Knockin' [EP]

by The Living Statues

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released 02 April 2014

Released April 08, 2014

All songs written & performed by The Living Statues.
Produced by The Living Statues & Jason Finkel.
Engineered & mixed by Jason Finkel at Converse Rubber Tracks, Brooklyn, NY.
Mastered by Justin Shturtz at Sterling Sound, New York, NY.

MGMT: Jeff@asideworldwide.com
www.LongLiveTheStatues.com
℗ © 2014 The Living Statues

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Track Name: Knockin'
Knock, knock, knockin' myself
And a knock knock knock at door.
Crack, crack, crackin' the whip
Oh crack cracks in the floor

And I say: "oh!"

Don't wanna be myself,
No, I don't like what I see
I'll just keep lookin' around
Till I find somebody else to be

And I say: "oh!"

And you will likely never find,
Find your peace of mind around here
Cuz I've forgotten all my lines
Spent them a long time ago on a girl...

Josie's wearing her boots
And she cuts to the front of the line
A homerun killer queen,
She really keeps those snakes in line

And I say: "oh!"

And you will likely never find,
Find your peace of mind around here
Cuz I've forgotten all my lines
Spent them a long time ago on a girl...

No one's better than me
When I've got a drink in my hand
Start a scuffle in this place
Cuz I don't like the band that's playing.

And you will likely never find,
Find your peace of mind around here
Cuz I've forgotten all my lines
Spent them a long time ago on a girl...
Track Name: Extra Day
In a photograph she's 21
Showering with a necklace on

That summer of the downpour
Came at us out of nowhere.
No lightning, no kiss, no goodbye

All I need is an extra day

And in the week of poor decisions
I found myself with no ambitions

This bedroom's like a temple
Built to the times that echo.
She closed her eyes and I lost my mind

All I need is an extra day

All I need is an extra day
Track Name: Foolin' Around
Two can play that game,
Words in the dark rarely come out the same
As they do in the light
Slow down, babe, you got me tonight.

We broke down and did it again
Swear to me now that this will be it
We won't kiss as we walk out the door
You're acting like you never seen me before

Enough foolin' around
We got no time on our hands
Enough foolin' around
You're with me, not with your man

Put the car in reverse, baby, I'm going home
I ain't the first to leave you alone
But when I think of all that we done
I always knew that you weren't the one

Enough foolin' around
We got no time on our hands
Enough foolin' around
You're with me, not with your man

Just a little more shoulder...
Don't you with you were older?

Enough foolin' around
We got no time on our hands
Enough foolin' around
You're with me, not with your man
Track Name: Time For Me To Go
Be my baby tonight
For the long and lonely drive.
If these roads don't take us home
We won't have to be alone.

Something special's gonna die
But only for you.

I don't think about the past
Cuz you're never going back
To lying next to me
Those were the days I really needed

Something special's gonna die
But only for you

And I want you, oh my god I really do,
But I fucked it up
Once or twice but not enough to know
When it's time for me to go

And if I ride to hell tonight
Would you be there by my side?
Say I'm wrong, what's there to do
But paint it black on black on you

Something special's gonna die
But only for you

And I want you, oh my god I really do,
But I fucked it up
Once or twice but not enough to know
When it's time for me to go
Track Name: Not My Fault
She was a friend of a friend I guess
And of the two, I did love her friend the best.

And so I went, but I did not want to go
A gentleman, well he always says hello.

Where do your friends go
When they step out for a smoke?
I don't think he's coming home

Well it's not my fault that I'm your type
I look pretty good and I sing alright
It's not my fault that I'm your type
But I cannot stay the night.

And she was young, she was not the one for me
But I can't say "no" when a girl is begging please

Where do your friends go
When they step out for a smoke?
I don't think he's coming home

Well it's not my fault that I'm your type
I look pretty good and I sing alright
It's not my fault that I'm your type
But I cannot stay the night.

You picked the right time but the wrong place
And you would not believe who I ran into that night
I coulda stayed home, had a drink, and got myself some sleep
But I really haven't done enough of this kind of stuff lately.