[INSTRUMENTAL] Well this bit is actually an instrumental that we've been using to open up shows and obviously this album but since I'm sure someone is bound to read this and ask, I'll tell a few stories about this track. This song originates from a musical doodle I did for a project called Civic Playboy; a thing I did in between "SO HELP ME GOD" and "PINK HOUSE" when I thought The Pom Pom Girls would either go on hiatus or wouldn't be recording new stuff ever, that also doubled as my take on the sounds of the band SUICIDE (RIP Alan Vega.) There were lyrics I had written for the song that had two wildly different verses that also relate to the song title; one about a guy who travels up north to Maine to meet an ex girlfriend in a revenge-fueled killing spree that would've had lyrics that alluded to "red up in the great white north" or whatever, and another about racism being very much alive and well up in the northern parts of our country, but that their racism is a lot more "polite" or whatever, so it would've been a radical shift in direction for the verses, but of course the words have always had a hard time coming together for little Civic Playboy jams so I decided to start working it as an instrumental. It's a fun little song to jam to because when we played it the first few times, it was as a warmup song to let people know we were starting our set. The best memories actually come from the first two times we played it; first on October 12th in our friend, Marty's, basement where we riffed on that tune for what felt like forever, and the second time on October 26th when we started playing it immediately after Phantom Sleeze had finished their set at our album release party. People didn't realize we were all set and ready to play when that happened so to hear people scrambling up the stairs of Fahrenheit 451 when we started playing it was kinda funny. The shocking part was turning around and seeing how many people had come to see us that time. So here it is now, in all its glory. Presented with full context. If y'all have more questions about this song, or any song off this album in particular then feel free to shoot us a message or something. We don't bite, I promise (unless that's what you're into.) xoxo Charlotte Pipe

I don’t wanna just be an actress Sleeping on some executive mattress I don’t wanna just be a model When everyone is just mean and awful Hey girl please don’t let me down again I know this thing that we have is all pretend But of yourself you’re just so full You’re never thinking that I am impossible I don’t wanna just be an actress Wearing outfits you can’t resist I don’t wanna just be a model That lets daddy act all fucking hostile I don’t wanna just be an actress Pretending everything is fine I don’t wanna just be a mistress So maybe I’ll say goodbye

Her love is a riptide I'm caught in a landslide Should've known years ago Not to go with the flow Yeah they say that opposites attract so why the fuck can't she get off my back? Having fun in the sun, or crashing waves I'm going under Her love is a riptide I'm caught in a landslide All this time in the world Still hung up on this one girl Yeah they say that opposites attract so why the fuck can't she get off my back? having fun in the sun, or crashing waves I'm going under

The city of Poughkeepsie ain't been the same since you been gone And the ghosts of you still haunt me all night long And everytime I go into town it's all a haunted place It reminds me of a different time when I fell in love with your face This town is a haunted house where the thoughts of you still hang around Like how you used to hold my hand but all the kids in town won't understand This town is a haunted house where everything still haunts me now like how you used to hold my hand but all the shops in the mall don't understand The city of Red Hook ain't been the same since you been gone And I'm still trying to figure out why you went and did me wrong And every time I go and I pass by the diner, I guess it's fate Because I still think about how we would go out there for dates New York City ain't the same without you

Hey there, Astrofucker what's it like in outer space? It's been way too long since I last saw your face Hey there, Astrofucker on the other side of the world Why did I get so hung up on just one girl Well take me up upon a trip aboard your magic rocket ship or maybe I could to twenty-sixteen in my brand new goddamn time machine maybe we could make it work again maybe we could make it work again, well hey there, Astrofucker come back to earth again Hey there, Astrofucker it's cold in outer space I know we let what we had go and lay to waste Hey there, Astrofucker I hope you know it's true But things have been much better When I'm without you

BALLAD OF THE SNAKE CHARMER [instrumental] SHE'S ALL DEVO Her freedom of choice makes me wanna shout Are we not men? I'm gonna turn her out Everyone thinks she's a fucking whore Well I'm fed up with this prophylactic tour 'cuz she's got something for everybody she's got something for everybody she's got something for everybody she's got something for everybody I hear her calling everywhere I turn oh but I know that I will never learn and everyone thinks she's the girl I want truth is I think she's just a fucking cunt 'cuz Her freedom of choice makes me wanna shout Are we not men? I'm gonna turn her out and everyone thinks she's the girl I want truth is I think she's just a fucking cunt 'cuz THE SHADOWBOXER Yeah, well I'm a shadowboxer I could go for seven rounds or I could just keep on fighting until I'm dead in the ground oh well I'm the shadowboxer I'm always fighting my mind and I'mma get my belt back all in due time

She's a pretty little thing but she freaks me out all the time She's a sharp as a tack and she's sweeter than apple pie Oh pretty girl with the pretty eyes, won't she just give me a chance Beautiful girl, give me a smile and then just take off your pants Don't stop, come a little closer Don't stop, come a little closer Don't stop, come a little closer And every single night I wish you could be mine Don't need no Riley Reid to come and ride me I don't need no Annabelle Redd to give me fucking head Don't need no Ivy Lebelle to come and give me hell but What good is all I could do if I can't be with you, so...

If I won the lottery I could spend the money on drugs It'd be less of a waste of cash than trying to buy your love Well if I won the lottery I could get out of this town and then move to a different place where you ain't holding me down Well I could do a lot with millions in hand but I still don't know where the fuck I'd stand because of all the stupid shit that you did and said that made me wish that I was dead, so if I won a million dollars if I won a million dollars if I won a million dollars Maybe I could get you out of my damn head If I won the lottery I think I could be just fine And maybe I could come to terms with how you’ll never be mine well if I won the lottery I could feel a bit less blue about the life that I'd have to start when I'm still without you