EP II

by Pet Vet

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The second EP
Three songs written over three separate occasions in 2013
Recorded over two sessions in August 2014 at Le Palace
Drums on this release were performed by Harry Parsons

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released October 23, 2014

Recorded by Brandon Parsley
Mixed by Micah Brown and Brandon Parsley
Mastered by Micah Brown
Artwork by Jonny May

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Pet Vet Newfoundland and Labrador

Alex Bridger
Josh Bourden
Matthew Cochrane
Brandon Coaker

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Track Name: I Don't Know What I'm Doing Anymore
Smoke before we hit the door
Drink before we hit the floor
Looks best when you wear your dress inside-out

If there's one thing that fits your age
It's melancholy fits of rage
I've had a long week, man, I'm ready to go

We promise we will give you a good time, but never tell god
We'll your best friends forever and ever, yeah

I don't know what I'm doing anymore
I don't know what I'm doing anymore
Come on September, I know you can do it

We clawed our way out of the gloom
So we set fire to the room
Burned a hole through the Avalon's oldest bridge

We promise we will give you a good time, but never tell god
We'll your best friends forever and ever, yeah
Track Name: Hollow
Clean cut, Canadian kid
You keep on swimming, when you gonna sink, man?
I've been watching, haven't seen you fall in years
Spoon fed with a shovel of gold
To hide that secret is a story we've all told
I wanna see it in the image of me, not you

All my friends are hollow
But we get by with the truth penned across our tongues
All my friends are hollow
We make it work with a year's worth inside our lungs

Lay it down, bury this in the sand
She needs to see it in the image of a man who lives his life like he's lived like this all along
Spoon fed with a shovel of rust
If you dig deep you'll find yourself in a cold thrust
She wants to see it in the image of you, not me

All my friends are hollow
But we get by with the truth penned across our tongues
All my friends are hollow
We make it work with a year's worth inside our lungs

All my friends are hollow
Track Name: W.A.T.P
Cheap champagne
I caught you with your lips around the neck of a bottle of it
I don't know what you want, but you got one chance left to talk about it

I took more than a pay phone call
You sick son of a bitch, you took it all
Never mind the mess I made while moving in
Last chance to make it work

I took more than a pay phone call
You sick son of a bitch, you took it all