Griddle Greasin' Daddies

by The Greasemarks

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Recorded May 2011 at Montreal's Regal Radio Studios, with Bharath Rajakumar at the controls, engineered by Ben Caissie & Zak "Duke" Izbinsky.

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released 20 July 2011
Vocals, Acoustic Guitar - Heartbreak Mark

Upright Bass, Foot Snare - Little Mark

Amplified Guitar - Big Mark

Additional Percussion - Zak Izbinsky

Songs by the Greasemarks unless otherwise noted.

Artwork by Andrew Wright - www.bofagroup.com

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Rock-a-billy ain't supposed to be nice music, its a bastard begot of hillbilly simplicity and r & b vulgarity.

Raw. Nasty. Right. Thats Toronto's Greasemarks.

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Track Name: Bloodshot Eyes
Now just because you're pretty
And you think you're mighty wise
You told me that you love me
Then you roll those big brown eyes
When I saw you last week
You're eyes were turning black
Go find the guy that beat you up
Ask him to take you back

Don't roll those bloodshot eyes at me
I can tell you've been out on a spree
It's plain that you're lyin'
When you say that you've been cryin'
Don't roll those bloodshot eyes at me

Now I used to spend my money
To make you look real sweet
I wanted to be proud of you
When we walk down the street
Now don't ask me to dress you up
In satin and in silk
Your eyes look like a two cherries
In a glass of buttermilk

Don't roll those bloodshot eyes at me
I can tell that you been out on a spree
It's plain that you're lyin'
When you say that you've been cryin'
Don't roll those bloodshot eyes at me

Now I guess our little romance
Has finally simmered down
You should join the circus
You'd make a real good clown
Your eyes look like a roadmap
I'm scared to smell your breath
You'd better shut your peepers
Before you bleed to death

Don't roll those bloodshot eyes at me
I can tell you've been out on a spree
It's plain that you're lyin'
When you say that you've been cryin'
Don't roll those bloodshot eyes at me