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Waiting For​.​.​.​The Trip

by Drown Soda

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MissesTexas When you dig into your soul, this album is what you have handfuls of. Bits of passion, bits of soul, pieces of each individual who took part in the creation of this EP. Like little amazing nuggets of gold dust to be scattered among the world. Art is not perfection but yet we can find perfection within each artist. I love how Drown Soda gives the middle finger to all who have preconceived expectations. They are who they are.. raw, unfiltered, unrefined, and true to what they believe.
Drink drown soda and catch an artistic buzz!!! Favorite track: Groundswell.
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1.
Droner 02:34
2.
Foo Girls 02:12
3.
Groundswell 03:56
Going into oxygen debt Your martyr is my deep regret Slit my skull open Take my own pig pen The aching in my spine Will wither me away in time The hole that pierces my soul Melting into my wall The most gut wrenching I ever saw Take my tongue Smash shit into my lungs Come see my cage Built in my grave The hole that pierces my soul Teeth rot and fall out Destroy my haze now Pretty pretty murder Please hurt her Come see my cage Built in my grave Come see my cage Built in my grave
4.
The Outsider 02:33
5.
Schizo 03:43
I can see such pretty things Sharks on the ground move in sync Baby you're fine; barbiturates Bugs crawling in the crib Baby you're fine; barbiturates Accustomed brains love opiates Vicious comes to gut you now Just one more before you drown
6.
Stimulat3r 04:11
Your family's asking where you've been, I won't tell them you're under my bed. Your family's asking where you've been, I won't tell them you're under my bed. I want to cut you up again, I need to feel that feeling again. Your blue skin is cold to touch, Never once did I think that I fucked up. I miss your face before you started to bloat, I miss your taste before you decomposed. I want to cut you up again, I need to feel that feeling again. Love from my mouth to a corpse, I have yet to feel guilt and remorse. You're my masterpiece so violated, You've made me feel so stimulat3d. I want to fuck you up again, I need to feel that feeling again.
7.
Parachuting 02:28
Waiting for the end of the world Waiting for the end of that girl Waiting for anything other than this Moms at home, she's a dope No one's clean, we can't use soap Wonder why I'm even here Wish I was dead, there's nothing left All I crave is drugs and sex Wonder why, I'm never fuckin satisfied I think I'll just stay inside, Kill my brain and hope I fly, Is there anything other than this? Sonic Youth and graphic tees, Nothing beats your apathy, Wonder why, you're never fuckin satisfied The hole in my wall gets bigger still, Fucker slipped me forget me pills, Wonder why I can't see straight I'm tired of talking about it, Justifying all my habits, I know I am alone on this one. My eyes can see what's in front of me
8.
Under Saturns rays I rest in eternal sleep. dope smoke violates my tomb and awakens me. Clawing from the grave my batwings spread. Their blood filled with drugs, so high, so dead. Your dope laced blood shows me new highs. Bloodlust, druglust, Count Drugula arise... Strung out on blood I hunt the streets at night. Terror from the sky, in batform I strike. Your naked body dragged to my darkened crypt. I tie you up, dope you up then your blood I sip. Your dope laced blood shows me new highs. Bloodlust, druglust, Count Drugula arise...
9.
Warm White 04:10
Warm white, take me away tonight. Take me away from here, Take me away from here. Strip me of my young years. No secrets kept, Nose sting in my bed. Drifting; ocean blue. Severed; unlike you. When you're left nothing, You become nothing. Knowing, my black soul. Tethered, I'm too old. Empty, my hands are tied. Nothing is mine, Nothing is mine. When you're left nothing, You become nothing. Drifting; ocean blue. Severed; unlike you. Empty, my hands are tied. Nothing is mine, Nothing is mine.

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Recorded/Mixed by Cam at the Tater Shack.

Album art by Joy Cheek - www.instagram.com/joy_blazefighter/
Album photo by Tylre Burman - www.instagram.com/tylretakes_photos/

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released August 4, 2017

Frank - Guitar,Vocals
Cam - Drums,Bass,Keys

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Drown Soda Aurora, Texas

Two piece band out of Aurora Texas. Drink Drown Soda.

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