Three Songs.

by The Wampas

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03:26
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04:39

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There are three songs on this thing.
I hope that you like each of them.

credits

released 26 February 2012

Vocals, Guitars- Ian Macklin Davidson
Bass- Jesse Lee Willard
Drums- Bryant R. Moore

All songs written by Ian Macklin Davidson, with the Wampas.

Drums recorded by Bryant Moore, Guitars, Basses, Vocals, recorded by Ian Macklin Davidson.

Mixed by Ian Macklin Davidson.

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The Wampas Seattle, Washington

The Wampas are a three piece band that play eclectic melody-driven rock with roots in surf, country, and punk. We play stuff you have probably heard, but also probably like. If you like the stuff that you have heard, you will like us. Simple use of the transitive property; if you like "A" then, we're "C", or something. ... more

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Track Name: Circles
can't just sit around and wait for this
you've got to figure out to sleep on what you have
folded right into another plain exist
explanations cease to fit what hasn't left

rippin out another flower
haven't changed since yesterday
give yourself another hour
it always helps to save the day

circle thinking is my favorite waste of time
the answer always comes, but sits between
flip into another set of laid out themes
make it hard to see the edges from the mean
Track Name: Lover & Thief
The lover and the theif
They never wanted anything

They left a fleeting heart
Never wanting any blood

The flooding leaves a hole
it never used to anymore

The lover and the theif
Stealing what's already dreamed

Our stomachs turn to stone
the wretched fall into their bones
Track Name: Spliced
The heads are smashed to the walls
It’s no surprise when they can’t evolve
The steps are taken in vain
To highlight all, they are strangers

I think alone, it doesn’t help
A distraction, such a simple sell
Like rolling sprockets on an infinite cog
Splices of imagined hell

The endless pages confirm
The black and white, in a layman’s term
What's left is swept to the fire
Backdraft will fix what has spiraled