I Wanna Wreck Yer Car

by Wall-Eyed

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"I Wanna Wreck Yer Car" is the newest EP from the gutter-Americana band, Wall-Eyed.


released August 1, 2014

Wilson Getchell - guitar, vocals
Rob Keane - drums, vocals
Jeff Micchelli - banjo, trumpet, vocals
Anthony Armijo - bass



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Wall-Eyed Raleigh, North Carolina

Wall-Eyed is a folk-punk band headed by songwriter Wilson Getchell. Wall-Eyed has been through multiple line-ups and has called numerous cities home before putting down roots in Raleigh. Wall-Eyed’s music is characterized by a highly-energetic, lyrically-driven songwriting, which fuses together country, punk, progressive, and rockabilly, and is anchored by Getchell’s strong vocals. ... more

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Track Name: Exile
I've been in Exile in Washington, D.C.
I can't remember why I went there
I can't remember why I left my home

The whole town seems inverted
They got walls, they got walls,
They got walls

We got soft, baby,we got caught, yeah we got robbed
And I went woah-oh-oh-oh
We got soft, baby, we got caught yeah, we got lost
And I went woah-oh-oh-oh

And I'm a filthy alcoholic
Keep your daughter away from me
I get pumped once I get started
End up with blood all in my teeth

We should mess around,
you know, come kiss me in the mouth
You ought to stay
Don't be afraid

I won't mess you up,
you know, or kick you in the gut
You ought to wait
I need you here

We could roll around
You know, go play along the ground
I got you up
Don't be afraid.
Track Name: I Wanna Wreck Yer Car
I wanna wreck yer car
I've thought it over
Red lights are red
And these days are blue
Why don't you settle your sweet self down
You know I'm doing this all for you

And I won't work you over
Babe, I'll be the one to carry you
And you can cry on my shoulder
Babe, I'll be like Jesus Christ for you

But I've been living a wet dream kind of life
So dear wake me when I'm right
I've been living it up all kinds of nights
Yeah so just wake me when I'm right

Babe - about the dog
I kinda ran him over
Baby, just be cool
Remember we didn't only have one dog
We had two
Baby just be cool
I'll get you a rose.
Track Name: Like A Playwright
I could look around, you know, try to find somewhere where I could go and live. But the same ol' type of people will probably find me or maybe I will go find them. So what's it worth? Why not just drink too much and jump into a puddle full of dirt? Look around the ocean, try to see what's going on inside it.

I won't work hard, no my man, unless you pay me.
And it's hard, but I can be my own best friend, like a playwright.
And the same goes for you and the girl at the end of the bar.
It's no fun to be standing out here on the ledge.

And you said:
No more silly suicidal antics for the crowd. I bet there's a bunch of people drinking, somewhere here in town. And you can say all those things you've been wanting to say to its face.

The years keep changing but the gun's still in my heart, and there's a serpent on the sideline telling me that I'm star Oh well.
And I read the message in the bathroom of the bar. It said, "well if you like to party and you're bored give me a call."
So then impulse whips across me like a coked-up disco ball, and that message in the bathroom becomes an encounter in the stall.
Oh well.
Track Name: Stuck Between Two Stations
Stuck between two stations, like when a doctor falls in love with one of his patients. I get east coast drunk, in the back of a Moscow city bus.
And there's pages and pages of useless information.
The tragedy of loving me is that no one ever sticks around.

Don't call me boring or Satan, I'm approachable and nice.
What do you say? Let's get wasted tonight.
Oh my lord.

Stuck between two stations, like when you're waiting in line to go meet your maker. And the whole damn rig collapses, so you got to start again.
And there's pages and pages of useless information.
The tragedy of loving me is that no one ever sticks around.

The homeless ain't concerned about the weather.
They just bundle up, and live forever.