillaWatts

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released June 19, 2015

All songs written, recorded, mixed and mastered by Steve Gilliland
Track 3 (Afraid) features Lauren Apichell as a vocalist

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GillaWatts Bloomsburg, Pennsylvania

GillaWatts is a songwriter/producer who currently resides in NE Pennsylvania. His songwriting style draws influence from various genres, including freak folk, hip-hop and rock. Utilizing his multi-instrumental skills along with his recording capabilities, he writes, records and mixes all of his own music, available at www.gillawatts.com. ... more

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Track Name: Crooked Crimes
We're on the way to the grave
I wish I had more time
We're on the way to the grave
I wish I had more time

Bombs off, crooked crimes. Cooking up, cooking up the lies
Crew cut and boot cut, we got the blues, recruit the boots, don't cut the truth out
Bombs off, crooked crimes. Cooking up, cooking up the lies
Crew cut and boot cut, we got the blues, recruit the boots, don't cut the truth out

We clean the slate, leave the waste
It's someone else's problem now
We clean the slate, leave the waste
It's someone else's problem

Bombs off, crooked crimes. Cooking up, cooking up the lies
Crew cut and boot cut, we got the blues, recruit the boots, don't cut the truth out
Bombs off, crooked crimes. Cooking up, cooking up the lies
Crew cut and boot cut, we got the blues, recruit the boots, don't cut the truth out
Bombs off, crooked crimes. Cooking up, cooking up the lies
Crew cut and boot cut, we got the blues, recruit the boots, don't cut the truth out
Bombs off, crooked crimes. Cooking up, cooking up the lies
Crew cut and boot cut, we got the blues, recruit the boots, don't cut the truth out
Track Name: Obsessive Compulsive Colony Collapse Disorder
Old bee man, why the empty hives?
Old curious bee man, is it time to cry?
Poor queen bee, much room for a throne
Poor miraculous queen bee, they left you all alone

Fly away honey bee, there's blood in your eyes
Why are you dying? Why are you dying?
Cell phone and aliens, bad pesticides
Why are you dying? Why are you dying?
Waggle dance, waggle dance, waggle buzz buzz buzz buzz
Let's dance, let's dance just because cause cause cause.

Old bee man, what will you do now?
Old curious bee man, the pollen's falling round
Poor work bee, you can't find a job
Poor diligent work bee, pollinate your god.

Fly away honey bee, there's blood in your eyes
Why are you dying? Why are you dying?
Cell phone and aliens, bad pesticides
Why are you dying? Why are you dying?
Waggle dance, waggle dance, waggle buzz buzz buzz buzz
Let's dance, let's dance just because cause cause cause.
Track Name: Afraid (feat. Lauren Apichell)
I don't want to be afraid.
Track Name: Rorschach Tests
Flip on the TV to see what the cretins want, drugs, sex and problems, and it all seems so fake to me
Flip up the front page to see who the newspaper raped yesterday while the politics procrastinate
There must be a better place for the days that you put in your pocket and forget about
Wrong number, I'll thumb her down, maybe she'll take me to the end of the fight, while I'm waiting
I'll be up with the creatures who sit up in the bleachers and sip on their soda pops while the umpires calling me out
Oh my teacher, I'll try to beseech her to come back and tell me the answers to all of my tests

Well it’s best that we both stay depressed
You're crazy for leaving and I'm crazy for asking what's next
What's next, what's next, what's next? Tell me

Clean up the spilled milk, in Rorschach Tests I see guilt, hand-me-down sympathy, it just won't do the same for me
Fill up your insides with all that you can't hide in safety deposit boxes, they're so dangerous
There must be a remedy for the faces we make when we don't really mean it
Wrong answer, strong cancer will take her away before we had the chance to say goodbye, I'll be up with
All of the crazies whose theories might save me, I'll wake up in a padded room and cry out, "What took ya so long?"
I'm not lazy, but my motives seem hazy, procrastinate, and walk the plank, and find out where they buried the chest

Well it’s best that we both stay depressed
You're crazy for leaving and I'm crazy for asking what's next
What's next, what's next, what's next? Tell me