Harlot Drama [EP]

by Part Time/Models

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03:29
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04:29
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02:18
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02:28
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01:59

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Recorded between October 2014 - January 2015

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released February 12, 2015

Adam Shreve - Vocals, Guitar
Guy Phoenix - Drums
Rod Woolf - Bass
Gino Capone - Vocals, Guitar
Jessica Porter - Vocals on tracks 1, 5, & 7

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Part Time/Models St. Petersburg, Florida

part time/models are:

Adam Shreve
Guy Phoenix
Rod Woolf
Gino Capone

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Track Name: Coup de grâce
Mighty, mighty fine stranger
Constant yea-say-yellers
Yellow bellied four leggers
They sit in the shade
They sit in the shade

Get around a round of neon green
The shiniest shot you’ve ever heard of
When held up to the light
My liver quivers with a fright

Must consider the mess
Gonna get it gift wrapped
It’s not petty theft
Left with a bullet n’ a mourner
Cut to the bone
Suckin’ at the marrow
So pluck my buttons for trophy’s sake
Ya just had to be there to leave a trace

I’ll have some crème brûlée
Before my coup de grâce
If you had any decency
You’d sneak up on me all gentlemanly

Like a famished beast
I’d go down easy
I’d thank you kindly 'n’ even say please
I’m afraid there’ll be no thank you
I’m afraid there’ll be no thank you
Track Name: Tart Temper
Jerry-built model
Makeshift romance
Ya don’t have to meet a single soul
Don’t get no color of eyes memorized

Tart temper
Huffs n’ puffs with a whimper
With a look to remember
Can’t throw a stick/
Tart temper
Teeths her way through the winter
Indoors throughout the town
Can’t throw a stick

Walking home, walking home, finally alone
Walking home, walking home, finally alone
Walking home, walking home, finally alone
Walking home, walking home, finally alone

Tart temper
Shears her shirts for the summer
Less is more-skin the better
Can’t throw a stick
Tart temper
Lays out her love in cold statistics
You’re nothing more than a witness
(Just a witness)

Walking home, walking home, finally alone
Walking home, walking home, finally alone
Walking home, walking home, finally alone
Walking home, walking home, finally alone

Purchased you a riot
Came with conviction
All smelling like allure
In the way of a steakhouse

Walking home, walking home
Track Name: Billy
Come on, Billy, I’m only sleeping
Your phone keeps ringing and you know that it’s waking me up
And I don’t wanna be up
At the question mark you fall to pieces
You never listen to reason, you just make it up
And I don’t wanna be up

You know you’re right, I hate to admit it, but you’re right
Don't you know you're right
I look around, but I’m only lusting, bought her a drink but it led to nothing, got stood up, and I don’t wanna be up

Tell nobody, I buy your lies
Tell nobody, I’m by your side
Right away, the missing bits
All twist around and get the fits

Tell nobody, I buy your lies
Tell nobody, I’m by your side
Right away, my insides sing
And masquerade, joy to everything
Right away, I bite my tongue
And hum a prayer for everyone

Tell nobody, I buy your lies
Tell nobody, I’m by your side
Right away, the ringing bells
All clear away and all is well
Track Name: The Coast

I want you to find me all dosed up in envy
With extensive knowledge of harlot drama
I want you to find me in my prime 'n’ happy
Giddy as a tit, tan 'n’ fit

I still think of the coast, and know your taste and smell the most
I still think of the coast, and know your taste and smell the most


I want you to find me in our bed reading
Smoking on your pipe another use for my mouth
I want you to find me on a Japanese magazine
only my best sides, no fucks 'n' no pride


Lingering fandango, your name slipped in my sleep
Next to my other, waking me, shaking your tattoo
Lingering fandango, your name slipped when I peaked
While under my other, all on your tattoo


I want you to find me black eyed n’ bleeding
Finger painting hearts all over the ceiling
I want you to find me and gently remind me
Of our love, that lost feeling
I still think of the coast and know your taste and smell the most
I still think of the coast and know your taste and smell the most

Lingering fandango, your name slipped in my sleep
Next to my other, waking me, shaking your tattoo
Lingering fandango, your name slipped when I peaked
While under my other, all on your tattoo
Track Name: Fleetwood Models
I watched you whispering,
Sipping your favorite drink
I know it 'cause it's pink
You drank them quite regularly

Across the room
You notice your cup of tea
You met him through me

I know that he's keen
But there's something else there
Where you're standing
It's cruising away
Right when you notice
Track Name: I Eye Liquor
Got a role to play
Sweet serenade
A second chance
A mouth to feed

A time to make
On time today
My family name
A taste to blame

The man in the robes did all he could
I repeat holy words that do some good

Then I eye liquor
I eye liquor
I eye liquor
I eye liquor

A single thought
A mouth to rot
A bitchin itch
A walk around

The man in the scrubs did all one could
His words were wise, oh could would should

Dark deeds stay up my sleeve
Track Name: Sweet Sweet
She saved two dogs today
Weiner called Santa
Collie named Mellon

We live between the sheets
‘voiding the weather
And warming our feet

Sweet, sweet afternoon
Second hand smoke, the tattoos that wear you
Sweet, sweet baby blues
I was alone the moment I met you

We dream of ol’ Paris
He dreams of accents
I dream of cheese

We aim to be amused
Minus the weather
Minus our moods

Sweet, sweet afternoon
Second hand smoke, the tattoos that wear you
Sweet, sweet baby blues
I was alone the moment I met you
Track Name: The Lack
Batted eyes, true blue
Regardless of my current state of listless
Please finish your sentence with teeth

I'm another
I'm another one who treats you well
Just so you know incase it's hard to tell

I'm a lyin'
I'm a lyin' and a lyin' well
Just so you know incase it's hard to tell

Inside of me
Why not on top?
Inside of me, I don't wanna stop

Batted eyes, true blue
Regardless of my current state of listless
Please finish your sentence with teeth

The lack of all that's given
Joy, toys of all description
Please finish your sentence with teeth