Ash E​.​P.

by Teens of Thailand

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Sydney four piece, Teens of Thailand, offer up grunge, stoner, classic & heavy rock, with elements of post punk & shoegaze in their debut five track E.P.

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released January 1, 2017

Adam Edwards - Drums
Lou Harbidge - Bass, Vocals
Wade Julian - Guitar, Vocals
Iain McKelvey - Guitar Vocals

Produced by Wade Julian & Wade Keighran
Recorded, Mixed, & Mastered by Wade Keighran

Recorded at Linear Studios, Sydney
Mastered at Rolodex Studios, Sydney

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Track Name: Millennial Heights
Questions are raised.
But nobody knows.
Fashion out the window,
Method in a black hole.
Ride in on a high horse.

Syringe full of vain.
And it’s got you all stoned.
The mirrors in pain,
Line up to shoot up again.
In your, reflection you pause.

Statements are made.
Paint others emerald.
Eye’s dart all around,
Wrapped up in yourself,
But it’s,
The only thing that’s cold.

That fix for your brain.
That you just rolled.
Take a hit, light the flame,
That fortune and fame.
Put it up on your wall.

Smoking mirrors and happy to boast.
Feeding the world an overdose.

Smoking your own steam,
And I can’t breathe.

Take another toke!
Track Name: Skies
Dead meat in last night’s pan.
Waste not what can be saved.

Looking for a silver lining.
On skies that are grey.

And it’s easy to find.
A maze in your head.
When you’re loosing your mind.
And you’re missing your meds.

Blues hung on butcher hooks.
Above the bed you’ve made.

5am and you’re finding.
You’re wide awake.

And it’s easy to find.
A maze in your head.
When there’s dangerous skies.
And all has been said.
Track Name: M1730
Its Black below.
And red above.
A Tokyo bomb.
Weighing a tonne.

In nineteen-ninety.

Setting sun.
A new day.

My head is numb.
From the same old songs,
The radio plays.

A man with no name.
Walked in to town one day.
A man with no place.
Washed himself of the weight.

Two track spinner.
Four on the floor.
The light gets dimmer.
When you open the door.

‘Cos you’re riding a winner.
And you’re free from thought.

One by one.
One at a time.
You’re changing down.
And flying high.

‘Cos you’re torn at the seems.
And too bright to shine.

A man with no name.
Walked in to town one day.
A man with no place.
Washed himself of the weight.
A man with a taste.
Put up a chase.
A man with no face.
Ran his own race.
Track Name: Minds Lie
An hour glass in a salt mine.
Trying to preserve the sands of time.

A strike against the breeze.
A prize fight,
The glory you freeze.

A sundial in lye never dies.
The sun never sets,
On those lies.

Calling still houses home.
But in empty houses you roam.

Watch on your head to stop the tides.
Blindfolding you,
Covering your eyes.

Pendulum swinging out of line.

Ignorance that’s been sold.
same ol’ toll.

Even though you know.
Can’t tell you so.

Cast in stone.
All she wrote.

Even though you know.
Can’t tell yourself so.

Ignorance that’s been sold.
Same ol’ toll.

Even though you know.
Can’t tell you so.

Cast in stone.
All she wrote.

Even though you know.
Can’t tell yourself so.
Track Name: Ash
Spirits sitting under the stairs.
Mexico’s Mantra,
A chest laid bare.
Sour then,
Soured over time.
Bad manors,
Chased with lime.

And the taste lingers long.

And it goes on n’ on n’ on.

Racing, but not with your feet.
Sugar doesn’t come close to you my sweet.
Little lamb look how you’ve grown.
Now you have the freedom to roam.

Running around late night streets.
Against the heard,
You ain’t no sheep.
Little lamb out on your own.
Won’t you run home.