This Machine Kills

by The Sundresses

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Recorded at High Bias Studios in Detroit, MI by Chris Koltay. Tracks 4, 8, and 13 recorded by Brian Niesz at Ultrasuede Studio in Cincinnati, OH. All songs mastered by Dave Davis. Produced by The Sundresses. For more information about The Sundresses, contact thesundresses@gmail.com. Album cover contains art deco designs by J. Ehlers and Joseph Binder. Back cover photograph by James Garvin (1/27/2012) from our show at MOTR Pub in Cincinnati, OH.

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released September 5, 2015

*You Can’t Catch Me was written by Dylan Ewing (ASCAP) and adapted by Brad Schnittger (BMI).
*Ramblin’ Man was written by Hank Williams, Published by Sony/ATV Acuff Rose Music. Song adapted by Jeremy Springer (BMI). Only available on CD version.
*The Sundresses Get Shot was written by Jeremy Springer and made way better by Brad Schnittger.

The Sundresses are: Makenzie Place - bass guitar, backing vocals, trombone. Jeremy Springer - guitar, vocals, drums on tracks 8 and 13. Brad Schnittger - guitar, dobro, organ, rhodes, vocals, drums on track 4. Dave Reid - drums on all but tracks 4, 8, and 13. Special credit goes to Dottie Mae Schnittger who introduces track 3. Chris Koltay played a guitar solo on track 11.

Thanks to all our fans and friends who have waited patiently for this record.
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Track Name: Banker's Blues
oh you fat piggies,
you gonna roll around in the fire.
and all your pretty pennies,
they gonna weigh you down
gonna make you drown drown, drown drown drown,
in that fire.
oh ay
thats what the good book say.
six and six is twelve
two and eight is ten
and every move you make
gets more of my money in your hand
but i got something to tell you
it aint enough money get you in them pearly gates
and i say amen
it makes me sing
I’m gonna dance dance dance
while you burn burn burn.
and all those dollar bills
that you stole
the lords gonna take them
gonna make you a rope
and everybody’s gonna get a turn
throw that rope down
watch your money burn.
and everybody’s gonna dance dance dance
while you burn burn burn.
Track Name: Zap A Deux
I drew a spaceship
When I was only nine.
Mailed it to the company,
and they looked at my design.
They responded with a letter.
Said “we don’t need one at this time.”

My plans, they were rejected,
so I wrote them my reply.
“You don’t need a spaceship?
Well you sure won’t be on mine.
Cuz I don’t have a fuckin’ spaceship.
I gotta big blue van instead.”

You need too much.
You need.

Darlin, pretty darlin’.
I’ll take you for a ride.
Sweetheart, can’t you hear me?
Talk to me and ease my mind.
I don’t jave a fuckin’ spaceship
I gotta big blue van instead.

You need too much.
…or maybe me.
Track Name: Stepson Of A Working Man
gotta wait for the springtime
to lay my body down
cincinnati grounds too hard
with old man winter in town
and i don’t wanna break my back
digging my own grave
so i aint a gonna
I’m gonna wait around
till later on this summer
aint nothin needs doing
i can’t get done tomorrow
and aint nothin worth getting man
that i cannot borrow
and aint a thing that i can say
that aint been said before i said it
and dying aint so bad
to make me live to regret it
what we gonna do
we all gots to die
we can’t do nothin man
might as well get high
everybody wants to know
when they box our bones up
in the ground
where do we really go
where will we get found
and how long does it take
to get to that city of those gone
i don’t know but i bet not long
and what we gonna do
i say we all gots to die
oh we can’t do nothin man
might as well get high
Track Name: Hey Hey Bang Bang
my woman my woman
she don’t say no to me
i just call out her name baby
and she comes running to me
hey hey bang bang
baby sweet baby
when you put that thing on me
i get so high baby
i cannot speak
hey hey bang bang
baby sweet baby
you feel so good to me
so put that thing on me
and don’t say know to me
Track Name: You Can't Catch Me*
Two little monkeys
Hanging in a tree, saying,
“Mr. Alligator, you can’t catch me.

No you can’t catch me.”

Mr. Alligator crawls up through the tree
Just as quiet as a killer can be.

Now there’s one little monkey
Hanging in the tree, saying
“Mr. Alligator, you can’t catch me

No you can’t catch me.”

Mr. Alligator creepss up through the tree
Just as quiet as a killer can be.

Now, Mr. Alligator goes crawling through the mud.
Goes back to the swamp with a belly full of blood.
You can hear them screaming.
It echoes through the trees, saying
“Mr Alligator, you can’t catch me

No you can’t catch me.”
Track Name: 7777
little baby wanna cry all night
she say daddy you don’t treat me right
little baby wanna cry all night
don’t you cry now baby
cause i love you
little baby wanna fuss and fight
cause her daddy stay out all night
little baby wanna fuss and fight
don’t you fight now baby
cause i love you
little baby wanna run away
i say baby why don’t you stay
she say daddy I’m going away
don’t you go now baby
cause i love you
Track Name: Harpoon Dagger
You know a man
Who wants to hold on to both of your hands
Who wants to grab you into his hands
and make real sweet love to you.

I’ll tell you
a little riddle you will understand
about the heart-felt broken man
who thinks the whole wide world of you.
He thinks the whole wide world of you.

Oh my house in on fire
My house is coming down.

When he
wrote the riddle he was facing the sun.
Lord, never wanted him to hurt no one.
But god damn what’s a man to do?
Oh honey, what could he do?

Who could it be?
A tall glass or a sip of tea?
A tall tale or a mystery?
A sailor man or a god of the sea?

Oh my house in on fire
My house is coming down.

What it is
Is the quiver of a silvery part.
A harpoon dagger you can see in the dark.
When the moon shines in your house.

Oh no, you never wanted it to be like this.
Like a double-edged bait and switch.
Barbed wire on your lips.
Barbie doll swinging those pretty hips.

Oh my house in on fire
My house is coming down.
Track Name: The Sundresses Get Shot*
You made us dumb,
And now we’re mad.
You can make us run,
and tie that bag.
Now that ain’t no fun,
while you hold the bag.

Uh-oh, oh-no, my friends.
Better call the U.N.
Better call Greyhound bus station
and get outta town.

Bad news travels fast,
In the land of gas.
The American flag,
burns awfully fast.
Just one little match,
and all that gas.

Yeah, you made us dumb,
and now we’re mad.
Yeah, you gave us all guns,
and you fold our flag.
You might-a changed your name,
but you still wear that mask.
Track Name: Whisper Touch
Hey, baby
It’ll be alright
You’ll be alright with me.
Take my money
Take everything
whatever you want form me
I need you baby
Like a flower needs the sun
and birds the trees

take it all
just take it all
night long from me

You my honey
I’m sweet on you cuz I’m a honey bee
buzz buzz baby
I’m making sound
I’m buzzing around your tree
take it baby
just take it now
don’t give it back to me

Drive me crazy
let’s drive around all up and down the sea
Turn round baby
Just turn around
and go to town with me
Spin my engine
I’ll hit the gas and make it last, hey hey.
Track Name: Larry Nixon
Don’t wanna move to a city
Where everybody knows you
So I live in a city
Where everybody knows me

Whoa yeah
Don’t walk in here with nickels on your shoes
Whoa yeah
Just move away and have ‘em come to you

I just keep living
Like i want to
I don’t wear helmet
I ain’t planning on running into you.

Whoa yeah
I just buried this one into you

You think you’re so pretty
Well I’ve got news for you
You’re the prettiest lady
That a god-damned man ever seen
Whoa yeah
I heard you say that I’ve been cold and mean
Whoa yeah
Well, I’m very nice
I’m like a nice machine

I wanna buy a big boat
Fly it over that big sea
I wanna land on the runway
See you waiting on me

Whoa yeah,
I’m CIA and you’re my KGB
Whoa yeah
We’re two old-fashioned
walking mysteries.
Track Name: Lost At Sea
Pretty pretty girl up in them hills
Do you think you could love me still?
You've got the hair like a red wild fire
You've got the horns like the devil, too
You're a river running through my mind
The kind of river makes a man go blind
Would you love me though I told you a lie
Or if I ever was so clever to try?

No, never ever will you be my girl.

If you're a siren I am lost at sea
If you're Athena I'm a Hercules
But I'm trouble, babe, I've got to leave
Cuz I'm a trick crawling up your sleeve.

No, never ever will you be my girl.

I think I'm falling for you deeper still
You keep on climbing up a steeper hill
But in my dreams you will have to stay
Please never ever
Go away.

Never ever will you be my girl.