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Gallery Sessions

by Dizzy Bats

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1.
Tell me when to start the show, 'cause you're feelin' Like a first step child with nowhere not to go Tell me when your mic is on Cause you're tapping Check 1, check 2, check 3, call "bingo" Tell me when to shout your name I can't see you through the dark bright lights of hopefully fame Tell me when to count it off, cue the intro Say 1, 2, 3, 4 go Can't count any longer to this nine o' clock curtain call Can't stroll anymore on this butterflies walk Tell me when you start to sing sweet nothings Ear left, whose right, who cares change the power chord Tell me when to take a bow Prepare the encore Take your shot, lighter up she says let's play one more As we're breaking down, will you share one more verse with me 'Cause there's no greater love than hearing your words As we move on Can we see through this thick blanket of dark fog 尚未希望,hope to prepare for this new loosening strong hold And we'll tell no more lies, no longer pretend
2.
Where are the children who are innocent and worthy? Love ones lost in a mountain once real Where are the children, who laughed, cried, and sang out They are silent, confused, and afraid Are we all forgotten, or is the answer not so simple? So many questions, when will this all be done? Forgive her one day, as she forgives those lost fanatics? Though she is tempted, to take on hate and fight And where's the devoted, who caused her dreams to crumble? Way down to the ground with no windows left in sight She's ten years away from that longest every school day She'll never forget where she was and where she's going
3.
Appendix, no longer Six nights to the day, said I couldn't stay Thank Jesus Tie off my IV, give me my morphine Please trip me away, tumble down to her place Thank you, Jesus Hear my cry, get me out Of this dark walkabout Down bradhurst tonight to land this laid over flight Thanks to all who stayed on board We're going home I miss her, long to kiss her It's only been weeks, since that day we did meet Still can't shake this My Aphrodite, will you write me? No need for balloons or a large teddy bear Just soundwaves I take, you give, I refuse hope Press once, press twice, my angel's time And see your light face through clouds drowse and weak Was this due to my dark, hasty delight?
4.
Vibrate instead of ringtone I feel this Deafening shake of the phone With no more lyin' We commence the cryin' As her river flows like so I wish I knew it would be The last goodbye I would have taken my sweet time But as those few weeks for passing Were we procrastinating In order to hold onto that final phone call Please stall Hey you get out of that bed The sun's come up Let's drink to the life that we led And as we chug this grief, I can't find the beat Until the orchestra reaches my ear As I write this breakup song Can't help but wonder what went wrong Never cold but never warm Not once did walk out through slammed door Though I can't go down the stairs To sit in your ugly red chair Wish the best bid you good life The past has gone future so bright
5.
Wake up on Saturday to the apartment's fresh decay As I breathe this Hartford air, exhale away this perfect pair I see her standing next to me only in this recurring dream Where I see my late dog Zack, kept by the love who brought him back He simply nods and asks that cliched question What is your job and purpose of your life Can't say but for now These kids teach me of our brutal society Can I please buy you a drink Seven words I'd never think to say No I don't believe it's you It's on me for not buying two It doesn't matter 'cause I'm spent Six dollar shots go straight to bed Once again I hear his roar, except this time I hit the floor Oh then he says Who cares you've got your music That's so much more than lieutenant Johnny can say There's no fucking point To play these meaningless games of therapy Oh we cannot wait for us to finally grow up But this lovely dancer's time has come today As I think back again How could she be so young and I so fortunate

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released January 31, 2013

Dizzy Bats
Connor Frost :: Vocals and Guitar
David Castillo :: Bass

Featured Musicians:
Steven Buttery:: Percussion [5]
Erik Caldarone:: Guitar (5)
Jamie Crain:: Vocals [2, 5]
Kyle Joseph:: Guitar (1, 4, 5)
Michael Scharf:: Vocals (2)
Andrew Stein-Zeller (5)

All songs written by Connor Frost

Recorded at the Gallery Recording Studio LLC in Brooklyn, NY and Connecticut College in New London, CT
Engineered, produced, and mixed by Jonathan Markson (jon.markson@gmail.com)

Album Art by Andrea Scharf (andreazscharf@gmail.com)

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Dizzy Bats New York, New York

Dizzy Bats is a New York Pop Punk band started in the summer of 2011. Influenced by punk outfits out of the late 90s and early 2000s, they use power chords over heavily-picked basslines and infectious melodies as a vehicle for fun, energetic, Power Pop. Dizzy Bats boast an honest reflection on times past and current. ... more

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