Summer Girls
by Super Snake
Steffen Hirschbuehl
Shaun Black
“Yeah, this rocks. Yeah, it's been done before. But it's still an appealing bit of sleazy, filthy dirtyass rock”
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“Four tracks of the sleaziest,dirtiest in your face rock'n'roll since Axle & co reared their dirty faces.Wonderful!”
Love Among Ruins
“Ohh hellsya! These nawty boys from NJ can sure bring it! Four super sexy, ass kicking songs with bass heavy grooves. This is one of the coolest albums I've heard on bandcamp. I'm really into it and I just hope there will be more!”
Scumbag
“Dirty, gritty, bass thumpin', highway racin' metal with attitude! Biker bar jukebox tunes to shake the booze-marinated floorboards and rattle the grime-stained windows!”
Aldin Sadic
“When I have a beard.”
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FRANK BOOTH
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BARON SAMEDI
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ANTON CHIGURH
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STRINGER BELL
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credits
released 07 August 2012
Vincent: drums
Jerry: vocals
Jesse: bass
John: guitar
All Music: Vinnie Fiore, Jesse Mariani, & John Pinho.
All Lyrics: Jerry Jones.
Produced, mixed, and engineered by John Ferrara at Portrait Recording Studios.
Mastered by Chris Badami at Portrait Recording Studios.
Vincent: drums
Jerry: vocals
Jesse: bass
John: guitar
All Music: Vinnie Fiore, Jesse Mariani, & John Pinho.
All Lyrics: Jerry Jones.
Produced, mixed, and engineered by John Ferrara at Portrait Recording Studios.
Mastered by Chris Badami at Portrait Recording Studios.
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Super Snake is comprised of five greasy, grimy northern-central New Jersey jackholes. Members Jerry Jones, the vocalist of the acclaimed psych-blues outfit Trophy Scars, with drummer Vinnie Fiore, bassist Jesse Mariani, and guitarist John Pinho all from the prematurely dismantled Chambers. ... more
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- Track Name: FRANK BOOTH
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FRANK BOOTH
I'll be your ice cream man
With that toothy grin
I could sleep alone tonight
I could bag your body
I could put it on ice
I could trace your steps
I could let you slip
Into an accident
I could really make you sick
I'm gonna tear up that dress, I’m gonna make you upset
I could really spin that trick
I'm gonna turn your heart into half a heart
Any Tuesday you could find me at home
Every dollar spent you’d spend it alone
After the dogs have slept, there’s more mouths unfed
I could be your 12 alarm
One single fire burning down your barn
I could be your slaughtered lamb
Crushing diamonds in my right hand
I could really do the twist
I'm gonna smash that dress, I’m gonna make you sick
I could turn that trick, flip your heart into half a heart
Any Tuesday you could find me at home
Every dollar spent you’d spend it alone
After the dogs have slept, there’s more mouths unfed
I’ll be your magic charm
I’ll tear your world apart
I'll be your priest in trust
(You’re gonna give into me, I’m gonna make you sing)
Eyes soaked in bloody lust
(You’re gonna give into me, I’m gonna make you sing)
I could really do the twist
I'm gonna smash that dress, I’m gonna make you sick
Any Tuesday you could find me at home
Every dollar spent you’d spend it alone
After the dogs have slept, there’s more mouths unfed - Track Name: BARON SAMEDI
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BARON SAMEDI
I want to go big I want to go home I want to get you off until you feel alone
I want to grow up I want to fall down I want to put a hex on the well in my hometown
Just to show them the truth Of what I did to you
And our bodies were shaking
As I pulled out your nails
Oh, but the look of their faces
When they received them through mail
Just to show them the truth Of what I did to you
And they talk to me Like I’m some disease And if I give it to you I hope it makes them move
I want to go big I want to go home I know you’re dying to know what I do alone
I want to leave clues So they can find you I want to be forgiven enough to haunt you
Just to show them the truth Of what I did to you
And they talk to me Like I’m some disease If I give it to you
I hope it makes them move
I give in and give out To grow up and fall down
I dig hole in the ground And I put myself in
And I drink my own blood Until I don't exist - Track Name: ANTON CHIGURH
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ANTON CHIGURH
And the night set in
A crescent moon in the shape of your bed
And across the hall
Faint fumes filled with alcohol
Was it all a dream?
Or was it kerosene
Handcuffed to a wall
Your mouth looked tight stuffed with all that gauze
Let's get your blood cold out of the house
Let's bleach your hair straight into your mouth
Let's push those thumbs clean up in a trap
Let's sew your veins right into a map
I could get you to beg
I could get you to steal
I could get you to pray
And then die for the cause
I dragged your body
Over splintered floors
I heard you squealing
How you just want more
You winked when I was through
Aching for some chrome to chew
You guessed it girl
You're gonna be my world
my doll, my holy war
Let's get your blood cold out of the house
Let's bleach your hair straight into your mouth
Let's push those thumbs clean up in a trap
Let's sew your veins right into a map
I could get you to beg
I could get you to steal
I could get you to pray
And then die for the cause
Dirty vultures screaming like your demons
Little Betty drowning in the deep end
At your local pool
In your suburbs
I could get you to beg
I could get you to steal
I could get you to pray
And then die for the cause - Track Name: STRINGER BELL
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STRINGER BELL
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Some fault fucked lab bound to combust
No one ever gave up
Not by the skin of their teeth
Not a soul that survived
There were no empty seats
And if you think that you did
Then you should let be said
You always gave it your best
You probably always were dead
And the sheets just burned up off our bed
As a cold wind blows out through the shed
Near the garden, by your tombstone
Until the wind cries broken helpless
"I'm never gonna see you again, I'm never gonna see you again,"
I used to think I'm paranoid
But then again, what the fuck
I never really could care
We always had good time
As you rolled up your sleeves
The grenades became live
We cut ribbons of blood
So thin we could snort
Lungs bound to combust
In a sordid divorce
And the sheets just burned up off our bed
As a cold wind blows out through the shed
Near the garden, by your tombstone
Until the wind cries broken helpless
You're never gonna see me again
You're never gonna see me again
