Burning Streets Of Rome
by The Smittens
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Digital Album
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These Days
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Almost
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released 25 June 2012
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The Smittens are a hard-working, globe-trotting independent American twee pop band from Burlington, Vermont. The band is
friends first and open-hearted indiepop
revolutionaries after that. Max Andrucki, Colin Clary, Dana Kaplan, Holly Chagnon, and David Zacharis switch up instruments, song-writing, and singing to create catchy, harmony driven twee ballads, pop anthems, and queer love songs.
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May 25Montreal, QC
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May 26Winooski, VT
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May 27Somerville, MA
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May 30New York, NY
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May 30Richmond, VA
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May 31Washington, DC
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Jun 01Brooklyn, NY
discography
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Jul 2012 -
Jun 2012
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- Track Name: Burning Streets Of Rome
- WHAT A KINGDOM IN THOSE PANTS / FROM THE NORTH OF ENGLAND TO THE SOUTH OF FRANCE / WHAT A THRILL TO WATCH YOU DANCE / TO ALEJANDRO AND BAD ROMANCE/WELL, I'M WORKING OUT THE CRIME / AND IF NOT THIS WEEK, PERHAPS NEXT TIME / I'M TURNING ON THIS DIME / A PINCH OF SUGAR AND A DASH OF LIME/BUT ALL THE WAY BACK HOME / THROUGH THE BURNING STREETS OF ROME / ALL THE WAY BACK HOME / I'M BELTING OUT THIS POEM/BUBBLEGUM, BUBBLEGUM, PANIC ATTACK / THERE'S A CUTE BOY WHO LIKES ME BACK / DON'T SAY NOTHING 'BOUT IT NOW, WHAT'S THE CRAIC / IT'S A CUTE BOY WHO LIKES ME BACK/FIDDLE MY WAY BACK HOME / THROUGH THE BURNING STREETS OF ROME / I CAN FEEL IT IN YOUR BONES / THROUGH ALL THE SUBSTITUTES FOR TELE- PHONES / I'M SLEEPING IN MY CLOTHES / EMOTICONS ARE MY ONLY PROSE/YEAH, THE JACKET'S CORDUROY / A SINGLE SHRUG, MY WORLD DESTROYED / THIS PLASTIC BAG'S A TOY / SO LET ME SUFFOCATE YOU, BOY/WRITE ANOTHER POEM / FORGET YOU HARDLY KNOW HIM/BUBBLEGUM, BUBBLEGUM, PANIC ATTACK / IT'S A CUTE BOY WHO LIKES ME BACK / DON'T SAY NOTHING 'BOUT IT NOW, WHAT'S THE CRAIC / THERE'S A CUTE BOY WHO LIKES ME BACK/BUBBLEGUM, BUBBLEGUM, PANIC ATTACK / IT'S A NICE BOY WHO LIKES ME BACK / SAY A LITTLE PRAYER AND JUST CUT ME SOME SLACK / THERE'S A CUTE BOY WHO LIKES ME BACK/ALL THE WAY BACK HOME / I'M SINGING OUT THIS POEM / ALL THE WAY BACK HOME / THROUGH THE BURNING STREETS OF ROME.
- Track Name: These Days
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Let out an audible sigh
in the middle of my drive
there was a dead cat on the side of the highway
I’d been wanting less sound
craving something more profound
I saw your name appear before I felt the phone vibrate
and oh, oh, oh
that’s how it tends to go these days
and oh, oh, oh
oh, oh
In the middle of June
the mosquitoes came too soon
we were drinking beers on the porch by your driveway
all the things that lie beneath
deserve the time and space to breathe
you smelled me there before you knew just where I’d been hiding
and oh, oh, oh
that’s how it tends to go these days
and oh, oh, oh
oh, oh
that’s how it tends to go
I get so emotional, baby
everytime I think of you
I get so emotional, baby
ain’t it shocking what love can do
I get so emotional, baby
everytime I think of you
I get so emotional, baby
ain’t it shocking what love can do
shocking what love can do
and oh, oh, oh
that’s how it tends to go these days
and oh, oh, oh
oh, oh
that’s how it tends to go
and oh, oh, oh
that’s how it tends to go these days
and oh, oh, oh
oh, oh
let out an audible sigh
in the middle of my drive
there was a dead cat on the side of the highway - Track Name: Almost
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Almost as cute as you used to be
almost as nice as they think you are
almost arrived when we said we would
almost followed through on the things we knew we could
it’s getting dark
I’m almost old
your hand’s too hot
my heart’s not cold enough to start
to begin to figure out another line
yeah, this story’s getting much too messy now
I need an editor
you need a map
I need someone to trust me when I say
that I know when it’s time to stop
but I’m not ready yet
unless you wanna make a bet
no, I’m not ready yet
unless you wanna make a bet
unless you wanna
almost as cute as you used to be
almost as nice as they think you are
almost arrived when we said we would
almost followed through on the things we knew we could
it’s getting dark
I’m almost old
your hand’s too hot
my heart’s not cold enough to start
to begin to figure out another line
yeah, this story’s getting much too messy now
I need an editor
you need a map
I need someone to trust me when I say
that I know when it’s time to stop
but I’m not ready yet
unless you wanna make a bet
no, I’m not ready yet
unless you wanna make a bet
Good luck, my darlin’
good night, good night
good luck, my darlin’
good night, good night
