Relovolution

by The Dead Exs

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Recorded live in the studio over the summer of 2012 in NYC and Brooklyn.

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released September 16, 2012

Produced, recorded, mixed and mastered at Flow NY by David Pattillo
Tracks 1, 3, 4 & 5 recorded by Jason Finkel at Rubber Tracks in Brooklyn and mixed at Flow NY by David Pattillo

Cover Photo: Kristin Viens
Design: David John de Horton/David Pattillo

David Pattillo - GUITAR, VOX
Wylie Wirth - DRUMS

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The Dead Exs New York, New York

The Dead Exs ain't just a back to basics blues revival. With David Pattillo's gritty wails and garage punk delta slide and Wylie Wirth's thunderous finesse of an old Ludwig kit there is immediately a sense that these guys do something fresh and new.

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Track Name: Relovolution
Relovolution

Relovolution gonna come to your town
Relovolution gonna jump up and down
Relovolution got the birds and the bees
Relovolution's got you and me

Aint no resistance cause its right for the times
Aint no mistaking when the bell tower chimes
Get on your boots come on and shake a leg
Aint got no bossman got no reason to beg

Cause hey hey ho relovolution at your door
Hey hey ho relovolution at your door
Hey hey ho let's get up and go
When we unite we get it right

Relovolution on your internet phone
From New York City to Sierra Leone
We send a message and the path is clear
We’re 99 percent we got no fear

Cause hey hey ho relovolution at your door
Hey hey ho relovolution at your door
Hey hey ho let's get up and go
When we unite we get it right

Relovolution aint no rockets red glare
Relovolution aint no bombs burst in air
Just keep your head and keep intentions high
Relovolution gonna light up the sky

Cause hey hey ho relovolution at your door
Hey hey ho relovolution at your door
Hey hey ho let's get up and go
When we unite we get it right
Track Name: Don't Mess With The Girl From Texas
Don’t Mess with the Girl from Texas

Don’t mess with the girl from Texas
She don’t play when the sun goes down
Don’t mess with the girl from Texas
She got your head spinning round and round

She got sunshine in her eyes
She got full moons every night
Whiskey drinking start a fight
Ain’t no preacher set her right

Don’t mess with the girl from Texas
She don’t play when the sun goes down
Don’t mess with the girl from Texas
She got your head spinning round and roun

She got green grass growing high
Cotton fields and lullabies
Country strong and city wise
Honky tonks and starry skies

Don’t mess with the girl from Texas
She don’t play when the sun goes down
Don’t mess with the girl from Texas
She got your head spinning round and roun

She got oil men back at home
Making dates down in San Antone
Send you packing for the railroad
She gonna ditch ya at the Alamo

Don’t mess with the girl from Texas
She don’t play when the sun goes down
Don’t mess with the girl from Texas
She got your head spinning round and round
Track Name: Get Over
Get Over

Well if you aint got money
And you aint got love
You better get yourself a reason
To get yourself over
Well if you aint got work
If you aint got school
You better get yourself a purpose to get yourself over
To get yourself over to get yourself over
To get yourself over to get yourself over

If you aint got a girl
And you aint got a car
You better play that drum
You better pick up that guitar
You gotta sing a little song
Just make it all up
Get another reason to get yourself over
To get yourself over to get yourself over
To get yourself over to get yourself over

Baby got tired Baby got lazy
Baby got misery
Baby got me feeling like a plain jane
Listen to us complain. complain, complain

Well if you gotta be a judge
You aint gonna make it
If you gotta be a hater
You might as well just stick it
You gotta get a good reason to get yourself over
To get yourself over to get yourself over
To get yourself over to get yourself over
Track Name: Paper Doll
Paper Doll

Dress me up baby I'm your paper doll
Make me look pretty I'm your paper doll
Rock & roll t-shirt in the summer
Motorcycle jacket in the fall

Color me in crayons you can tattoo me in ink
Sit me at your table pour me another drink
I ain't gonna fuss ya babe
You wont even see me blink

You can cut me from your pages
Give me long brown hair
Let your imagination run wild
I ain't gonna care
Do it up baby I'm your paper doll
From New York City to Wichita Falls

I can play the dirty lover every night of the week
I can touch your pretty lips kiss you on the cheek
I can be your morning lover
I can be your midnight freak

Dress me up baby I'm your paper doll
Make me look pretty I'm your paper doll
Rock & roll t-shirt in the summer
Motorcycle jacket in the fall
Track Name: White Collar Crime
White Collar Crime
White Collar Crime
Fixing up my medicine
White Collar Crime
Paying those bills
White Collar Crime
Get me to the doctor
Cause big big business keeping me ill

White Collar Crime
Eatin’ like a rich man
White Collar Crime
Battered and fried
White Collar Crime
We're dying like flies for the
Big big money and American pie

Heart attack 6 pack shake shack get back
Hanging all over the house
Burger boy no joy me and brotha Leroy
Eating everything in town

White Collar Crime
Profits are sky high
White Collar Crime
They’re turning the screws
White Collar Crime
And everybody knows
They’re rip rip ripping off ripping off you

Revelation generation corporation regulation
Free fall far and wide
Stimulation aggravation need another vacation
Babe we got no place to hide

White Collar Crime
Get what you're after
White Collar Crime
Get what you're owed
White Collar Crime
You make another buck
And the blue collar man is towing the load

Heart attack 6 pack shake shack get back
Hanging all over the house
Burger boy no joy me and brotha Leroy
Eating everything in town
Track Name: Girl Trouble
Up against the backdoor on a Saturday night
Pretty little liar she don't put up a fight
She came on to you strong like a miami heat
Leggy little girl with a body so sweet

You got girl girl trouble and then she walks

Tell it to the jury baby tell it to the judge
She don't return phone calls but she don't hold a grudge
She looked so sweet with those big brown eyes
She's gonna take u down man she's crafty and wise

You got girl girl trouble and then she walks

Pull yourself together baby yesterdays gone
The pretty little liar is moving on
Aint nobody cryin for the boy done wrong

Ladies got it made yeah they just string you along

We got girl girl trouble and then she walks
Track Name: Get Right Time
Get Right Time

I hear you say u feel like dying
Everyday I hear you crying
Working time you paid your dues
Ain't no escape no use in trying

Come on over get right time
Come on over get right time
Come on over get right time
Right time ain't wrong right time ain't wrong

In your prime the wine was flowing
Double time the band was blowing
It rocked you here and left you there
Now rotting vines and weeds are growing

Come on over get right time
Come on over get right time
Come on over get right time
Right time ain't wrong right time ain't wrong

Come over late come till your soil
No time to wait my seed don't spoil
Ain't no walls ain't no excuse
Open the gate my love is loyal


Come on over get right time
Come on over get right time
Come on over get right time
Right time ain't wrong right time ain't wrong
Track Name: Let The Natives Loose
Let The Natives Loose

Spending days stuck in the rubble
Wasted nights with a head full of trouble
Hung the rope and you knotted the noose
Love done let the natives loose

Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah…
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah…

Once got paid moving the money
Chasing tail dipping in the honey
Had golden eggs but we killed the goose
Love done let the natives loose

Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah…
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah…

And the natives say
We got no money
We got no trouble
And we fight the pain
Painting our faces
With our sisters and brothers
Banging on these drums
And we'll make that change

Devil tongue boy and a cut throat queen
Backstabbed love in a limousine
Betting on an ace but they drew the deuce
Love done let the natives loose

Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah…
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah…

And the natives say
We got no money
We got no trouble
And we fight the pain
Painting our faces
With our sisters and brothers
Banging on these drums
And we'll make that change

Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah…
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
Track Name: If You Got The Time I Got The Love
Got The Time


if you got the time i got the love
if you got the time i got the love
u got the touch i’ve been dreaming of

if you got the brains i got the balls
if you got the brains i got the balls
we gonna rage like niagara falls

jump back step left head right outside
and lets go and bring it on home
if you got the wham i got the jam

if you got the moves i got the groove
if you got the moves i got the groove
you and me got nothin nothin to prove

jump back step left head right outside
and lets go and bring it on home
if you got the wham i got the jam

if you got the time i got the love
if you got the time i got the love
i got the touch you been dreaming of
Track Name: Midnight Eyes
Midnight Eyes

You can run but you can't hide
It's on your face and deep inside
Let down the guard and the disguise
Let's get behind those midnight eyes

The parties come the lovers go
We say too much after hello
But I ain't like those other guys
Let's get behind those midnight eyes

Maybe we got lost in the city routine
Got a little money and a high class scene
Can't find love see the forest for the trees
Too much going on baby baby please

One day I'll let this rabbit loose
And show you I'm the man with the juice
There ain't no future in living these lies
Let's get behind those midnight eyes