Bath White

by 50FOOTWAVE

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Bath White is the latest EP by 50FootWave, featuring the following tracks: Bath White, God’s Not A Dick, Human, Ratted Out, St. Christopher, Sun Salute.

Fan Review:
I love the way Bath White meanders through the brain as you listen to it; the visceral guitars shimmer at the epicentre, erupting and melting towards collapse only to revive again, as porpoises and whales sometimes do when they flume & fluke in play. Love it!

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released May 27, 2016

50Foot Wave is Rob Ahlers, Bernard Georges and Kristin Hersh

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50FOOTWAVE Los Angeles, California

This LA-based power trio formed in 2003 by Kristin Hersh and Bernard Georges of
Throwing Muses (with Rob Ahlers on drums), was named after the lowest note audible to
human ears. The band was intended as an outlet for the noise/math rock pieces that
didn't fit the aesthetic of Throwing Muses or Kristin Hersh's solo work.

This year's Bath White is their sixth release.
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Track Name: Bath White
and on the way down
wait it out
and on the sand: rotten apples
and on the way down
wait it out
and what you had: only shadows
i wasn’t brutal
i wasn’t anything at all
consensus or confession
i don’t recognize depression
and all day you flaunt your addictions, buddy
as your crowd gathers around
no matter who you are
no matter what you wanted
drugstore glare lights your path
damp memories fill your head
bath white glare lights your path
damp memories still your hand
and all night you court your attraction to me
like a surfer high on the ground
no matter who you are
no matter what you wanted
and on the way down
wait it out
and on the sand was rotten apples
and on the way down
wait it out
and what you caught was only shadows
Track Name: God's Not A Dick
chalk it up to circumstance
you watch the tide roll back
it’s all over you
it’s all over
red and happy
decent deceit bit through the gloom
it’s all over you
it’s all over
it’s riveting
gone
and all you got
two black eyes behind sunglasses
me and the wet dogs waiting
raining formaldehyde blooms all over you
it’s all over
trees bend down to meet you
drip through flowers and down your neck
can’t take another step
not another step
i’m balancing on your pretty mess
two black eyes behind sunglasses
tape it all back up
you promise god’s not a dick?
new orleans is on fire with blue flames and LA flowers
you promise god’s not a dick?
Track Name: Human
“nah, just hungry i guess
i’ll sleep in the attic”
bone-broke slow or whipped cold
i live clean
breathtaking
you took my breath away
breath by breath
you taught me how to breathe
i guess i’ll crash in the attic
palms up
i love clean
big star in the dark
note to self: it’s your fault
back slowly out the doorway
you can’t win
i never wanted that twisted demon who wears me down and winds me up
blinds me to heaven
i wanted
i wanted that twisted human who stares me down and flies me up
flies me to heaven
the crime of it
the punishment
the crime of it
the punishment
passed out in
passed out in the hospital
where
where else could i
where else could i go?
and you were mine
you were my
you were my only human
and you
you were
you were my
you were my only human
twice i catch your eyes’ rainbows
oil slick tears
Track Name: Ratted Out
our clothes were dirty
but you made a body’s mouth water
everybody lies but it was true this time
sore and sweating
we were staring out a blue window
everybody lies but it was you this time
summer lightning
in the night you’d climb anything
except for your bad luck
i would pray for your cold touch
ratted out
we rotted out
from the inside out
everybody lies but it was useless this time
Track Name: St. Christopher
blow out the candle so he can’t see in the window
smoke fills the tiny room
sweat home high
we can fool around
fight off the smell of doom
you smell like cold and dry leaves
leaving is hardest on hookworm sidewalks
just snow static on the crap tv
fluorescent exposure
a gold grin told her christ’s not saving the weak
i wanna go faster
i wanna go farther from home
dang
yuppies ate my town where i fed and slept you
paced the foamy sand
crawled in the backseat
us still broke
unmoved by unlived futures
the streets run with soap
the sky angry
dang
flag’s at quarter mast even though i fed and slept you
paced the foamy sand
crawled in the backseat
our friends all broke
unmoved by unspent youth
you still damp with foam and hungry
christ on a cracker we live on these creamers
who knew church’d claim us too?
sweat home high
we can fool around
fight off the smell of doom
i wanna go faster
i wanna go farther from home
Track Name: Sun Salute
we play in attics
kicked out of living spaces
and the basement heat-seeking
up in the trees like that
plain water for the man who believes that he can fly
you wrote a pathetic play and acted it all out one day
so tell me how you’re heat-seeking
and if you can do the meadow
your own twisted sun salute
a thirsty man in the meadow
the air is burnt
the ground is blue
sun and coffee
van in the parking lot
magic in your back pocket
the gods of holiday inn smiling down
you never win and never want for nothing
and if you can do the meadow
your own shiftless sun salute
a thirsty man in the meadow
the air is burnt
the ground is blue