Snappy Little Numbers EP

by Lawsuit Models

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released November 13, 2015

Lawsuit Models:

Guitar/Vocals - Ryan Heller
Guitar/Vocals - Ryan Turch
Bass/Backing Vocals - Terry Maloney
Drums - Tyler Merkel

All songs written by Lawsuit Models

Engineered and Mixed by Chris Fogal at Black in Bluhm (CO)
Mastered by Mike Kalajian at Rouge Planet Mastering (NY)

Released by Snappy Little Numbers



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Lawsuit Models Denver, Colorado

A drunken phone call, a couple of blind dates, a few broken strings, many cases of beer, a big move, and a roster change. That is our story.

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Track Name: Dudeman
It’s been four long years since I moved away
That girl that stole my heart has agreed to take my name
These days I’m content with all that’s changed
Even though we get paid hourly, living day-to-day

It’s been one full year since the last song I wrote
I tried departing from those same themes, all the same things
But the memories of sing-a-longs,
Our favorite songs in those parking lots, long ago, is all I know

All these years we’re still living out this dream
Another dive bar off Colfax singing about where we thought we’d be
And it’s these nights
Our songs feel just right

Last call,
We are the only ones at the bar
Everyone else has packed it in and moved on.

Last call,
Pour us another round
We have songs queued up on the jukebox
We’re singing ‘til our lungs give out
Track Name: Hot Garbage
It's a rainy bike ride home with a soggy cigarette,
just a reminder of all the things i haven't done yet.

And the well of the friends we had is all dried up and long gone,
but this pad and this pen are hanging out,
So I can write another song...

We are the supporting cast finally given the chance to lead
and it isn't always pretty but it gets us what we need,
a brief moment in the spotlight to say what there is to say,
it's the same old line for the hundredth time but we'll sing it anyway.

It's another useless fight but you gotta let it go,
save those worries for another time,
cause tonight we got a show.