Boneless Sessions

by The Bad Apples

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This is an acoustic session we did for Boneless Media, there are some videos out there on YouTube, but we thought we'd put them out for a free download and your listening pleasure.

We even put a little something as a bonus track for those of you who do download, I assure you you will not be disappointed

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released April 18, 2015

Mark Thaxter: Sound Engineer/ Mixing
Matt Neave: Guitar/ Vocals
Tom Gray: Drums

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The Bad Apples Norwich, UK

The Bad Apples started in May 2011 with a sickly blues sound and a twisted outlook on life, they have since matured into a loud, ear melting Garage Rock duo.

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Track Name: There Goes Your Plan
So what are you waiting for?
cant you wait till i've found the door?
a broken smile to hide the uncertainty in my eyes
she's left and gone away, she's seen too many rainy days
searching for her future through a door of stale air

Show me your eyes,
You don't have to hide
I'll take you in from the cold,
with all the flesh you sold
show me your eyes

Cut away your cysts
i'll show you everything you've missed
I'll drink from you until im completely pissed
she stencils in the sand the way to her master plan
but when the tide comes in it washes it all away

show me your eyes,
you don't have to hide,
i'll take you in from the cold
with all the flesh you sold
show me you eyes.
Track Name: Whiskey Hill
Well, I go to the crossroads
Sell my soul, live forever
And Robert Johnson aint' got nothing on me
Drinking whiskey with BB King.

'Cause we don't know what we're doing now
Don't know what we're doing now.

Here we are, drinking whiskey
Crashing cars out the bottle,
and we're just hanging at the bottom of this hill,
hanging out over window sills