ded lake EP

by The FAPS

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    3 hidden tracks include:
    Opposites (detract) [remix track]
    No Girl on Girl [demo]
    Dragonflies (cover) [demo]
    + exclusive video (MP4) of The Faps in their jam space (shot and edited by Emanuel Muntean)

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Recorded live-off-the-floor in a discreet underground location, 'Ded Lake' captures The Faps at their grittiest. These five songs, written during the summer of 2012 in Mortlach, Saskatchewan, pay homage to the small town's name and represent months spent in a sweaty, 2nd story jam room with wine & cigarettes.

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released April 28, 2013

All songs written and performed by The Faps
Recorded and mixed by Brodie Mohninger at LabourLove Studios in Moose Jaw, SK
Mastered by Jordan Smith in Saskatoon, SK

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Track Name: Wet Tom Jones
The kids are home and they’re not the same
I sit and wonder “who’s to blame?”
The kids are home and how they’ve changed
From stormy clouds to sunny rain

Don’t come home ‘cause I’ve got a mouthful
Love’s got my balls in an hourglass, so
Sit around smokin’ up in a junk yard
I said yes, but honestly fuck you

The kids are home and they’re not the same
I sit and wonder “who’s to blame?”
The kids are home and how they’ve changed
From stormy clouds to sunny rain

Don’t come home ‘cause I’ve got a mouthful
Love’s got my balls in an hourglass, so
Sit around smokin’ grass in a junk yard
I said yes, but honestly fuck you

Don’t come home she said, she said, she said
I need more time to swallow my pride
Here’s to a spontaneous Ukrainian ride

Disturbin’ the ‘burb with my radio ruckus
I tried to be nice, I tried to be tough as nails in a coffin

Disturbed and absurd, she takes me for a sucker
I tried to be nice, I tried to be tougher, but it fails all too often

Disturbin’ the ‘burb with my radio ruckus
I tried to be nice, I tried to be tough as nails in a coffin
In the hot hot sun
Track Name: Tuskany
You cannot see me
I am invisible
Incomprehendible
Confidential
Something that rhymes with purple hearted
Could I finish what I’ve started for once?

If I must
I’ll grow tusks
To pierce you through
To fuck you up

It’s been months
Since we’ve been one
On the run with silver guns
Beneath a yellow sun above golden sand
You know I’m the flash in a punk rock band

If I must
I’ll grow tusks
To pierce you through
To fuck you

I’ve been living off the land
Filling shoes like a real man
On chicken legs I will take a stand
In a swirling swill of vanilla bland

If I must
I’ll grow tusks
To pierce you through
To fuck you up
Fuck you up
Track Name: Opposites
There are gentlemen and scholars
Witches and mothers
But I’m the only fool to bring death to this town

Traveled across the sand
To live off and on the land
But before too long I came to learn
That work is scarce when you lack the human hand

Oh boy, you don’t look so hot
I’m on my way home
But I seem to be missing some bones
How the fuck am I suppose to play

In the streets and in the dark, bitch
I’ll tear you apart
Give yourself to the sailors
And any man with a hat

No one’s walking in the streets this morning
You’ll be sorry, oh so sorry

You’ll be sorry, oh so sorry
You’ll be sorry if you ever cross me
You’ll be sorry when you’re laying in the gutter
In a pool of your blood
You filthy motherfucker
Track Name: Tortellini Gang Bang
Rooster woke me up again, grab my axe, find a hen
CHOP DRILL CUT SPILL
Wheelin’ and dealin’, coppin’ a feeling
You’re all mine, my ninth concubine

Rococo spirit got a romantic heart
Hold my humble hands in the dark
Her cocoa spirit really warms my heart
Like a feeling felt up at the start

Goya got your tongue, no room for a hero, not one
Monsters will creep when I put reason to sleep
The kindest kindling for the fire beneath my ass
I shit glue, get stuck to you, yes I do

Rococo spirit got a romantic heart
Hold my humble hands in the dark
Her cocoa spirit really warms my heart
Like a feeling felt up at the start

Mourn your self-portrait
You hedonistic blue boy
Everyone can see you’re wrinkled beneath
Floating fur pelts and watered down silk
Track Name: NO Girl on Girl!
all business, no pleasure
the mrs. can't please her
my business is your pleasure
double feature, no teaser

whoa man! oh man oh man oh man!
whoa man! oh man oh man oh man!

all trail, no treasure
no thank you my good sir

NO GIRL ON GIRL! NO GIRL ON GIRL!
NO NO NO! NO NO NO!

I'm not too good with numbers
I'm not three good with numbers
I'm not four good with numbers
does this mean she can't even hug her?

whoa man! NO GIRL ON GIRL! NO GIRL ON GIRL!
Man oh man oh man!

I'm just a feel-good lover
in the winter, spring and summer
in the fall I feed my hunger
fuck sakes, she still can't touch her

whoa man! oh man oh man oh whoa!
man! oh! whoa! man! NO!

NO GIRL ON GIRL! NO GIRL ON GIRL!
NO NO NO! NO NO NO!