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RATTLER

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1.
RATTLER 02:24
Oh we kissed on the lips and you said close your eyes and I missed Oh we choke up listening to our own songs and it feels like we’ve been alive too long the snakes in the grass will rattle And the horse spooked knocked you off your saddle Come this far, we can make it I got a broken heart, you can’t break it the snakes in the grass will rattle And the horse spooked knocked you off your saddle I’ve been meaning to give you a call This silence feels like sixteen on Adderall Maybe I was born a bigger mess But you make it all feel a little less lonely the snakes in the grass will rattle And the horse spooked knocked you off your saddle Come this far, we can make it I got a broken heart, you can’t break it the snakes in the grass will rattle And the horse spooked knocked you off your saddle I got a home but only for directions I fight a lot with good intentions I know Jesus was a sinless man But the Devil was pretty even way back then the snakes in the grass will rattle And the horse spooked knocked you off your saddle Come this far, we can make it I got a broken heart, you can’t break it Come this far, we can make it I got a broken heart, you can’t break it the snakes in the grass will rattle And the horse spooked knocked you off your saddle
2.
I’m floral heroin chic I’m the wildest summer in your recent memory Young money millionaire Mr. October is coming home I’m bigger than The Strokes An inhale of fresh air, choke October is coming home But you don’t love me anymore Don’t you ever think about leaving California Dreaming of New York girls Twilight of your golden years You’re still thinking of those New York girls I’m an open casket funeral because I’m such a pretty boy I’m two and a half minutes of unfiltered lo-fi summer, because that’s what you asked for I’m a vicious heartbreaking matador I’m a rodeo clown of passion Mr. October is coming home But you don’t love me anymore Don’t you ever think about leaving California Dreaming of New York girls Twilight of your golden years You’re still thinking of those New York girls Don’t you ever think about leaving California Dreaming of New York girls Twilight of your golden years You’re still thinking of those New York girls
3.
Crashing into the canyon of sunset valley where shade is king My mind is weary But I think of one thing Hang the cowboy Kill the cowboy Cut your teeth on the barbed wire You’re a subway runner, running from the federales Red eye commuter, rope slinger You’re a turnstile hopper, praying to a God who ain’t answer yet Thrashing to the rattler’s song like holy rollers blind deaf and dumb I think of one thing Hang the cowboy Kill the cowboy Cut your teeth on the barbed wire You’re a subway runner, running from the federales Red eye commuter, rope slinger You’re a turnstile hopper, praying to a God who ain’t answer yet Ending like it started Tumbleweeds in bloom on a silent night Spurs spinning in the wind Think of one thing Hang the cowboy Kill the cowboy Cut your teeth on the barbed wire You’re a subway runner, running from the federales Red eye commuter, rope slinger You’re a turnstile hopper, praying to a God who ain’t answer yet
4.
Poolside lovers, slow ride Don’t worry I’ll meet you there, it’s alright Hand rolled Belgian cigarettes, Mama, I’m a heartbreaker to pass the time I don’t want to love anymore I don’t want to hurt anymore Riding out into the sunset, a sudden death The devil named his rifle after you Pushing daisies in the garden of Eden, but I still dream of you I don’t want to love anymore I don’t want to hurt anymore I don’t want to love anymore I don’t want to hurt anymore The gravedigger’s getting overtime Digging my grave overnight I share a birthday with the Undertaker I tell her, I tell her “YOU TAKE ME TONIGHT” I don’t want to love anymore I don’t want to hurt anymore I don’t want to love anymore I don’t want to hurt anymore
5.
I work my life for nothing It’s salt up in my veins I’ve swam in sweeter oceans Honey, it’s all the same If you’ve loved the way I’ve loved You know no greater pain If you’ve loved the way I’ve loved You know it’s not the same Red devil’s parakeet Wild horses in the street You can see the stars above New York when you’re just outside the city If you’ve loved the way I’ve loved You know no greater pain If you’ve loved the way I’ve loved You know it’s not the same
6.
SWEETENER 02:17
Red eyes, like a teenager 45 degrees to my 90 Dead flower, nevermind is not an answer Dreaming of Portugal on TV screens Week old scratches on my knees remind me of you And I’m hoping they’ll remind me of you We find ourselves alone tonight, it might feel a little too right When there’s smoke, there is usually a fire and I said “love” when I meant “desire” And I feel my electric pulse and I’ve been moving to a static waltz And I know when my muscles twitch And I know when my lips will itch I’m reminded of you And I’m hoping they’ll remind me of you And I’m hoping if I forget, they’ll remind of you Remind me of you (red eyes) Remind me of you (red eyes) Remind me of you (red eyes) Remind me of you (red eyes) Red eyes like a teenager Red eyes like a teenager Red eyes like a teenager
7.
I’m a Limewire virus in your computer I’ve been hanging around those bootleg mixtapes you made for your first girlfriend And I’m hoping you never find me And I’m hoping you never find me Ooh, I fell silent on your birthday Cuz love’s a moving hand Fall in love with the little things But baby, I do what I can Made it all so easy You could do it in the dark You might not need me Still think about you in the dark I’m the dust from the old attic in the moving van I was there when you cried so quietly into your two hands I’m the matchbox holding up the house and I’ll be the one to burn it down And I’m hoping you never find me And I’m hoping you never find me Ooh, I fell silent on your birthday Cuz love’s a moving hand Fall in love with the little things But baby, I do what I can Made it all so easy You could do it in the dark You might not need me Still think about you in the dark
8.
I tend to my underserved garden Sharp boys still cry for their mothers I overshare and ask for no pardon Whatever helps the grass grow higher and higher Blood on the grass, well it helps the grass grow Too high to feel is not a feeling Well, I pour my blood in the garden so the grass grows Too sad to love is way too easy, easy Painting the blue skies over The sharp boys still bleed like the soft ones I’m trying to keep my composure Whatever helps the grass grow higher and higher Blood on the grass, well it helps the grass grow Too high to feel is not a feeling Well, I pour my blood in the garden so the grass grows Too sad to love is way too easy, easy
9.
White knuckles on a wildflower In a bouquet, in a bouquet It's gonna get easier someday, when you leave this city Oh, the devil's going to run you from this town Oh, you're never going to settle down Wild horse gonna die in the pasture where the green of the grass don't matter Well I'm waiting, waiting for you to say When you wanted me (well I'm waiting on you) Where you wanted me (well I'm waiting on you) When you wanted me and I'm waiting on you) When you wanted me (well I'm waiting on you) Where you wanted me (well I'm waiting on you) When you wanted me and I'm waiting on you) White lie like God and Country, my heart is like a wildfire chasing me It's gonna get easier some day when you walk away from everything Oh, the devil's going to drag you underground Oh, your ashes are spread around Wild horses all die in the manger where the green of the grass don't matter and I'm waiting, waiting for you to say When you wanted me (well I'm waiting on you) Where you wanted me (well I'm waiting on you) When you wanted me and I'm waiting on you) When you wanted me (well I'm waiting on you) Where you wanted me (well I'm waiting on you) When you wanted me and I'm waiting on you)
10.
Running down to the weeds, a scratch ticket from the skin of my teeth I’m gonna win big tonight, oh I’m gonna take us out tonight 40s in the street, live like 4th of July every week I’m gonna love you like your parents don’t know I’m gonna bring you home before the morning light shows American sweetheart, why’d you have to be so mean to me? Woke up with you in my hair but as long as the dreams were good I don’t care American sweet tooth, why’d you have to be so rude to me? Bubblegum don’t taste the same, but as long as the money was good I don’t care No sleep above the covers Orange of the streetlight, warmth of the summer A Spanish voice following the wind, wide eyes can tie a cherry stem Young American Bubblegum, sweettooth for all the summer cum I’m gonna love you like your parents don’t know I’m gonna bring you home before the morning light shows American sweetheart, why’d you have to be so mean to me? Woke up with you in my hair but as long as the dreams were good I don’t care American sweet tooth, why’d you have to be so rude to me? Bubblegum don’t taste the same, but as long as the money was good I don’t care

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released July 26, 2019

Songs written by Lorenzo Gillis Cook

Vocals / Guitar / Bass: Lorenzo Gillis Cook
Drums: Henry Schoonmaker
Mix’n’Master: Adam Greenberg

Guitar on “Infinite Fields”: Daniel Pugh
Background vocals on “Yung Bubblegum”: Jamie Brooks
Lead guitar, bass, drums on “Sweetener”: Adam Greenberg
Drums on “Blood Gardens”: Adam Greenberg

Painting by Sean Lamble www.seanlamble.com
Text by Simon Abranowicz simon.abranowicz.com

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