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Retro Bitch

by lola demo

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Dental Drill A criminally overlooked album brimming with classics, ten in fact. The sound is a little less rich than recent releases by lola, which works just as well. In an age of 'post' everything - post-garage perhaps? Favorite track: Love Without Medication.
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1.
Speed 03:44
Speed Blow a hole in my mind it’s working over time Working out if it’s too late it’s fate get a mate Come on in said the spider to the lfy Got something for you to make the days go by Want to get you high Got Zorba in my brain telling me I’m insane, deranged, too blame not the same as everyone else I think I need a holiday today Let go of the rope said the pope It’s time to let yourself fall Got a call from a foreign operator Anticipator, revelator My my my my my my my hearts beating I’m only dangerous when I bleed Living and loving on speed Chorus Living on loving on speed Feeding on bleeding on speed Walking on running on speed Coming on leaving on speed You know heaven’s gone to hell Nobody tells you there’s a party going on yeah All the pretty girls with their legs wide open Talking to the boys Kissing and smoking Hey hey hey Hey hey hey What’s it gonna be? Dressing for the grave or living on speed Looking for love or getting what you need Hey hey hey what’s it gonna be Everybody’s getting the urge to purge it’s a surge Before the clock stops ticking Blow speed up your nose Shoot it in your veins’ Nobody loses and everybody gains when you’re dead Dead dead dead Chorus Words and music by Erika Bach Tuesday 28th December 2004
2.
Get You Back 04:11
Get You Back Bad hair bad karma bad judgement Took a left turn when I should have turned right I had a weakness in the middle of my back Broke a nail and put a ladder in my tights I go up I go up when I should have gone down You make me nervous when you twitch like that Did I tell you Did I tell you Did I tell you Did I tell you Made a promise I’ll get you back Little bastards knocking at my door All for nothing All for nothing Little bastards knocking at my door All for nothing All for nothing I’m gonna get you Chorus I’m gonna get you back I’m gonna get you back yeah I’m gonna make you suffer I’m gonna get you back Big life big talker big nothing Got the fever in the bottle in time I had the shakes moving up inbetween my thighs Before I kicked the twisted thought to the side I go up I go up when I should have gone down You make me nervous when you twitch like that Better listen better listen better listen to me baby I’m gonna get you back Chorus Yeah I’m gonna get you Words and music by Erika Bach Sunday 19th December 2004
3.
owow! 04:49
Owow! Come on come on I’ve got my both feet burning Turned the pc off but my head’s still turning Want to get out of town with lots of money in pocket Want to hit the streets in my high heels and my stockings Come on come on Come on tell your boyfriend he’s a wanker Gets you loaded up good Full as a petrol tanker yeah When the winter comes he wants to get you real sedated Chorus Ooh ooh ooh A a a a a ow Ooh ooh ooh A a a a a a ow Ooh ooh ooh A a a a a ow Ooh ooh ooh A a a a a a ow Give me something to do you know I want to stop smoking I’m bored so bored real bored I’m choking Stick my finger in the socket to regulate my heartbeat All the sex in the world doesn’t do it for me baby Lose win lose win win When is my big life ready to begin Had enough of the washing up Telling the guy in the sideburns to shut up I feel like swearing Fuck it I’m gonna Gonna burn baby burn as long as I wanna I feel like swearing Fuck it I’m gonna Gonna burn baby burn as long as I wanna Ooh ooh ooh A a a a a ow Chorus Get out of town before it’s too late Running away from everything Wanna get high Wanna get high Wanna get high Get out of town before it’s too late Running away from everything Wanna get high Wanna get high Wanna get high Get out of town before it’s too late Running away from everything Wanna get high Wanna get high Wanna get high Get out of town before it’s too late Running away from everything Wanna get high Wanna get high Wanna get high Yeah owow! Give me something to do you know I want to stop smoking I’m bored so bored real bored I’m choking Stick my finger in the socket to regulate my heartbeat All the sex in the world doesn’t do it for me baby Get out of town before it’s too late Running away from everything Wanna get high Wanna get high Wanna get high Get out of town before it’s too late Running away from everything Wanna get high Wanna get high Wanna get high Ooh ooh ooh A a a a a ow Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh A a a a a a owow! Ooh ooh ooh A a a a a ow Ooh ooh ooh yeah Words and music by Erika Bach Thursday 6th January 2005
4.
Love Without Medication Look at me I’m in really deep So deep that I can’t see my feet They’re walking but I don’t know where Don’t talk as if you even care I’m sick of this I’m sick of that I’ve got my period and that’s that Just give me money money money money money Fuck your love I can’t leave it alone Don’t want to leave it alone I can’t leave it alone Don’t want to leave it alone Chorus It’s too good to be true Love without medication It’s too green to be blue Love without desperation It’s time it’s time I said it’s time I’m breaking out of the kitchen Anyway who gives a fuck if I disappear Nobody even knows I’m here You say be patient, be patient yeah well I’m waiting I don’t even have the cash to buy the blades to slash my wrists Chorus I’m coming in I’m coming in I’m coming in I’m coming in Out of the cold Out of the blue blue blue Without medication Without desperation Without medication Without medication I’m coming in I’m coming in I’m coming in I’m coming in Chorus Words and music by Erika Bach Saturday 25th December 2004
5.
Now 03:04
Now Get out of here make sure I don’t leave what I love It’s not you it’s not your shirt Just want to pick myself up Dust myself down Put on my high heels Wipe that look off your face’ I see you grinning You think it’s funny Did I tell you what I really think of you you you Goodbye goodbye Now now now now now now I just can’t take it Chorus Now now now now I just can’t take it Got a ladder in my stockings Get off of my stairs before I hit the ceiling Hit the wall Hit the high note to make you scream scream scream scream Wind down the window of my car Get some of that pollution in my face Smell the fumes Smell the smell Did I tell you that you stink man I’m not stupid I’ve got nothing to lose but the tv blues and pizza on your face You’ve been a human disgrace You’re a disgrace to the human race I’m not perfect And I’m not perfect, but I’m smelling pretty Look at you you left the toilet seat up again again You fool now the toothpaste’s sticking to the side I just can’t take it now now now now now Get out of here make sure I don’t leave what I love It’s not you it’s not your shirt Just want to pick myself up Dust myself down Put on my high heels I just can’t take it Lyrics and Music by Erika Bach Saturday 24th January 2004
6.
Shoot Off Your Mouth Shoot off your mouth why don’t you just shut it I’ve already heard everything you’ve said to me Shoot off your mouth why don’t you quit while you’re ahead Get down under the covers It’s all been said Shoot off your mouth why don’t you just shut it Shoot off your mouth why don’t you leave Take the house with you Take the car with you Take the dirt with you Take the girl with you Take the love with you Take the love with you Take the love with you It’s clear it’s real clear that a promise is a promise But a promise doesn’t count when it comes with a retraction Cold reaction, no satisfaction Consummate this action with another lie Little baby lullaby Everybody’s having babies and I’m losing mine Grinding my teeth Biting my tongue Give the dog a bone I just wanna Wanna be loved I just wanna be Wanna be loved I just wanna Wanna be loved I just wanna be Wanna be loved Tv’s on but I can’t concentrate on anything That doesn’t move as fast as my brain Racing, racing through the corridors of a strung out life, love, life, love, lost and then found again Haven’t got a thought left in my head That hasn’t bled out long ago God will I every get back one day Shoot off your mouth why don’t you leave Shoot off your mouth why don’t you leave Shoot off your mouth why don’t you leave Take the love with you Take the love with you Take the love with you Words and music by Erika Bach Monday 10th January 2005
7.
Infected 05:41
Infected You think I’m lucky Well, I’ve got news for you I’m leaving It’s said it’s done it’s over yeah In my imagination I can free myself from every imbecile In my imagination I am letting go and taking all of my sweet time The contemplation of my hesitation Has opened both my eyes And I see where I am yeah And I see my destination yeah So stop telling me I’m lucky Infected Chorus I could be luck if I had a lot of money and I loved you I could be in love if I had someone to love and I left you Yeah I could be living if I had another chance without you I could be happy I could be real happy In my configuration I’m afraid of seeing myself through your eyes With lasting desperation I hold on I hold on I hold on Infected it’s too late It’s gone too far There’s no getting back It’s over A whirling in my head is telling me I’m dead unless I leave So I’m leaving Apologies excuses lies shit and more shit I need love Stop telling me I’m lucky I need love infected Chorus Words and music by Erika Bach Sunday 23th January 2005
8.
Eyes On You 03:47
EYES ON YOU Get on the plane Get on my feet yeah Put on my hat Got what I need I’ve got my boots on I’ve got my ticket Get on the bus girl Oh you’re wicked Kick the habit Had my fill Yeah I had it I got my thrill Get a grip, fly a kite, go to the supermarket Chorus You know I’ve got my eyes on you And we drive all day to the edge All the little heads with their mouths wide open Saying all the right things Wishing and hoping My pockets full of cash yeah money makes the world go round You better believe it You better believe it You better believe it You better believe it You better believe it You better believe it You better believe it The sky is not the colour I want it to be It’s not as big or as blue as what you see It’s not as high as I thought it would be It’s on as high as me Not as high as me Not as high as me Not as high as me You better believe it Hey little baby I can’t be nice I can’t be cute You know I’m in a bad mood You know I’m in a bad mood Chorus Words and music by Erika Bach 12th December 2004
9.
Mean 04:32
Mean What’s that on your face Is that a smile Wow it really is now let’s try laughing hard can make you feel better If you keep it Together is always better Try letting go You know I want you to plead Get down on your knees No I’m not kidding Now just say please Chorus Mean Mean Mean Mean I want you down on your knees You’re a troubled boy In big trouble You fuck with me I’ll get you double It’s not so cool to be so stupid Baby I want you begging Before I lose it You know I want you to plead Get down on your knees No I’m not kidding Now just say please Chorus I stopped taking pills they made me sick Butnot as sick as all the shit you feed to me When you’re in trouble You’re in big trouble When you’re in trouble Now just say please Chorus Words and music by Erika Bach Monday 2nd February 2004
10.
Look 03:26
Look You got lucky I didn’t punch you out You think it’s funny so keep on laughing Your eyes are shut open Your head is shaking off your neck You got a great idea it’s burning up what’s left of your brain Drain it’s going down there It’s going down the drain I’m not staying I’m leaving Turn off the lights Turn off the stove before you leave the house baby Chorus Look what love gets you Look look look what love gets you It makes you crazy It makes you lazy Look baby look what love gets you I’ve got the recipe to make you burn baby burn burn Burning up is easy You got lucky I’m not taking back my ticket to the Big Day Out I never punched you out I never punched your lights out I didn’t tell your friends that you’re a dickhead I never said that you were shit in bed I didn’t complain even when I knew you were brain dead I never said I never said Chorus I got a big bump right above the space where my heart is Can you feel it pushing out pushing in pushing out Chorus Lyrics and music by Erika Bach Sunday 25th January 2004
11.
I Don’t Want Oh I don’t want you hanging ‘round Why don’t you just leave And I don’t want to be miss ‘please’ for you Oh I don’t want you touching me Get your hands out of my hair And I don’t want you kissing me Get your tongue out there I don’t want you touching me I don’t want you touching me I don’t want you touching me Got myself a new friend I don’t want you hanging round Got myself a new friend I don’t want you hanging round Got myself a new friend Chorus Love is what you see Down and on it’s knees In this family love is a disease The weather’s changing can you see it It’s raining cats and dogs You’re a man you’re a boy I’m a woman not your toy Let me out let me in I’ve got my thighs shaking Let me out let me in I’ve got my thighs shaking I’ve got my thighs shaking I’ve got my thighs shaking I’ve got my thighs shaking Let me out let me in I’ve got my thighs shaking Chorus Got my lipstick in my pocket and I’m not too scared to use it Wear my body-building bra for a body building man I don’t want you hanging round now I’ve flushed you down the toilet Found myself a new idea Found myself a new idea Got myself a new idea Got myself a new idea Got myself a new idea And I’m not too scared to try it Got myself a new idea Now I’ve flushed you down the toilet I’m in a hair free zone now Chorus And I’m not too scared to use it For a body building man I don’t want you hanging round now I’ve flushed you down the toilet Found myself a new idea Found myself a new idea And I’m hanging out to try it Get your goatie outa here I’m in a hair free zone now In a hair free zone now I’m in a hair free zone now I’m in a hair free zone now I don’t want you hanging round why don’t you just leave Lyrics and music by Erika Bach Wednesday 7th January 2004

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Retro Bitch album was written and recorded during November 2004 and February 2005 with Cubase sx on WIN95, no ram, constant power-outs, parties upstairs, drilling in the walls, eviction, no sleep, too much adrenalin, not enough cash, boredom, neglection, no protection and pms.

Living in paradise can be hell.

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released March 1, 2005

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Retro Bitch was written, recorded and engineered in Stavros Ithaca Greece at Strudel Girl Basement by Erika Bach.

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