Cheap Thrills On A Dead End Street

by Beach Slang

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Recorded on June 21st and 22nd, 2014 at The Gradwell House In Haddon Heights, NJ by Dave Downham.

Mastered at Armstrong Recording Studio in Tulsa, Oklahoma by Stephen Egerton.

Pre-orders available now at Tiny Engines
Digital release: 9/25
Vinyl release: late October

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released 25 September 2014

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Track Name: All Fuzzed Out
I'm swallowing faith, but choking on lust. I'm chasing your face, but fucking it up. Turn the stereo loud until I steady my guts. You still are "Oh, wow!" And all of these sounds are really just my heart plugged in and played loud. My knuckles are fake. I kiss when I punch. If everything breaks, what happens to us? You are how The Smiths sound when they're falling in love. You still are "Oh, wow!" And all of these growls are really just my heart getting really fuzzed out, like, oh, wow! If there's Heaven, I have found it with you. So, is there?
Track Name: Dirty Cigarettes
I write a lot. It's mostly lies. I fall in love to pass the time. I never fit. I never tried. I need the struggle to feel alive. All I want are records on my stereo. I'm better off, baby, when I'm all alone. That's a lie. Dirty cigarettes and a dirty soul. Tell me I'm enough. I am dying to know what it's like. This sound is fucked, but I don't mind. It's wrong enough to feel alright. I think a lot, like all the time. I get in trouble when things get quiet. All I want are records on my stereo. I'm better off, baby, when I'm all alone. That's a lie. Dirty cigarettes and a dirty soul. Tell me I'm enough. I am dying to know what it's like.
Track Name: American Girls And French Kisses
They stick to my tongue, the kisses you through at me. I'm falling in love with Xs and ecstasy. I tripped on my tongue and fell into wild things. Peel off your guts. Punch me romantically. I burned out on luck. It never did much for me. Tonight, let's be young and light up these sleeping streets. It's Friday night and I'm in the basement screaming out my lungs with my best friends. I hope when I die, I feel this alive. Shake off the dust. Lace up your fighting teeth. It's less that I'm dumb and more awkward socially. I'm hiding in drugs, but hoping you'll wait for me. It's Friday night and I'm in the basement screaming out my lungs with my best friends. I hope when I die, I feel this alive. American girls and French kisses.