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Depression Disco

by Every Flavor Weather Machine

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1.
Showed up at the wrong place at the right time So I just while away the hours picking petals off the flowers Hang around Wonder why you never came around I thought I got it all right, I swiped right Kept you up all night with the digital repartee Brought out the big guns like Age, sex, location, yo what's your vocation? I wanna get to know ya I really really really wanna know Wake up in a cold sweat Thinking of your hot pants Hotter than a microwave burrito AM/PM baby let's go Hotter than blistered shishitos When I take you out and we go To the Cheesecake Factory Yeah, date night girl it's all on me Cause we glowed up, we glam it out We splash the cash, oh shit that's it, come on A real dude Take you out for real food We glowed up, we glam it out We splash the cash, oh shit that's it, come on A real dude Take you out for real If I had your love I'd have a hundred bucks I'd be the man I'd be your superstar In a rental car Yeah that's the plan Depression disco on my mind I chase the feeling every night But it's never enough Never enough, never enough People at night hit me up online And it wears me out But it's never enough never enough Ahh Ah Your love It gets me on the dancefloor If I had your love I'd have a hundred bucks I'd be the man I'd be your superstar In a rental car Yeah that's the plan
2.
Aylene 04:02
Aylene Well that girl got born and she was raised a Catholic, see Always made to wear her grandma's rosary But it just hung too heavy from her neck And she wanted more than what it could get But she stayed in church cause her mama told her so But felt like the preacher was just doing it for show And the hymns she used to sing before Echoed and died and she left by the basement door Aylene Aylene yeah Aylene, how do you plead? You left me holding the bag I got the dogs on my ass Well she copped a ticket on the westbound bus Sat by the window, didn't say too much Thought she made it out cross the county line Thought she would be outa sight, outa mind, not so fast Aylene Aylene yeah Aylene, how do you plead? You left me holding the bag I got the dogs on my ass Sweet Aylene, when you drink you get mean I watch the rain fall down And mud covers up the X I drew in the dirt Guess I'm just addicted to the hurt I put a price on your head, I'll make you wish you were dead When I'm through with you, Aylene Guess I forgot when you drink you get mean Aylene Aylene yeah Aylene, how do you plead? Aylene Aylene yeah Aylene, how do you plead? Aylene Aylene yeah Aylene, you made me bleed I guess I forgot, when you drink you get mean
3.
Same Drugs 03:10
Same Drugs Wind me up like a robot Like a robot from the '80s And I'll do my thang Bang bang Don't act all surprised You been making eyes all night So I step outside at the same time Try to catch a cigarette While you're giving out free hugs Sweating out the same drugs I see you here every night Dancing by the strobe light While you're giving out free hugs Sweating out the same drugs I wanna dance with you tonight Meet me by the strobe light Pow! Dance like it's 1985 And we'll do a ton of cocaine Like back when it was okay (yay yay) The floor is hot Gotta shoot my shot The DJ says what I cannot And I wonder wonder wonder wonder How I'll be when you're Giving out free hugs Sweating out the same drugs I see you here every night Dancing by the strobe light You're giving out free hugs Sweating out the same drugs I wanna dance with you tonight Meet me by the strobe light Kill the lights You turn me on like a motor I wanna drink you down like a soda and gin Too far gone for another lover Gimme another Do the things that you want me to Take you back like a promise I'll do anything that you want me Anything that you want me to Cause we're giving out free hugs Sweating out the same drugs See you here every night Dancing by the strobe light Giving out free hugs Sweating out the same drugs See you here every single night Kiss me by the strobe By the strobe light
4.
The Quickness You're gone with the quickness Slow ride gonna miss this Wet hands tryna grip this Overloaded gonna drown Watching from a distance Sit tight I'ma fix this real quick Red hands and a witness Got me overloaded coming down And I lived a fantasy Built a world away from where ya came You never knew the price I paid to be All caught up in the chemistry Was living off the royalties And making it my specialty to lie You made it easy just to lie My religion got ya fishin' For some meaning to your life Until I'm so gone with the quickness Slow ride gonna miss this Wet hands tryna grip this Overloaded gonna drown Watching from a distance Sit tight I'ma fix this real quick Red hands and a witness Got me overloaded coming down And now I'm staying up all night Collecting shadows in my mind Can't tell what's happened half the time Automatic, all the bad habits They got it bad for me Yeah they're so bad for me But I'm ten times worse to you Pick it up pick it up Won't catch me rolling down the jetway Making my getaway Cool my heels, Paris Pompei With various accounts and various amounts Of fact and fiction about my super secret whereabouts All the whispers turn to shouts All the colors washing out Paint you up like a Picasso Make 'em guess what you're about And while I'm say it gone with the quickness Slow ride gonna miss this Wet hands tryna grip this Overloaded gonna drown Your mind's in my pocket Got your hair in a locket Talking so fast with the polish 'til you give me everything I want And now I'm staying up all night Collecting shadows in my mind Can't tell what's happened half the time Automatic, all the bad habits They got it bad for me Yeah they're so bad for me But I'm ten times worse to you You're gone with the quickness Slow ride gonna miss this mistress Hell yeah can I get a witness Got my overloaded gonna drown Your mind's in my pocket Got your hair in a locket Talking so fast with the polish 'til you give me everything I want
5.
Elevator Operator Baby baby baby, why do you check over your shoulder When we're on the street Why do you hide your phone when we're on the couch Is there someone that you're tryna meet? No, I ain't tryna beg Don't mean to pry into your social life no no You can do your own thing Just tryna suss it out, what you're all about And see if we on the same page Share a wavelength Cause I'm stumbling around this town at night Two drinks too deep, too drunk to sleep I ain't tryna gamble with my mind But I'll let it ride just one more time Tell me this one thing Do you wanna keep it real Or do you wanna play it cool And play the field Ain't no matter one way But you gotta let me know Not gonna die like a canary Deep down in your diamond mine Watch out I'll go fall in love with the elevator operator Baby, why don't you take me out on the city streets I wanna be the kinda guy that you mom gonna wanna meet I been doin better, bought mad sweaters At old navy, jesus save me Took the GED so you can tell your folks you love me But I'm still here, stumbling around this town at night Two drinks too deep, too drunk to sleep I ain't tryna gamble with my mind But I'll let it ride just one more time Tell me this one thing Do you wanna keep it real Or do you wanna play it cool And play the field Ain't no matter one way But you gotta let me know Not gonna die like a canary Deep down in your diamond mine Watch out I'll go fall in love with the elevator operator Down on the third floor, oh oh oh Don't want, don't want maybe I want, I want, I want you honey Watch out I'll go fall in love with the elevator operator Down on the third floor, oh oh oh I fell in love with the elevator operator Down on the third floor
6.
Spooky 03:09

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Performed by Every Flavor Weather Machine
All songs written by Every Flavor Weather Machine except "Spooky" written by Buddy Buie, J.R. Cobb, Mike Shapiro, Harry Middlebrooks
Recorded at The Creamery in Greenpoint, New York
Produced by Quinn McCarthy and Every Flavor Weather Machine
Engineered and mixed by Quinn McCarthy
Mastered by Al Hemberger
Cover design by Jordan Jacob; photo by Rob Holland

"Spooky" written by Buddy Buie, J.R. Cobb, Mike Shapiro, Harry Middlebrooks

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released March 23, 2023

Ben Anshutz - Keyboards, Vocals
Will Maroni - Bass
Sam Raim - Drums, Percussion
Greg Bunis - Bari Sax
Katie DeAmico - Trombone
Kelvyn Mitchell - Vocals (Tracks 1,2,3,5)
Lizzy Berdoff - Vocals (Tracks 1,2,3,5)
Desi Gavis-Hughson - Vocals (Tracks 1,2,3,5)
Quinn McCarthy - Guitar (Track 5)
Sam Dole - Trumpet (Tracks 1,2,3,5)

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Every Flavor Weather Machine New York, New York

Every Flavor Weather Machine is a nine-piece Brooklyn party band bringing a carnival of disco, funk, r&b and indie rock. Formed in Bushwick in 2013, the group has grown from a piano-led folk-funk experiment into a punchy disco powerhouse.

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