Extra Virgin
"12 Stories High"
Produced and Engineered by Mike Napolitano and Extra Virgin
Recorded at The Kingsway Studios, New Orleans in 1999
Rene Lopez : Lead Vocals, Keyboards, Guitar
Rogers Stevens : Guitars, Keyboards, Lap steel guitar, Wurlitzer
Andrew Bird: Violin
Michael Ray: Trompet
Pat Sansone: Bass, Piano, Keyboards
See this place in Technicolor hate
Bombs and smiles. Fur coats and barbed wire.
Holy war - devil's chore - muse is drunk with a gun
Tempt my faith - lose with grace - armored skin rubber chin
Souls parade, celebrating change
Housewives beg to see the world again.
Holy war - devil's chore - muse is drunk with a gun
Tempt my faith - lose with grace - armored skin rubber chin
Blessed with diamond eyes that cut through stone Statues at her feet that beg to go Hollow praises she says on the phone Hollow thank-you's she shoots through her gun Cursed with blood that's cold and skin that's warm Crawls into your life and weaves a home (and it always comes down to) Hollow praises she says on the phone Hollow thank-you's she shoots through her gun
Inside your hollow its dark and its cold Now I'm wrapped inside your cocoon and I can't see the light
Where did I put my fat laces? Did I leave them on my ironing board? I used to wear my ADIDAS threads And dance on top of a card board box. Tag my name on the stick ball wall, Friday nights at the monster mall Biting moves from the Cisco Kid, Sugar Hill and a Kangol lid. But I never could break dance, I never could do a windmill. I used to try to do the electric boobaloo, My boom box blasting the Get Fresh Crew. My Fat Laces starched and tied loose, The station on my radio was WKTU. But I never ever could break dance, I never could do a windmill. Back in the days when my laces where fat I used to DJ at the Catholic school dance spinning my way through the 80's and back. Suburban rappers on the handball court, The hair spray chicks all show there support. Every body dressed like DMC Smoking Marlboro Reds and wearing green Lee jeans. Sitting on the back of a C.S.S. Trying to Rhyme but getting tongue tied They don't realize they're a year behind As they follow the steps that the city boys climb. But I never ever could break dance, No, I never could do a windmill So back in the days when my laces where fat I used to DJ at the Catholic school dance spinning my way through the 80's and back. And all the hair spray chicks started to sing La la la la la la...
- Fisrt Cold Pressing -
Extra Virgin first demo
You're so faraway not so far behind You keep me at bay closer to my mind Seven moons ago you were my sister We were poor and sick stealing from the rich
Now I'm Goin Deep Goin Deep with you Now I'm Goin Deep Goin Deep with you
And I don't care if I should drown
Streets filled with pain they blame it all on you Firecracker days starting to defuse you On the mountain top you were high on life You could touch the clouds the gods made you smile
Now I'm Goin Deep Goin Deep with you Now I'm Goin Deep Goin Deep with you and I don't care if I should drown
Now I'm Goin Deep Goin Deep with you Baby I'm Goin Deep Goin Deep with you and and don't care if I should drown I'd drown for you, I'd drown for you, i'd drown for you, I'd drown
The blood on her hands came from the night before
It's the blood of a man seduced by her silent word
Soaked in his bed yes he's drenched in her sweat
Missing his heart she put it in her Barbie lunchbox
Come sacrifice with me
Come sacrifice with me
Come sacrifice with me my love
'Cause
The Devil Made Me Do It
The Devil Made Me Do It
Oh my treacherous girl cane i help you conform
I'll fight lucifer give you shelter from his storm
She jumped in my arms shaking with fear of sight
I don't want to go but i sold him my soul
For toys and pretty dolls
For toys and pretty dolls
For toys and pretty dolls my love
The Devil Made Me Do It
The Devil Made Me Do It
The Devil Made Me Do It
The Devil Made Me Do It
And i just might do it again
Hell is at my door now stands before me
Oh Satin says it's time to take away my troubled girl
Oh know she can't go she wouldn't make a good demon
Cause the only evil bone in her body is the one that I put in
Come sacrifice with me
Come sacrifice with me
Come sacrifice with me my love
The Devil Made Me Do It
The Devil Made Me Do It
The Devil Made Me Do It
The Devil Made Me Do It
And I just might do it again Run away child the devils gonna get ya
The devils gonna get ya
My fortune teller gave me a song wrapped in a blanket,
It was so cold
I brought it back home,
Gave it my best room,
Lit all the candles,
Waited for the moon.
Everybody has demons,
Keep them in their back pocket
Someone sold them to strangers,
Now they're digging up your yard.
The drugstore cowboys sold me the potion
That kills the cancer that swims through my blood
My palm reads questions,
Not giving answers
Oh my will is broken
From chasing sinners.
Everybody has demons,
Keep them in their back pocket
Someone sold them to strangers,
Now they're digging up your yard.
I look in the mirror when my room is dark.
I call my palm reader and tell her I'm fucked up.
Everybody has demons,
Keep them in their back pocket
Someone sold them to strangers,
Now they're digging up your yard.
