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Shit Tatts

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    8" acetate of Shit Tatts debut EP. Lathe-cut by Peter King in NZ. Only 42 copies made.

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1.
No Place Like Home There’ll be no phone call, Coz I falter and I stall, too tired for a chat, too tired to scratch your back There’ll be no phone call and I’m just sitting round at home, Too tired to go to bed and trying to be alone, I don’t wanna be a zero or a hero hearted true I don’t wanna be ecstatic but I don’t these blues And I say… My phone is disconnected but the house calls never stop, people always coming round like seconds on the clock And it’s no holds barred, 15 trippers in my yard Beers in my fridge I’m not allowed to pinch don’t wanna pay rent but don’t know where I’ll be sent My mind is always bent I never meant a word I said, Yet I say My Phone is disconnected but the house calls never stop, I never thought I’d ever think I need to get to get a lock, On a mission for transmission to some people I can trust, Schemes and scams, dreams and plans are gathering dust And here I go again, feeling like I’ve been sent To do something alright but I get messed up every night I’d say it’s not my fault but, I’m too tired to revolt, so I sit here in this hole with all this loose shit going on, And I say, (There’s no place like home) x 4 My Phone is disconnected but the house calls never stop, I never thought I’d ever think I need to get to get a lock, I know that I’ll regret it when you walk out of my life, and I’ll be stuck sleeping on the end of this knife…. I’ll be stuck sleeping on the end of this knife…. X2 There’s No, Place, like,,, NO PLACE LIKE HOME
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Daddy eats the burger, Baby eats the fries, Mumma has the drink And they’re all gonna die... Man falls down Step over the clown, If he’s got a wallet, Then buy another round My life played out on TV screens, My dreams are someone else’s screams, Got the disease! If I sneeze in the breeze, You’re gone! Got a mate that I chopped up and ate He’s not really dead he’s just changing state Body bags at least I got some new mags Chop the pigs to sausage and burn the bloody rags What have I become like a Santa on the run Bring the people presents as I chop them into chum
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Moderate 02:46
If I spend more time straight, Then I will achieve my goal that is too moderate. No more 8am lock-ins or other distractions, Solitary drunks and fatal attractions, Got to move forward in all of my choices, I’ve got to find balance, I’ve got to moderate I got to moderate and that’s a fact, Too much wasted time flat on my back, Even more time wasted on my feet, I’ll tell ya straight mate, “Not tonight I’ve got to moderate” I’ve got to moderate x2 I’ve forgotten why… I’ll tell you tomorrow, when I’m not high When I’m straight mate, I’ve got to moderate “It’s now or never…” There’s a lot at stake… Well, not that much at stake… But there’ll be a lot less, or there’s gonna be… If I don’t moderate…   It’s scary, yeah, Bobby, Mary and Charlie The years have been passing and I’ve not been kind… Hounded by bullshit of my own creation, I’ve got to moderate so I don’t die Moderation, it’s a pretty ambiguous concept I mean, moderate in relation to what…
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Con Song 03:24
Do we ask the world are we like Spoiled children? Getting angry when the pantries got no biscuits running? You’re a scarecrow, blocking is your business. Principled beyond all thought, Beyond all reach You live in fear and leer… Do we ask the world, do we ask the world? Do we ask too much, do we ask too much? I don’t know but I really don’t think so, I don’t know but I really do, don’t think so… Look at the sky! And into your mind! There’s no walls, There’s no roof, No real truth, There’s no walls, There’s no roof, No real truth, There’s no walls, There’s no

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released January 5, 2019

Recorded and Mixed by Max Ducker at Cellar Sessions Studios

Mastered by Al Smith at Bargerk! Studios

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Shit Tatts Melbourne, Australia

Shit Tatts play widescreen garage punk. They pack a goon-bag full of good-stuff and a knack for knocking the sense out of things

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