White on White​/​Hurt My Baby

by Haunted America

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Recorded and Mastered in January 2014 at Mama Coco's Funky Kitchen

SPECIAL THANKS to Oliver Ignatius (mamacocosfunkykitchen.com) for all of his hard work and insight, George Davis Cathcart (georgedaviscathcart.blogspot.com) for the wonderful art, Richard Gin (www.richardgin.org) for letting Sam use his guitar, Alex Lowchy (alexlowchy.blogspot.com), Devin Therriault (www.devinmusic.com), and The Epoch collective for their support (theepochisnow.com)

And thank you Gentle Listener.

If you would like to contact us, go head and email hauntedamericaband@gmail.com

If you want to keep in touch and know about the next time we're playing, follow us on twitter @hauntedamerican, and like us on facebook at www.facebook.com/pages/Haunted-America/468928699882940 .

This single is dedicated to Baby Lennon.

PRAISE FOR HAUNTED AMERICA

"These boys are the up and comers, the band summertime is looking for and I have a feeling that summer is going to feel a bit more fun with them around" - Leah Dingus (www.dingusonmusic.com)

"Driving, spooky, funky and sweet in ways that evoke the quintessential promise of the American experience, 'White on White/Hurt My Baby' is an exciting addition to the great party of 2014" - Colin O'Neill (www.mamacocosfunkykitchen.com)

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released 04 February 2014
Samuel Mercy - Guitar, Lead Vocals on "White on White," backing vocals
Johnny Eros - Guitar, Lead Vocals on "Hurt My Baby," backing vocals
Max Coburn - Bass, Organ, Backing Vocals
Jared Kaner - Drums, Backing Vocals

Oliver Ignatius - Producer, Engineer, Mastering Engineer
Artwork by George Davis Cathcart

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Haunted America Brooklyn, New York

Haunted America are a Rock and Roll band from Brooklyn.

For booking email hauntedamericaband@gmail.com

All artwork by George Davis Cathcart georgedaviscathcart.blogspot.com

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Track Name: White on White
There's hidden power in everything
like vectors falling from an angel's wing
God is dreaming up natural law
and we were not made just to crawl

This is the feeling of fading
we're coast to coasting, we're holy ghosting
This is the feeling of fading
we're coast to coasting, we're holy ghosting

White on white on white on white on white
White on white on white on white on white

Birdsong played at a low rpm
in the field of colorless gems
We saw that beach get swallowed in mist
and had this feeling like we'd all been kissed

This is the feeling of fading
we're coast to coasting, we're holy ghosting
This is the feeling of fading
we're coast to coasting, we're holy ghosting

White on white on white on white on white
White on white on white on white on white

In the future
There'll be no structure
We'll be unchained from our forms
Charming specters
in the ether
a new power floating in the cool warm

White on white on white on white on white
White on white on white on white on white
Track Name: Hurt My Baby
Hurt my baby once
Hurt my baby twice
Shoulda just made her laugh, I shouldn'ta made her cry (No no)
but it gets so hard to be that knight in white shining armor
be stronger, be calmer, not petty, not smaller

When I met your sister on a Sunday morning
she walked out of that church and then she whispered in my ear:
"Listen up Johnny
Boy you gotta take a long look in the mirror
steer clear, don't be here, we don't need you near here"

If I could step out these dirty shoes I'd be a stronger man
(Who ya foolin' boy?)
If I could step out these dirty boots I'd be a better man
(Whatcha provin' boy?)

I could keep on talkin' bout the muck and the mire
but my mouth could keep on flappin' and you'd still not give a goddamn
Thought about me baby?
Good god please be my lady
Point provin', I'm losin', I just need your soothin'

If I could step out these dirty shoes I'd be a stronger man
(Who ya foolin' boy?)
If I could step out these dirty boots I'd be a better man
(Whatcha provin' boy?)

Girl, what do you wanna do?
You be freak for me, and I'll be a freak for you.
If I could step out of these shoes
You know I'd step step out of these shoes
You know you make wanna *groan* make me wanna *moan*
out of these shoes
I keep on talkin', walkin, never I know how I will choose

Yeah, what did you do to me?
When I look in the mirror I don't know what I see yeah
I've been walking in the streets all night
Woman you got your problems I know
Please, please, come back to me