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BAD MOVES

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Emma Cleveland - Bass, Vocals
David Combs - Guitar, Vocals
Katie Park - Guitar, Vocals
Daoud Tyler-Ameen - Drums, Vocals

Recorded and mixed at Lurch in the summer of 2016
Mastered by TJ Lipple
Artwork by Michael Cantor

Thank you to Joe + Don Giovanni, Owen Wuerker, Danny Saperstein, Thomas Rossi, Michael Cantor, Space Jam, The Lazovicks

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released December 2, 2016

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BAD MOVES Washington, D.C.

BAD MOVES is:

Emma Cleveland
David Combs
Katie Park
Daoud Tyler-Ameen

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Track Name: Shitty Tomorrow
Come keep on working for a shitty tomorrow.
We’ll carry the load if you give us a shot,
Cause there’s nothing ahead,
And it’s all that we got now oh oh oh.

'Cause every cop on the beat with a song in his heart’s
Gonna sing me the praises of a shitty tomorrow.
They get just what they need
And they’re taking it all now oh oh oh.
Go on and take it all.
There’ll be nothing to be left at all.

Come on keep on working for a shitty tomorrow,
And I’m counting down days til the sunshine is gone.
Gonna bury my head in the sand for a while now oh oh oh.

I gave half of my hopes for a shot at the bottom.
They show you the ropes,
Leave you hanging there from them.
The depths of your soul to the endless horizon,
They’re coming for the future,
Yeah they’re coming and they’re taking it all.

They take it all.
We’ll keep on working for a shitty tomorrow.

'Cause every cop on the beat with a song in his heart’s
Gonna sing me the praises of a shitty tomorrow.
I’ll bury my head in the sand for a while now, oh oh oh.

I gave half of my hopes for a shot at the bottom.
They show you the ropes,
Leave you hanging there from them.
The depths of your soul to the endless horizon,
They’re coming for the future,
Yeah they’re coming and they’re taking it all.
Track Name: Drain Me
I stayed in this city
When I thought it would drain me.
Could feel the road tugging
Against the anchor of family.
And I watched the procession
As they packed up and moved away.
I resolved to look forward
In the place that I would stay.

Took the 54 uptown
To the house I was sorting through.
While packing up memories
In my childhood bedroom,
I filled up these boxes
With things I should have thrown away.
They still sit in the corner untouched in any way.

At a break in a long day,
Found an old ball point pen sketch.
While explaining my drawing
With unaffected disinterest,
I realized I still daydream
about being a woman.
It’s fine, it's just something
Underneath everything.
Like all of these boxes,
Heavy with sentiment,
Sealed and unopened,
I lay under the weight of it.

And I stayed in this city
When it felt like a home to me.
On every block a new landlord
Trying to evict me.
Yeah, I was sleeping on couches
At all my friends’ houses,
Washing rich people’s dishes,
And losing myself in it.
Track Name: Get Slow
Wait up.
Get slow with us, old adversary.
In gold we trust. Let’s burn this money.
You sold your stock. You’ve got no potential.
Last time you rushed, found your ass in Mexico.

Trade up.
Two steps from cool, one small incision,
Too old to care, that’s seven digits.
Big plans or not, they still punched your lights out.
That brain you’ve got is one less thing to talk about.

Bad calls in bars / They still know you like that.
That’s all you are / (Being no one isn’t so bad).
Dream loud and large / You’ve got no potential.
Let’s call a car.
Of every dreamed-up plot that you had,
“Being no one” isn’t so bad.

Get slow with us, old adversary.

Get slow with us / We still know you like that.
Time’s all you’ve got / (Being no one isn’t so bad).
Big plans or not / They’ll still punch your lights out.
Seems overthought.
Of every dreamed-up plot that you had,
“Being no one” isn’t so bad.
Track Name: The Verge
I was backed against the traps of my teenage plan.
I was stumbling over gaps and feeling beat up again.
I was staring down the corpse of a lifelong dream,
But I was willing it to get back on its feet again.

I was walking through my life and feeling sick, that’s when
I would find myself repeating my old stories to friends,
Always searching for a notion that resembled a hope
That I was standing on the verge of something good,
I don’t know…
On the verge of something, oh.

From the traps of my teenage plan,
I was wearing out my feet again,
Working nights for some old businessman
Who couldn’t give a second shit about me.
(I was grasping at a hope).
I’d take a hope and a borrowed sedan,
(I couldn’t take it any more).
And I’d ride out to the state that’s when,
(Spending hours on the phone with the pharmacy),
I’d be pulling up to some suburban pharmacy,
And I’d be begging them to tell me something.

I was closing out the bar every night and then
I was waking up each morning around 6am.
I was driving to the doctor and then back again.
You know, they never seemed to have any good news for me then.

I was walking through my life and feeling sick that’s when,
I started plotting out a course to getting free again.
While making pennies for some psychopath businessman,
I started thinking that I might be on the verge of something.
On the verge of something, oh…