Garage on Martha

by The Cascos

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The Cascos are
Coleman Berueffy on guitar/vocals
Gabe LaMarca on the bass/guitar/vocals
Kerrick Woyshner on the drums/vocals
And Jacob Smolinski on lead vocals/guitar

Recorded with LIPS Records on location in the bedroom of Jacob Smolinski and the Woyshner garage from February 4th, 2013 to July 28th, 2013.

Produced, Mixed, and Engineered by Jacob Smolinski

All songs written by Jacob Smolinski and the Cascos

Guest vocals on “Basement Stairs”: Kate and Abbey Smolinski
Guest vocals on “I Fell in Love with the Flute Player”: Harry Jones

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released July 29, 2013

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The Cascos Buffalo, New York

The southtowns garage rock band trying to make it in the big city (Buffalo).

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Track Name: Basement Stairs (Zooey)
Every time I turn around you’re following me, following me down 
And I don’t mind
Deny me and try to act tough what do you think this is 500 days of love 
Zooey Dechanel!

There she goes, down the basement stairs.
There she goes, nobody cares because she’s just another depressed girl who just wants another messed up girl, say…

Tune it out and fill up the glass you’re never gonna get Ingrid’s autograph. 
I don’t mind.
You and Maggie can work it out it’s the new normal without a doubt. 
Why you?

There she goes, down the basement stairs.
There she goes, nobody cares because she’s just another depressed girl who just wants another messed up girl, say…
Track Name: I Fell in Love With the Flute Player
I fell in love with the flute player; she sat in the second row.
And when she told me I did good, my heart it fell to the floor.

I tried to impress the flute player. Three bibles sat on my desk.
I smiled oh so sensitively but she knew my maturity was less.

She let me know, you know, you know it’s so good.

I tried to talk to the flute player but the wannabe runner was there.
She tried oh so very hard but the flute player didn’t want to share.

And she just wants somebody to love and she won’t stop with all the push and shove and she just wants to get what she wants and she'll beat it, she'll beat it, she'll beat it into submission YEAH!

I fell in love with the flute player; she sat in the second row.
And when she told me I did good, my heart it fell to the floor.
And she just wants somebody to love and she won’t stop with all the push and shove and she just wants to get what she wants and she'll beat it, she'll beat it, she'll beat it into submission YEAH!
Track Name: Calendars
Here I am stuck in the middle with you,
Postage stamp and your boyfriend too.
Breakfast at Tiffany's is in my head 
Diamonds, diamonds, diamonds, they're all dead.

Glasses break in time shattered chandeliers but I’m not feeling fine. 
Raise your glass to three years of desperation and the feeling surpassed. 
Tonight, I don't want to be in your sight.

Slick back my hair you're so kind. 
Flannel shirts, it’s all a lie. 
The poster's on the ground but you're still there, 
Diamonds diamonds diamonds truth or dare.

Glasses break in time shattered chandeliers but I’m not feeling fine. 
Raise your glass to three years of desperation and the feeling surpassed. 
Tonight, I don't want to be in your sight.

The cameras flash, but I’m still feeling down
Every time you come around. 
And when you look into his eyes, and you tell him that you love him and you'd never lie to anyone but...
Track Name: H in H
When you finally, finally decide to go I will be there
Waiting for you with a smile.
Stalking you, creeping out this boy’s possessed by the paramount
and you're gone, you're gone and...

Let’s go hand in hand.
Don’t try to understand.
I’m staring hoping that you don’t see
I’m creeping out and you’re living all over me.

Driving around, seeing your car, the red dragon won’t get too far out of sight
I know its real.
Side by side, hand in hand,
That’s the way I planned it you know? You know? You know and…

Let’s go hand in hand.
Don’t try to understand.
I’m staring hoping you don’t see
I’m creeping out and you’re living all over me.
Track Name: Andy Don't Be So Strung Out
Andy don’t be so strung out, I know your mother wouldn't be proud
oh Andy, I know I’m not your friend.
We all see you sitting outside, looking up at the night sky in the rain,
We all know something’s wrong. 

And when, I look into your bloodshot eyes I know
I know that you’re hurt, hurt inside oh Andy don’t be so strung out. 
Oh Andy don’t be so strung out.

Andy don’t be so strung out I know you want to be a little bit taller
hey, don't look at me that way.
Standing there a magazine in your hand--an imposing image in the doorway blocking out all the light.

And when, I look into your bloodshot eyes I know
I know that you’re hurt, hurt inside oh Andy don’t be so strung out. 
Oh Andy don’t be so strung out.

And you got your face pressed to the glass
and it all starts to fade away.
Life could be so much easier if you just breathe in,
just breathe in.

And when, I look into your bloodshot eyes I know
I know that you’re hurt, hurt inside oh Andy don’t be so strung out. 
Oh Andy don’t be so strung out.
Track Name: Symmetrical Release
I want to see everybody dancing. I want to see the bodies in the air.
I want to see everybody crying and I want them to know that I care.

Symmetrical release
Come back to me.
Time after time, over and over again
Symmetrical release.

The painted hands on walls they keep on moving,
guide me back towards my suburban home.
Just another pay phone call, our bodies hit the wall
and please tell me I'm not damaged.

Symmetrical release
Come back to me.
Time after time over and over again,
Symmetrical release.
Track Name: Columbo
Columbo ask me another question I want to find the truth.
Retro in sepia tones pull the trigger shoot.
Outside the blues man cries, the gown is on the floor.
He tried to give it a chance but I guess that it hurt him more, hurt him…

You see me standing out in the hall just waiting for something.
Out by the lake, live music plays
and you’re standing next to me and what am I supposed to do with Maggie’s rap it’s a one armed tease and I’ll be fine I’m living the dream but I don’t even know what’s going on anymore.

Glasses, tortoise shell, you look at me sternly.
Oh no the bus is here and I probably have to leave.
Oh Dylan, make up some words
Oh Dylan you know it’s the girl.

You see me standing out in the hall just waiting for something.
Out by the lake, live music plays
and you’re standing next to me and what am I supposed to do with Maggie’s rap it’s a one armed tease and I’ll be fine I’m living the dream but I don’t even know what’s going on anymore.
Track Name: My Spanish Teacher Tries Too Hard
Sluts will be sluts and she can’t get enough,
She’s looking to get back on top.
Starts with a burst blood vessel, aneurysm,
let’s bring in the replacements.
Oh Senora

We have moved on, yeah we’ve got somebody new.
You’re left behind and so you throw on something new.
Put on your high heels and then you’ll see, 
that to the boys you’re eye candy eye candy eye candy.

Shame on the little freshman with their innocent eyes
They are witnessing the worst.
Step it up from the floor below, she’s catching up and everyone knows
You’re no longer relevant.
Oh Senora

We have moved on, yeah we’ve got somebody new.
You’re left behind and so you throw on something new.
Put on your high heels and then you’ll see, 
that to the boys you’re eye candy eye candy eye candy.
Track Name: To the Fans
N-E-X-T, big X now I see that we don't know how to play and we are failures.
Whine about your emo band and maybe all the people can stare at their neon hair and jump around.

Write about us, we'll write about you too.
How does it feel to be so cool
to have your own biased opinion that doesn't mean anything at all?

It’s all subjective like what you like but guess who’s going somewhere in life and there’s nothing in it for a girl who’s got dyed red hair.
According to you we got no clue our songs are boring and you hate us too, remember, when you came out on stage?

Write about us, we'll write about you too.
How does it feel to be so cool
to have your own biased opinion that doesn't mean anything at all?

Tear apart some young kids’ band and mess around with all their plans and maybe they won't come back on stage.
So hide behind your pen and know that eventually you will have to own up to being a spineless, heartless prick.

Write about us, we'll write about you too.
How does it feel to be so cool
to have your own biased opinion that doesn't mean anything at all?
Track Name: Freedom 35
Positive about nothing
sitting in front of my TV screen,
absolutely nothing,
the sitcom life it is a dream.

Freedom 35

Canada, is this the end?
Because I can’t wait to get back on my feet.

Hyper illiterate 
you think that you got something to say, 
just a little illiterate, 
I have learned nothing today

Freedom 35

Canada, is this the end?
Because I can’t wait to get back on my feet.