Pieces [SINGLE]

by The Bottom Dollars

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Recorded at The Space (New York, NY) & The Llama Mansion (Windham, NY)

Engineered by Shappy
Mixed by Zachary Ciancaglini at Headgear Recordings (Brooklyn, NY)
Mastered by Brian

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released 04 September 2012

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"The Bottom Dollars' music goes something like this...It's having a flask tucked, at all times, in the inside pocket of any coat that would ever be worn. It's keeping that flask healthily full with something that coats." - Sean Moeller, Daytrotter.com

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Track Name: Pieces
I want you to shoot me with a gold-plated bullet from the sky
So I can go look the devil in the eye
Quench my soul 'til the river runs dry,
Quench my soul 'til the river runs dry...

Bleed the coal from the hole in my life
Breathe in smoke just to ease up my mind
Quench my soul 'til my head feels right,
Quench my soul 'til my head feels right.

They're just pieces,
Don't you worry.
They're just pieces,
and they're floating in my head
They're just pieces,
pictured blurry.
They're just pieces and they're floating in my head.

Want you to take me to the best fuckin show of my life,
See the animals and ferris wheel lights,
Now don't you dare hold up the line,
In the sky everything is alright.

We'll see the city bleeding out to the roads
And those cookie-cutter, holy ghost homes.
Baby you'll know that it's always our time,
and baby you'll know that I've always been right.

They're just pieces,
Don't you worry.
They're just pieces,
and they're floating in my head
They're just pieces,
pictured blurry.
They're just pieces and they're floating in my head.

Want you to shoot me with a gold-plated bullet from the sky,
Man I'll go look that devil in the eye
Quench my soul til the river runs dry,
I've got a much bigger picture in mind...

And when that ash hits the glass in the tray,
I know exactly just what you're gonna say:
"Quenched my soul and I feel alright,"
"Quenched my soul and I feel alright."

They're just pieces,
Don't you worry.
They're just pieces,
and they're floating in my head
They're just pieces,
pictured blurry.
They're just pieces and they're floating in my head.
Track Name: Work
Well you know we love our censors...
We've seen it all before.
The green glow of the palace
Got foreclosed at my front door.
Well adjust, just so in the end.
You'll never work in this town again.

Pretty little sinners,
Nibble, nibble at your fingers.
Throw em up. You know, it figures
that the rich are getting richer.
Injust, my trust is dead.
You'll never work in this town again.
Work in this town again.

Pretty little piggies,
shiny shoes bought in the city.
Jaded streets, officer's envy
smash a hole into those deadbeats.
Their just souls crushed,
The river's running red.
We'll never work in this town again.

Now you tie your double windsor,
In the rubble with dull scissors,
burning pages from The Giver,
rip the sheets right off your sisters.
Now fuck your lust,
just settle for some head.
You'll never work in this town again.
Work in this town again.