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Truancy

by The Truants

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iylishr how dare this album make me feel feelings. how DARE.
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amarsh The entire album is the kind of music that I would have been listening to non-stop when I was thirteen or sixteen or twenty-five and the fact that I can love it now--even though it's new and fresh--just as much as I would have then, is simply amazing. Good fucking job!!!
Favorite track: Rough Trade.
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1.
Make Me 05:32
Make me suck on your lips like an oxygen mask Make me suck on your lips like an oxygen mask Is it too much to hope for, is it too much to ask? Make me suck on your lips like an oxygen mask, oh Make me open up wide with your surgical touch Make me open up wide with your surgical touch Now I think I feel something, but then it's too much Make me open up wide with your surgical touch You want me to feel, you want me to deal You want me to heal so why don't you Make me? You want me to quake, you want me to shake You want me to break so why don't you make me?! Bring me right back to life, like a shot to the heart Bring me right back to life, like a shot to the heart Now you're getting a pulse but that's only a start Bring me right back to life like a shot to the heart You want me to feel, you want me to deal You want me to heal so why don't you Make me? You want me to quake, you want me to shake You want me to break so why don't you make me?! Baby it's been so long Since I've been all right Baby I'll be strong I can face the night... yeah Put your lips over mine, because I need mouth-to-mouth Put your lips over mine, because I need mouth-to-mouth Don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about Put your lips over mine, because I need mouth-to-mouth You want me to feel, you want me to deal You want me to heal so why don't you Make me? You want me to quake, you want me to shake You want me to break so why don't you make me?!
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Harley's girl Well she's just his type Her arms got tracks, got a monkey on her back Oh you know what he likes Harley's girl Well she just ain't right She's got real short hair and a tough-guy stare And they call her a dyke But sometimes she cries up in Harley's room Over shit that goes on at night Is she one of the boys Or one of their toys? Harley's girl Liked to scratch and bite Yeah that bitch could scream and make a scene You know she just ain't right Harley's girl She put up a fight There's bruises on her cheeks and bloodstains on the sheets Oh you know what he's like And sometimes she cries up in Harley's room Over shit that goes wrong at night Is she one of the boys Or one of their toys? Harley's girl She left one day She cut her hair She went away Harley's girl Now she's in his dreams He can still taste her tears, and he'll always hear The way she screamed Harley's girl Well now she's gone But he's hoping she'll come back some midnight black And bring a gun And all of us saw the bruises but we Never did a thing Was she one of the boys Or one of their toys?
3.
Rough Trade 03:26
He's a pervert and a queer And he'd like to know you better He is in his room daydreaming Of the things you did together You were rough trade Well-paid Demon for a night But the coldest stars it happens Can sometimes shine so bright He's a faggot and a sissy And he's always been too pretty For his own damn good And he's never done the things a man should But you can't forget His lipstick-stubble kiss When he whispered "make a wish On a cold, cold star" He's a lover and a hater But he's so much more the latter And it doesn't really matter Much to him how much it hurts And he hasn't got much pity For the weak ones of this city For the poseurs and pretenders Who have never learned surrender Oh but rough trade Well-paid Can't get you off his mind You were kissing like the starved You were touching like the blind Oh and rough trade Well played Service with a sneer What scares you most is that it's not The cash that brought you here And he is at an impasse And you're his one-time toy Because he's not into breeders And you're not into boys! He's a pervert and a queer And he'd like to know you better...
4.
Well I've meant nothing to a lot of people A lot of people haven't meant much to me A lot of men have cum and gone Done a lot of moving on Had a lot of bad inside of me Forget about what might have been before Hole in me just like an open sore I've answered to a lot of names Shaken off a lot of shame Use me baby coz I'm good... For nothing more Straddling that bike all new and shiny Say you wanna take me for a ride Tell me better hold on tight Then we speed off in the night Well I confess I've ridden bitch before Hole in me just like an open sore Wound runs right down to my very core I've answered to a lot of names Stood up to a lot of pain Use me baby coz I'm good... For nothing more Hole in me just like an open sore Wound runs right down to my very core I've answered to a lot of names Put up with a lot of games Use me baby coz I'm good... For nothing more!
5.
Fallen 05:34
Fallen down To the ground Holy light Burning bright Cleaves the day Names the night Bruised but proud Still unbowed Morningstar Shoulders scarred Touch my heart Through hell's bars Shining one Rebel son Give to us Bitter fruit Let us taste Bitter truth Jealous God Spare thy rod He burns below That we might Learn to know Wrong from right
6.
The wind that blows that pierces your heart through The voice that screams that no one heard but you The silence seeping smothering all things The nightly terror that the darkness brings This is the moment This is the moment Don't let it go... The eyes that watch no matter where you move The sick suspicions you could never prove The icy shiver every time it's near The twisted beauty of your constant fear This is the moment This is the moment Don't let it go... Every morning rising up Feel the same thing in your gut Think the same thoughts in your head Every day you wake up dead The circle that grows smaller with each day The future that is trickling away Your numbered heartbeats marking your decline The consciousness of ever-marching time This is the moment This is the moment This is your home...
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released March 15, 2020

Guitar: Khalil Sullivan
Drums: Estaybahn
Bass and Vocals: Johnny Truant
Bass on "Millennial" and "Wasted Youth": Colin Wild
Sax on "Fallen": Bill Sparks

All songs written by Johnny Truant and The Truants. Lyrics by Johnny Truant.

Recorded by Kelley Stoltz and mixed and mastered by Kevin Ink; except for "Millennial" and "Wasted Youth," recorded and mixed by Bob Simmons.

Art by Chris Weir www.cweird.com.

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The Truants San Francisco, California

The Truants are:
Guitar: Khalil Sullivan
Drums: Estaybahn
Bass & vocals: Johnny Truant

Rock n roll should be cathartic and subversive-- and that's the way we play it. We flirt with genres promiscuously and refuse to commit to a category. Our music comes with a healthy dose of queerness and a side of androgyny.

This is post-traumatic post-punk.
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