Adult Entertainment

by Well Aimed Arrows

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All songs written by Well Aimed Arrows.
Koly J - drums, vocals
Brian - bass, vocals
Clayton - guitar, vocals
Michelle - vocals


released January 10, 2012

Cover photo by Koly J.
Recorded by Stephen G Micek at The Robot Factory.
Mastered by Doug Van Sloun at Focus Mastering.


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Track Name: Words To Get You Through Your Sentence
because the world’s on a tilt
we have no choice but to be crooked
as long as the earth keeps turning
you know we both will be convicted
because the world’s on a tilt
we have no choice but to be crooked
as long as the urge seems natural
we have to try hard to resist it
the cells inside our body are meant to keep us alive
while other cells are built to keep criminals locked up inside
it doesn’t seem to matter which one that we’re in
locked inside a jail cell or locked up in our skin
Track Name: Adult Entertainment
i seemed to lose my childhood
somewhere in my youth
the cause was only eighty pounds
the solution ninety proof
success is weighed in currency
age is counted up in years
is the measure of maturity
the total weight of all our fears
adult entertainment is easy to find
just play this song, review, and rewind
this may not be age appropriate
i’ll just let my dust be the judge
Track Name: Letters To Smith
august james is the famed protagonist
in the book i know i’ll never write
minor characters names came from
headstones at cemetery sites

inspired by exley and by fante
and by the floating opera by john barth
influenced by the russians and by fromm
and by the works of jean-paul sartre
the name of the book is letters to smith
but everyone calls it the letters
if any of the words had been written down
it’s possible it might have been better
ideas were written down on cocktail napkins
on dim-lit scotch soaked nights
incidents and accidents
that would end up as part of august’s plight
Track Name: International Debut
nothing cures jet lag like a hangover
and the heaviest baggage is just staying sober
in a place where friend’s spelled v.o.d.k.a
and a slight, slurred spaseba is all you can say
marriage proposals are pick-up lines
and love letters are contracts with an x to sign
where the difference between hard up and lovelorn
is the difference between on the brink and war torn
i don’t remember it but i guess i was a hit
with my pants down and my hand cut to my wrist
i didn’t see them, but I guess there were a few
that caught my international debut
tickets to church are just a ruble a head
or you can prove piety at the gift shop instead
in cathedrals where women kiss pictures of men
but a hand in your pocket is a symbol of sin
Track Name: Nakedness Tonight
we’re all naked on the inside
so it doesn’t mean that much
if i see you without clothes on
there’s still a place that i can’t touch
if the words inside your diary
were written on your skin
i would read it all
from the beginning to the end
if eyes are the windows to the soul
i think i’ll keep my shutters closed
that way we both can wonder
if there’s anyone at home
Track Name: F.A.T.A.L.
our picnic at the cemetery didn’t dig up much
but i swear behind those gates of death
i thought i found the birth of us
our picnic at the cemetery didn’t dig up much
but some things can’t even be buried
under six feet of dirt and dust

our picnic at the cemetery didn’t dig up much
but the research you did on your own
uncovered a history of lies and lust
our picnic at the cemetery didn’t dig up much
just an ancient cryptic symbol
that would come to stand for the end of trust
fairest among thousands altogether lovely
the acronym in the eastern star is hanging right above me
fairest among thousands altogether lovely
to you that spells f.a.t.a.l. that makes me your fatality
Track Name: Where Did You Get Those Wings?
i don’t want to know why you cut yourself
from fin to shin and back again
i don’t want to be there when the bleeding stops
when the bleeding stops and the scars begin

i don’t want to know just where you come from
and i don’t even want to know where you’re at
i just want to know where you got those wings
where’d you get those wings and why are they black
i know where you live, every door’s a back door
that might explain the chalk outline on your floor
you want to love me to death where i lay
i think i’d rather go the normal way
Track Name: Long Ride On The Short Bus
too many words and not enough to say
every thought i think is cliché
too many words and not enough to say
every thought I think is cliché
some people count sheep in bed
i count out my pills instead
nothings as black as the black, black heart
of the phony leper
i am tired of faking it
nothing’s as black as the black, black heart
of the phony leper
this time i made myself sick

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