Take a blade & cut Pretty Girls Make Graves in half and add some Blood Brothers and we are left with some Jaguar Love?! The band is a conglomerate of just that: Two Blood Bros (Johnny Whitney & Cody Votolato) and One member of Pretty Girls Make Graves (J. Clark); you end up with an off-kilter explosive high-end sound of hooks and squelching riffs!
So relieve that summer rocker tension & Take A Leak!!! Don't be ashamed, have a listen to Georgia & Jaguar Pirates from the upcoming Take Me To The Sea:
Since it takes a few listens to catch anything
Here are the lyrics for Georgia:
Here are the lyrics for Georgia:
Georgia take me to the sea where they drown the babies that nobody can feed,
And in that sick ocean Georgia we'll be born again Georgia, we'll swim so far in that ocean crammed with shopping carts,
Georgia's got a tumor in her throat, she grows wild strawberries on the roof of her overpriced apartment in soho and I close my eyes but the sleep the sleep doesn't come to me unless I'm shitfaced drunk. I dream of traffic.
Georgia, Georgia you know the wedding is tomorrow, she's a well off girl with rich parents who made a fortune off of real estate.
It smells like spring is yellow and headphones wail like widows on designer pillows of Egyptian linen.
We'll I've been here before, where the waterfalls decompose, and symphonies go blind in the desert,
So grab a microphone put the tape in press record, Georgia can you hear my heart explode.
Georgia take me to the sea, redesigned by the billion dollar company. Clean as a brainwashed baby, sugar sweet user friendly, version 1.2, supernatural blue.
Georgia's collecting broken glass and tires, she's building an airplane from the lonely hearts of liars. Split knuckles black bloody sheets and cigarettes from con-mens teeth, she'll fly around the world on all that regret.
Georgia I hope the treatment isn't too rough, I hope your eyes don't go into the fog of the world.
Not everything happens for a reason, I know that it sounds appealing when you loose something that's not replaceable.
We'll I've been here before, where the waterfalls decompose, and symphonies go blind in the desert,
So grab a microphone put the tape in press record, Georgia can you hear my heart explode?
-Jaguar Love
And in that sick ocean Georgia we'll be born again Georgia, we'll swim so far in that ocean crammed with shopping carts,
Georgia's got a tumor in her throat, she grows wild strawberries on the roof of her overpriced apartment in soho and I close my eyes but the sleep the sleep doesn't come to me unless I'm shitfaced drunk. I dream of traffic.
Georgia, Georgia you know the wedding is tomorrow, she's a well off girl with rich parents who made a fortune off of real estate.
It smells like spring is yellow and headphones wail like widows on designer pillows of Egyptian linen.
We'll I've been here before, where the waterfalls decompose, and symphonies go blind in the desert,
So grab a microphone put the tape in press record, Georgia can you hear my heart explode.
Georgia take me to the sea, redesigned by the billion dollar company. Clean as a brainwashed baby, sugar sweet user friendly, version 1.2, supernatural blue.
Georgia's collecting broken glass and tires, she's building an airplane from the lonely hearts of liars. Split knuckles black bloody sheets and cigarettes from con-mens teeth, she'll fly around the world on all that regret.
Georgia I hope the treatment isn't too rough, I hope your eyes don't go into the fog of the world.
Not everything happens for a reason, I know that it sounds appealing when you loose something that's not replaceable.
We'll I've been here before, where the waterfalls decompose, and symphonies go blind in the desert,
So grab a microphone put the tape in press record, Georgia can you hear my heart explode?
-Jaguar Love
The album is slated for an August 18th release date:
If you crave even more... Bats Over The Pacific Ocean can be found in Mixes from Mixtape Monday and Wildlife Analysis during this past week.=Stirring Up One, *Haute Mess*
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