American Lies​/​Dudes Night split 7"

by Dudes Night

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released October 24, 2013

Recorded and mixed by Casey Guldberg
Album Artwork by Mike "Snake" Morales & Todd Smailes
Released by:
Mouse House Records
On The Real Records
Rad Girlfriend Records
Radius Records
Serious Moonlighting Records



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Dudes Night Fontana, California

Guitars/Vocals- Richie
Bass/Vocals- Josh
Guitar- Saul
Drums- Jimmy


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Track Name: 01- 26th And Alston (There's Too Much of Your Mother in You)
You kept quiet throughout the entire ride home. (I don’t know who I’m supposed to be anymore). You kept your head hung low. We held hands as I walked you to your door. (I don’t know who I’m supposed to be anymore). Sometimes the comfort outweighs the pain.

I’ll figure out who I’m supposed to be and hope like hell there’s more to me, but the look on my face is telling me I am getting old. It’s too bad that growing old doesn’t mean we’re growing up.

The phone’s ringing off the hook. I’m getting more attention now that I am done. (I don’t know who I’m supposed to be anymore). All things must come to an end. I only wish I could have called it a good one. (I don’t know who I’m supposed to be anymore). Sometimes the pain outweighs everything.
Track Name: Selling The Car For Gas Money
"Selling The Car For Gas Money”

Darling, don’t it feel like we’re dying? Like we’re running out of room to breathe. Maybe we’re running out of money? And maybe in a different time, a different place, I could have been somebody else.

Everyday just feels the same drowned in cheap whiskey. The ashtray’s overflowing with every dream we let go of.

I sat there frozen like a statue in moments far too intense for me to handle. So go ahead, say that you need me here. Make believe there’s something left to save.

It doesn’t matter anymore. I just wish I could say, “I’m sorry. I never had the chance to say…”