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by Blood Stained Cuffs

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Split 7" with Jehova's Fitness which makes me so happy and honored because Danny is just one of the most beautiful folks I've ever had the pleasure of knowing and befriending.

Upon funds, this 7" split will have lovingly hand pressed covers and nice inserts.

If you do not have the monetary funds for this release, please be in touch and we'll take care of you.

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released March 8, 2012

All Songs by Blood Stained Cuffs
Recorded and Mixed By Jordan Andreen
Mastered By Adam Wollach

All The Motels In San Diego...
feat.
Benito- Baritone Uke, Vox
Jon Anger- Piano
Michael Uribe- Vibrophone
Ryan Teisan- Viola
Cole Ashmore- Bass
Jordan Andreen- Wurlitzer Organ
and featuring
Thee Big Big Hand Claps and Knee Slaps Arkestra
Jeff "Satan Dance Party" Reynolds
Jon "Satan Dance Party" Ortiz
Sasha "Nothingful" Sayeed
Sean Francis "Bombshell" Conway, A.K.A. The Art Donkey
Jacob "DGR" Peterman
Jordan Andreen
Robert "the amazing unshaved growth of hair on the upper lip which is no more" Martin

The Prison Poem is...
Rocko live on the phone from Donovan State Penitentiary

lalala has
Ryan, Cole and Jade from Birds Ate My Face
and
Shane from Grim Luck & a bunch of other awesome bands.

Robert's Theme, aka. Robert Oppenheimer Weeps
is my beautiful little sister, Iggy, singing her little (bigger than ever and most) heart out.

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Blood Stained Cuffs San Diego, California

Sunday mornings drunk on cheap red wine, alleyways and industrial districts, Rilke, boarded up houses, Bach, the lake most nights, being alone, listening to Tom Waits, being with others, finding solace in personal delusions, the Hungarian Melody, and meeting death with a smile. ... more

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Track Name: All the Motels in San Diego
It's about that time of year for me to quit my job and start drinkin' again and fuck my life up like I've done so many times before.
And I'd love to sit around and convey all my thoughts and emotions to you but lyricism isn't necessarily linguistic by nature... it's just what you told yrself you've heard.

We found ourselves caught between a dead body dragged out of the room next door and blood stains on the ceiling in the place we stayed the week before
and I know when I find myself back there how much I'monna miss you but I'm still leavin' here tonight and I'm not saying good bye.

So I'm sitting here now, my throat filled with absence and the nylon strings beside me tuned to our breath as one. They speak like a voice so old that no one'd recognize the dialect, but you know that feelin', you know what it meant to us.
This is yr song 24 breaths long and all beauty contained in everything I find in you, I find in you.

I don't love you anymore but I'm still in love with what I adored in you.
Track Name: lalala
While eating on this plate of breath presented before me I scraped my hand across yr skies yr eyes and watched 'em bleed
the orifice pulsating blood with pressure from yr soul raining on me I bathed in all the love you almost knew

lalala

An ancient foreign melody you've become in my mind
I love you but I can't forget the soul behind my eyes
as for my love and for my future and for my path of choice I'll open up and bless this earth with sweet sweet fucking noise

lalala