Girls Get Drugs for Free

by Joe Turner & the Seven Levels

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Second full-length album, featuring the current band line-up. Girls do get drugs for free, but... for "girls", substitute: guys.... and for "drugs", substitute: attention, fame, travel, sex, chocolate, companionship, just about anything, and oh yes and of course druuuugs...

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released July 2, 2014

01 Girls Get Drugs for Free (5'23")
02 January (3'58")
03 New Prescription (3'20")
04 Walk With You (2'59")
05 Mahjong (4'29")
06 Every Night I Am Here (5'07")
07 Silver Tassels (3'41")
08 Long Arm (Southpaw Traps) (3'49")
09 This Moon is Doomed (2'46")
10 Coloured Lights (3'03")
11 Bitter Black (10'48")

Michael Braga: guitar(1,2,4,7,9,11)
Carolyn Corella: bass; b-vox; flute(11)
Jim Foster: guitar(3,5,8)
Adam Goodwin: drums(3,5,8)
Wright Maney: drums(1,2,4,7,9,11)
Dan Parmenter: piano; bass(11)
Joel Simches: keyboards, b-vox
Joe Turner: guitar; vox; bass(6,12); drums(6,10,12)

Recorded and produced by Joel Simches and Joe Turner.
Mastered by Joel Simches.

Cover art & graphic design: Mary Desmond at Red Hot Box Studios

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For Michael Braga

We are grateful for every friend and supporter, now and forever! Our huge gratitude to Timothy McVeins and Brad Bowser for the living room. Deep thanks and love to my dad.

©2014 Joe Turner
℗2014 O.N.A.N. Music (ASCAP)

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Joe Turner & the Seven Levels Boston, Massachusetts

Running a wire-length between gauzy meditation and full-on psych-rock with huge harmonies, rock-solid drums, sharp guitars, and watery pianos. Joe's unerring melodic sensibilities plunk stoned cyclical mantras on the same skewer as twitchy psych-pop for a delicious psychedelic rock shishkebab.

"One of the coolest independent albums by a local artist this year... an aural odyssey" - Boston Phoenix
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Track Name: Girls Get Drugs for Free
A quick start for a safe heart, this will guide you to success
Now it's pennies on your dollar for it's later you'll be blessed
You look for signs and clues, you get the winter blues
You think the script was set in stone, you always feel alone
The parents can't control them and the neighbors always see
The boys pay for their dreaming and the girls get drugs for free
A hot day, still it's "no way", distraction pulls her in
He's lost in altercation and trying not to win
Sleepwalk the hours away, wasting another day
You wonder if you'll make your mark, you never feel the spark
The parents can't control them and the neighbors always see
The boys pay for their dreaming and the girls get drugs for free
They get marijuana, they get ecstasy,
They get all the attention, they get to make a scene
They get the jet-set lifestyle, they get amphetamine yeah
It takes a lot of fuel to power that machine
Step out for a smoke, take a drink or another toke
Watch the sun rise over the heads of the normal folk
The parents can't control them and the neighbors always see
The boys pay for their dreaming and the girls get drugs for free
Track Name: January
January fell short, February feels long
Lookin' out my window turning everything into song
Nine o'clock took its time, ten o'clock went so fast
Every hour without you feels like my very last
Day turns to night before you know it
Suddenly takes longer than you thought
Saturday got so drunk, Sunday keeps getting high
I can see you in deep space when I'm staring at the sky
Day turns to night before you know it
Suddenly takes longer than you thought
High tide pushes me out, low tide brings me back
Every hour without you feels like a heart attack
So! January left me dry, February made me drown
Your waves push-pull me under water under ground
Day turns to night before you know it
Suddenly takes longer than you thought
Track Name: New Prescription
It was a good idea but you rejected it cuz someone else said it
It was a special year but you wrecked it and now you regret it
Broke and alone in a broken home, nothing works, not even the phone
The windows are shut, the lines have been cut, get me out of here!
Here's a new prescription for an old addiction
You wake up sweaty in bed cuz it seems you have troubling dreams
You're never better off dead, it's too extreme, try humbling schemes
Broke and alone in a broken home, nothing works, not even the phone
The windows are shut, the lines have been cut, get me out of here!
Here's a new prescription for an old addiction
Once again you taught me how to talk, I forget how to think and walk
Easy for you to succeed on a broken rule
Ripping the thread of everyday life, history's desert, memory's wife
And once again I feel like I'm back in school
Here's a new prescription for an old addiction
Track Name: Walk With You
We do what's right or just what we can manage
We're so polite, don't want to do the damage
We hesitate to tell each other how we feel
We woke up late and missed the morning meal
I want to walk with you 'round the Haarlemmerstraat
Hand in hand, whatcha think about that?
Take the tram to de Dam and back to our flat
After walking with you 'round
Can't see the end but what is this beginning?
I won't pretend that my head isn't spinning
In time and space we're making curves and folds
We leave a trace for what the future holds
I wanna walk with you 'round Boylston Street
And talk about people we'll never meet
Take the T to JP where life is complete
After walking with you 'round Boylston Street
I wanna walk with you 'round Powderhouse Square
And pass by people like they weren't there
A laugh in your voice and the sun in your hair
After walking with you 'round Powderhouse Square
Walk with you now
Track Name: Mahjong
Sunday night at the lonesome hour
Street is slipper under foot
I don't know how to use this power
I shot myself to stop and stay put
Draw the line on wasting time
I got my eyes on the ball but still I can't catch
I'm playing Mahjong but the pieces don't match
Ticking clock echoes off the angles
Of a windowless tiny box
Consequence of a tumble tangle
I paid the price with the aftershocks
Draw the line on wasting time
I got my eyes on the ball but still I can't catch
I'm playing Mahjong but the pieces don't match
North matches north, flowers and seasons
Plum matches plum for logical reasons
How will it play out? Now will it play out?
How will it fade? Now will it fade out?
Draw the line, draw the line
I got my eyes on the ball but still I can't catch
I'm playing Mahjong but the pieces don't match
It's not a game or 3D-TV, we recreate the world in each other's minds
Look around if you believe me, a million beautiful things to find.
Track Name: Silver Tassels
You put silver tassels on your little blue bike
And it put all the cars to shame
You gave me a match and told me to strike
Your light and put out the blame
Like a long forgotten game
Like I don't even know my name
Like I don't even know my name
You gave me bread to eat and water to drink
And candy to crack my tooth
I know what you wanted me to think
While you tried to appear aloof
And your faith won't deny my proof
And it was so far from the truth
Yes it was so far from the truth
But I don't know anything, yes I don't know anything
Cuz I don't know anything, yes I don't know anything
Call me when you want to get high
Call me when you get home
Signify what you mean by your sigh
Throw me a little bone
Don't leave me on my own
Don't leave me on my own
Cuz I don't know anything, yes I don't know anything
And I don't know anything, yes I don't know anything
Track Name: Long Arm (Southpaw Traps)
Our fateful hero won't make an escape
Too caught up by the folds of the cape
Cleverly disguised and lost in the crowd
Our fateful hero was cryin' out loud
Stretch out your long arm
Out of the window and down to the ground
Stretch out your long arm
Your beat beat beat keeps it going around
Stretch out your long arm
Show off your ?ymb?ls, display your traps
You're pretty good, yeah, they're right about that
Concentration, you make it look good
You're playing life better, better than I ever could
Stretch out your long arm
Out of the window and down to the ground
Stretch out your long arm
Your beat beat beat keeps it going around
Mirror the image, left becomes right
Your southpaw traps are holding me tight
Flip the perspective, front becomes back
Your southpaw traps are on the attack
Track Name: This Moon is Doomed
Stars in the sky are coming down
And we're all tilted in this cold town
Warm breath comes across my face
I know it's from the fire in your fireplace, and
This moon is doomed to come back around to you
This moon is due to come back around to you
Breath in the air, it disappears
But that doesn't mean the breath is insincere
A mean fist clenched 'round a rubber knife
That's the sum total of my half-led life, and
This moon is due to come back around to you
This moon is due to always come back to you
Oh, our footsteps crunch the snow
We look up for the glow
Our air escaping slow
We never felt it go
As we go...
This moon is doomed to always come back to you
This moon is due to come back around to you
Cold smell in my face again
Looks like winter and it feels like friends, and
This moon is doomed to come back around to you
Track Name: Coloured Lights
Now everything's over, all the fun is wearing out
Left on the inside, changing shape without a doubt
And something I could never say:
I'm in the dark without you
Please don't burn out on me
Please don't burn out and say goodnight
You feed the current and I see
Bathed in the sweetness of your coloured lights
Feeling so spacious, all alone but that's just fine
Nothing to say now about what's the world's and what is mine
And here's something your couldn't tell:
Your eyes lit up with a glow
Please don't burn out on me
Please don't burn out and say goodnight
You feed the current and I see
Bathed in the sweetness of your coloured lights
And something else you didn't know:
I'm black and white without you
Please don't burn out on me
Please don't burn out and say goodnight
You feed the current and I see
Bathed in the sweetness of your coloured lights
Track Name: Bitter Black
Bitter black never dressed in blue
A chain on her arm like some shadow falling through
Bitter black was the enemy of pink
I wanted color but I wasn't there to think
No, I wasn't there to think
And if the warm rain hits her she would melt like wax
She would fall right to pieces there in the stacks
And if the fire catches up she'd melt like ice
All the colors run together, isn't it nice?
All the colors run together now.
Bitter black hides underneath the light
And slowly collapses into a pile of white
Bitter black was a monochrome machine
I wanted color but you kept it unseen
Yes, you kept it unseen
And if the warm rain hits her she would melt like wax
She would fall right to pieces there in the stacks
And if the fire catches up she'd melt like ice
All the colors run together, isn't it nice?
All the colors run together now.
A deep blue winter would bring me inches of snow
But it's not as cold as your heart is now
A red rose forest would need a thousand spring days
To produce a moment of my love for you
A red rose forest would need a million spring days
To produce a moment of my love for you
Bitter black never dressed in blue
A chain on her arm like some shadow falling through
Bitter black was the enemy of pink
I wanted color but I wasn't paid to think!