Demostro

by White Gallery

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    Our Debut EP titled "Demostro" is
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released 21 November 2013
Produced By White Gallery
Co-Produced, Recorded, Engineered and Mixed by Abe Seiferth
Mastered by Joe Leporta At Sterling Sound

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Track Name: Twisted Summer
 
Twisted Summer
 
Baby get your good shit on,
We're going into town.
Spend our not-so-hard earned cash at the local lost and found.
 
What's that sound, your little brother's in love?
He's socializing with suburban scum.
He's so dumb.
We're so cool.
I'm never going back to summer school.
(Nope.)
 
(Hey guys, whatcha doin?...ice cream social.)
 
Let's go down by the beach and watch white people swim.
They're gonna splash and drown,
But we're not jumping in.
We never give in, we don't care what happens next.
We just go home and have illegal sex.
Cheap ass thrills for my cheap ass man.
We're having fun-fun-fun in the sand.
(Yep.)
 
Cool summer.
It's a twisted summer.
Track Name: Johnny's Gun
Johnny's Gun
 
Dreams,
Fossilized frenzies.
Please don't go pretending we ever wanted it all.
I heard a scream in the hall.
 
Creep alone in the station
Meet Johnny, he's waiting.
It looks like he knows your name, boy.
Should you kiss him or run away?
I say you grab that pistol in his pocket
Yeah, make him go "bang". (bang)
 
Whoa...
 
Sleep alone in your bedroom
He waits to consume you.
Breathe heavy and hold tight
He lives in the cold light.
 
(Baby...pour me a glass...of that muscle milk.)
 
Man in my thoughts daily.
Lust, driving me crazy.
But what are his intentions?
Oh lord, it's way too dark to mention.
There's a secret in his system.
Is he my lover or my villain?
He's got me living on crazy feelings.
Cause Johnny's out to make a killing!
 
Johnny! Baby, let me go!
Johnny! Baby, let me go!
I'll tell him if he don't know...
C'mon, Johnny! Baby, let me go!
Johnny! Baby let me go!
 
Track Name: Night Bite
Night Bite:

When eight tiny eyes were hungry for you
One little mouth was calling out
Your name

You were lost in the light
The city found you left for dead
Shifting in your shame

Well, desperate motivations call for desperate deeds
and there's something in the way you say "please".

(instrumental break)

As the bite of the night grows heavy on you
Three voices slurred a tainted verb
Upon your name

Oh, the smoke into ash
The order cast you
A barking dog to milk the brood
To demonstrate

Well, this here resurrection is a cosmic curse
It's the tie that binds the monster to the thirst

I put the moon in my bed and I begged him not to sleep
I kissed him on his head and he shattered over me

Ahh
Ahh

Into the spiral dawn
To walk the way of the world
Tread lightly
Into the dawn
Be the moon 
Be the moon descending
Track Name: Seagulls
Seagulls
 
A home at the end of the world is what I want.
What I want.
See we were stranded with the rest of the girls
...and we had fun.
They had none.
You were swimming from the opposite shore.
To those women from the opposite shore.
 
And you can say it til your tongue turns blue.
Wishing all the old was new
But you will never, ever get through.
No you will never, ever get through.
 
We're just seagulls flying out at sea to die.
Seagulls,
Flying out at sea to die.
 
Wop-shoo-wop-shoo-wop,
Wop-shoo-wahh-ohhh...
 
Alone at the end of the world is where this ends
It all ends.
Broken down by a counterfeit pearl
So make amends to your ghost friends who left you stranded at the opposite shore.
Now your blood boils to even the score.
 
And you can say it til your tongue turns blue.
Wishing all the old was new
But you will never, ever get through.
No you will never, ever get through.
 
We're just seagulls flying out at sea to die.
Seagulls,
Flying out at sea to die.
 
Wop-shoo-wop-shoo-wop,
Wop-shoo-wahh-ohhh...