Mutant Love / The Yellnats Split

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    5 song split EP from 2 of the hottest bands in the world. Grab one before they're gone!!!

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released May 24, 2019

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Track Name: Mutant Love - Diane
she's not rapping at my front door, begging me for a little more, she's not stewed in her own shit, she's not on the floor in fits, she's not digging through my change, at the pawn shop with my things, she's not crying in my bed, that's because diane is dead

she's not answering my calls, she's not joining me for walks, not stealing me chips from the store, she's not with me anymore, but she's still in my heart, and she's still in my head, and i'm crying in my bed, that's because diane is dead
Track Name: Mutant Love - Over It
this is what it is, i had enough of what it was, don't know what i used to see, now i don't see anything, this is what it is, i had enough of what it was, don't know what it's gonna be, it's not gonna be with me - over it -

this is what it is, i had enough of what it was, i don't mean to be too mean, i do hope that you are happy, this is what it is, i had enough of what it was, don't know what it's gonna be, it's not gonna be with me - over it - don't give a shit, i'm over it -

what's done is done is done, pack my bags, hit the gas, four three two one, in the past, in the trash, escape hatch, take the hint, terminate, write the obit, banana split, hock and spit, burn the bridge, over it
Track Name: Mutant Love - Ollie Ollie Oxycontin
the librarian is screaming in whispers, the ballerina's not fine, too drunk to walk the line, the environmentalist don't ever sniff the roses, she just drinks her wine, breaks the bottle on a stop sign, i can't be bummed out or bothered with indifference, i'm too happy with my christ-like apathy, and i think everything's so fucking stupid, am i right?

the dalai lama's in pajamas on a telescope, the pharmacist is too depressed, he won't write the script, the musician singing, just found his tone, used a cash register as metronome, i'll never find the cure for cancer, it doesn't mean that i don't care, i just sit in this airport bar, never going anywhere, and i think everything's so fucking stupid, am i wrong?

i can't be bummed out or bothered with indifference, i'm a bible in your hotel drawer getting high on your sin, i think everything's so fucking perfect, am i wrong, or am i crooked? i think i'm crooked
Track Name: The Yellnats - Young Punks
do you wanna take a ride with me?
screaming songs throughout the city
let the wind blow all your hair across your face
and smile the day away

my stomach was in knots i was always going wrong,
but you’re here with me now and goddamn I’m feeling strong
no fear, the feelin I wake up to at dawn

and the night goes on
so i’ll sing this song

we walked with our heads down but we kept our spirits up
young punks hanging around, ya know we never made the cut
spent too much time on sidelines, we never felt enough
not sure what you expected not giving a fuck

all my worries left my head today
like a bird out of its cage
flying far away but the heart’s always at home

and the night goes on
so ill sing this song

we’re just some young punks (hanging around)
(burning one down)
(rolling round town)
we're just some young punks
Track Name: The Yellnats - Small Town
find that place that seems familiar
walking railroad tracks to destination wherever
a couple joints they make me wonder
when the fuck did we get older
cause were still acting younger, HEY!

somewhere in smalltown pennsylvania
we got high underneath a maple tree
you asked me if i missed the old days
i said its not hard to fantasize or dream
when you’re living in your memories, HEY!

(just waiting to be found)
somewhere in smalltown pennsylvania

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