Whinentine's Day

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This is a compilation of demos and B sides that were recorded in basements, living rooms, studios, couch forts and home made vocal booths made out of sheets and duct tape from 2012-2015. Enjoy.

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released February 14, 2015

Leonard Burkett-Vocals/Guitar
Snanks-Key/Vocals/Aux
Lubs-Guitar
Jākit-Bass/Ukulele/Aux/Vox
Hot Boy Carl-Drums

Recorded at Jacob Wright's House, Drums recorded at Paper Tiger Studios

Engineered by Jacob Henry Wright

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Whiny Columbus, Ohio

lenny- vocals, guitar
kyle- drums
jacob- bass, vocals
lubs- guitar
max- keys, aux

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Track Name: A Cold Day In March
Every time I pass by the bar by your house I look for you outside. I remember the times we would stay there till it closed down and walk home and have a few more and go upstairs. We were no longer lovers, but we didn't care at all. I know you still think of me sometimes. I know I don't deserve it.

Every time I stay awake at night, I remember that summer when we lived in your bed. We'd struggle for a little more room, but we never slept alone. We did all the things that lovers do. We stayed out at night and partied.
If theres a song I cant forget, its not in my heart, just in my head.
Track Name: Junebug
Grey leaves spilled across the runway as our plane took off toward the island. Where we would walk on the back roads hand in hand, entombed in mountains and bathing in sand, but I was contemplating a sleep that would never end. We found everything in its place. The stones cold as graves. The rain in your face. I'd believe in anything we held together. The small grains that sifted between our fingers and became nothing. Frames in a movie. Your face on a screen. The softest mist covers me. The weekend came and went bottled up in bars and basements. 1000 pictures seem to say that in my arms you weigh nothing. The sun shone lime through the leaves and spilled into the streets where we all were waiting to creep into the dark again. And all along you marked on your skin a map of the way home; a web for your new friends.