Cut You Out​/​Sandbar

by The Drug Rugs

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released January 23, 2017

Laura Kempton: Vox
Marcus Tracey: Guitar, Backing Vox
Emma LeBlanc: Guitar
Brandon MacGregor: Bass
Connor Booth: Drums

Recorded by Adam Seto and Matt Halvorson
Mixed by John Janigan-Mills

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The Drug Rugs Nova Scotia

The Drug Rugs in one word are bubbly. In one sentence they are a jangly, indie-rock band from Halifax. Recalling and reinventing sounds from bands like the Smiths, Prince, The Strokes, St. Vincent, and Iggy Pop, the Drug Rugs own a sound that is modern and unmistakably their own. ... more

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Track Name: Cut You Out (Demo)
Hurry up and wait - I got all the time in the world
You can make me sweat - I got all the time in the world
You know that I – I always stand for somethin'

Crawled inside my mind - I can handle it – I can take a hit

Don't make me do it cause I'll do it – I'll cut you out
I can be heartless if I have to – I'll cut you out

We're all lost in space - I got all the time in the world
You can make me scared - I got all the time in the world
Don't you know that – you can only cheat so many ways

Deep in the back of my mind today I handle it – I can take a hit

I can tell you lying and I won't stay
We won't speak again it's the price you pay

Now I think you know
Track Name: Sandbar (Demo)
Crazy and unstable keep putting yourself through hell
I know you would hate to see me by myself
We sit in your drive way
Wonder if your car will start
Have we ever left your house
You take too long and your friends are gone

Lost at sea
Walking on a sandbar
Washed ashore is the boat you made me jump off

Lately you've been in a cloud no signs that you're still here
You speak of the mountain tops that your gunna climb
Buried in novels you see yourself in old Tom Joad
You know where to go
I see more a fantasy that guides your road
Dreams of the cold

Lost at sea
Walking on a sandbar
Washed ashore is the boat you made me jump off
And the life jackets we ripped off