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released March 12, 2016

The Original Crooks and Nannies is:
Madeline Rafter - vox, guitar, synth
Sam Huntington - vox, guitar, synth, bass, sampler

Recorded and mixed by Mark Cochi at RDR Audio
Additional engineering by Sam Huntington
Mastered by Fred Kevorkian
Songs by The Crooks
Art by The Nannies
theoriginalcrooksandnannies@gmail.com
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kevorkianmastering.com

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Track Name: Call It Good
All my life
oh, my life

did you know that I wrote some words on the soap bar?
rub it into your skin
fresh wounds and a brand new salt scrub
rub it in, rub it in

All my life
oh, my life

garbage on the backyard concrete
put it up in the living room
napkin with a thumbtack through it
call it good

call it good
Track Name: Carry Me
I’d take my shirt off
hang upside down on the couch
I always feel good when I’m shirtless and upside down
but I’ve got roommates who don’t want to see me naked
so I find other ways to make myself be silly

you can carry me
I’m not heavy
I’ll grow extra arms
to hold onto your body

fridge light flickers when I turn on the toaster
not enough energy to provide what is needed
and I’ve got hunger pangs but everybody’s got ‘em
I feel everything
and I don’t wanna

you can carry me
I’m not heavy
I’ll grow extra arms
to hold onto your body

dig my fingernails into your shoulder
you’re so steady
you don’t tip over
you’re so pretty so
I want to be pretty
can you carry me?
I’m not heavy
Track Name: Throw Out
I’m a backseat driver in the backseat bumming around
I’m a threadbare sweater that you still will not throw out
I’m the cold and crumbling crumbs at the bottom of the toaster
I am a poster for a concert that's over
I am something that you should throw out

I’m the iron in the water that makes you spit it out
staying thirsty ‘til you get back to your house
I’m the clutter in corner that when friends come over you apologize for
I’m the bad lighting in the bathroom
I’ll show you everything whether you wanted to see it or not
I am something that you should shut off

where do the days go?
I’m sure you know we were raised as mannequins
I’m trying to move though, I don’t want to hold my ground anymore
so we’re in the same boat
and I’m so sick of arguing
so sick of the shit show
where do the days go?

ten pound of worms delivered to my doorstep
there’s plastic wrap to keep them trapped
I’ll make a habit out of loneliness
order my friends on the internet
if they get germs I’ll take them worms to the vet

and I know it all bleeds into one big thing
and I know the feeling
and I know we’re scared of the same things
but that doesn’t mean I want to talk about any of them
I’ll nod my head for a minute or ten
and then it’ll be my turn and you’ll nod yours

where do the days go?
I’m sure you know we were raised as mannequins
I’m trying to move though, I don’t want to hold my ground anymore
so we’re in the same boat
and I’m so sick of arguing
so sick of the shit show
where do the days go?

before you go, you should know
I’m ready to be closer to anything
please come over, stay much longer
I’ll make dinner, breakfast and everything
we could start it all over
well I guess if you say so
I know I’ll fricken make a mistake though
I’ll be left thinking where did the days go
Track Name: Television
I can hear the TV, it is coming for me
scares my socks off
sitting in my boxers, looking at the clock go
whiskey on the rocks
oh I meant to get gingerale from the market

I’m waiting for something to start
check engine light flickers on
call me a tow
I want to go home

I can’t place the feeling
staring at the mirror pulling skin into place
cut my hair in the bathroom I didn’t get the back well
fuck it, I like it this way
I’ll say I messed it up on purpose
I’ll say I messed it up with a purpose

I’m waiting for something to start
check engine light flickers on
call me a tow
I want to go home
baker buys pillsbury dough
sits back and watches reality shows
just dial tones
I want to go home

watch me with the sound off
I will take the soap box

I want to go home
Track Name: Dates
I’ll poison myself slowly
so it won’t show up on the autopsy
at this rate I’ll run out of candy
I’ll have to eat dates
and I hate dates

fell face first on the concrete
hope you are thinking about me
smashed my teeth
laid naked on a side street
and I ate dates

I’ll get my beauty rest
where you left me on the concrete
I’ll smash out all my own teeth
I’ll dress up real pretty
but I dont wanna go on

I don’t wanna go on dates
Track Name: Ghost
Something is in the air, it's in the water
I don’t know what to say or what to mumble
or how to swallow
whether to let go, cause
everytime I look into the room I expect to see you
staring out the window at nothing

this building needs a ghost and you can’t be it
I’m right here slapping every virus off your spine
we’re not even as old as our new home
sitting on a porch built in 1959

I am a tissue box left on the coffee table
pull out all my insides
I’ll make you feel much better

this building needs a ghost and you can’t be it
I’m right here slapping every virus off your spine
we’re not even as old as our new home
sitting on a porch built in 1959

discard the cardboard on the way home from the grocery store
did I leave you wanting more when I kissed you on the living room floor?
did I leave you wanting more?
I can make you feel
I can make you feel much better
I’ll make you

this building needs a ghost but you can’t be it
at least not yet
I’m right here to slap another virus off your spine
I can’t make you do that
sit with me on a porch built in 1953, put your feet up
sing ‘90s pop songs, talking on the long walk home
to make banana bread
I can’t make you do that
I can’t make you do anything at all
Track Name: Shake Hands
we went too fast
we went too far
overshot allentown by 90 miles or so, about an hour ago

I’m okay, I had a good day
I’m alright, I’m having a good night
I’ll just imagine you riding your bike on the freeway next to the car
doing sick tricks on the guard rail
the rest of the way home

shake hands with me
they make me out to be someone I’m not
and I forgot
shake hands with me
they make me out to be someone I’m not
better keep your hands washed

sitting room
I arrived too soon
they were still setting up all the tables and stuff
so I sat on the floor and ate fondue

I’m okay, I’ll wait in the driveway
I’m alright, I’ll stare at the porch light
invite me in to flip through pictures of you as a little kid
eating pringles chips

shake hands with me
they make me out to be someone I’m not
and I forgot
shake hands with me
they make me out to be someone I’m not
better keep your hands washed

and I’m okay, I’m gonna have a good night

we went too fast
we went too far
overshot allentown by 90 miles or so, about an hour ago
and I’m okay
Track Name: Crying At The Dog Park
I bury all my bottles in the bottom of the closet
you stand on the living room chair
saying “watch me jump from here to there”

I bury all my feelings, stuff them into cracks in the ceiling
Did you say my name or did I just imagine I hear it?
I imagined I heard it

but I shave my hair so I could hear you clear

coffee an awful lot lately
I shake my legs I can’t sleep
at 3:00 I’ll switch to beer so I can be my most sincere
when I talk to you
I don’t talk to you
I just talk about you

I don’t talk to you

I am stuck in traffic waiting for the light to change
crying at the dog park, like will I always feel this way?
you are getting older while I am stuck in quiet rage
but I will keep your pictures so you will always look the same

crying at the dog park, like will I always feel this way?
Track Name: Central Heating
I’ve got a rash on my arm and it’s making me feel ugly
leftover chicken parm in the fridge? good
cause I don’t think that I can make food today

my house has got central heating
and you’re heating your toes
and it blows your clothes up like Marilyn Monroe
you’re looking pretty pretty in your sweatpants in my room

everyday
all I ever do is complain
but I don’t want you to go away
and yes, I want you too

do you remember that movie about the people who were in love?
I don’t remember the name but I think we’re turning into them
I’ve heard that if you don’t love yourself it’s impossible to love anybody else
and I’m worried that you might need help but won’t ask for help
and I probably need it but I probably won’t ask for help

but either way
all I ever do is complain
I just want you to go away
please leave me alone

everyday
all I ever do is complain
but I don’t want you to go away
and yes, I want you too
Track Name: Holy Wreck
I know it
I know it hurts
Don’t tell me it’s getting worse

I’ll make a point out of being real cool
I’ll take off my clothes and jump in the swimming pool
you know I’ve got some body issues
peel back my skin and look at the muscles and tissues
please do

is it bad I want you to see me bleed?
is it that bad, I need you to tell me

I’m a mess
in my room
egg on face
breakfast soon

holy wreck
closet shrine
candlelit box of wine