Black Adidas

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released January 26, 2018

Produced by Courtney Ranshaw
Recorded by David Newton at Rollercoaster Recording, Burbank CA
Mixed by Dan Long at Exactamundo, Los Angeles CA
Mastered by Mark Chalecki at Little Red Book Mastering, Los Angeles CA

Additional Production and Recording by Be Hussey at Comp-ny, Glendale CA

Album Layout and Design by Flesh and Bone Design

All Songs Written by Courtney Ranshaw (c) 2017 Thalassocracy Music (ASCAP)

Black Adidas is:
Courtney Ranshaw: Guitar, Bass, Vocals, Synthesizer, Tambourine, Rhodes, Egg
Kyle Rodgers: Drums
Steven Solomon: Piano, Organ
Juliane Gralle: Tuba, Trombone
Javier Gonzalez: Trumpet
David Newton: Tambourine, Organ

Additional Backup and Gang Vocals: David Newton, Nick Allen, Melissa McCabe, Soni Benson, Dirk Rogers, Jourdan Henderson, Kevin Wertzberger, and last but certainly not least, the Queen of Hearts, Caroline Concha

Thank you to everyone involved in the making of this record, your support was invaluable and emmence. Thank you to the boys in tLE, my people at TDA, Sierra and Alex at Public Display PR, Dr. SC for the invaluable words "Labyrinthitis" and "Tympanitis", and most importantly to all my friends and family. You believe in me, and make life worth living. See you all again on Black Adidas II.

(C) 2017 Black Adidas
(P) 2017 Digital Analog Records

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Track Name: Free Shit
Don't want no chicks
Don't want no dicks
Don't need your kiss
I just want free shit

Don't need get high
Don't need get fucked
Don't want your glitz
I just want free shit

Wear it on
Television
Next time out
Selling millions

I'll weigh it
I'll say it
Its got strings I'll Fucking slay it

I'll praise it
I'll raise it
I'll sell that fucking bracelet

I don't want your admiration
I just want free amps to play on

Don't read no news
Don't know what coo
Don't mater any baby
I just want free...

Don't need no time
Or piece of mind
Don't need no fix
I just want free shit

Don't need it real
Or be legit
Don't need it bonafide
I just want free shit

Wear it on
Television
Next time out
Selling millions

I'll breathe
I'll try
If it sucks I'll fucking lie

I'll eat
I'll chew
I'll drink your fucking brew

I don't need your commendation
I just want this guitar without paying shit
Track Name: Old Fashioned Rock N Roll
Gimmie that good good good
Old fashioned
Rock and Roll

Gimme that sweet sweet sweet
Old timey
Rhythm and Soul

Blast it till your
Exophtalmos
Don't stop till your
Hemorrhagic

Gimmie that good good...
Yeah

Gimmie that mud mud mud
That muddy
Delta blues

Gimmie my pur pur
Perfect fitting
Blue suede shoes

Dance until your
Oedematic
Dont quit till your
Ulceratic

Gimmie that good good...

Oh doctor please
Cure my disease
It's in my hands
It's in my knees
Fill my prescription
For this affliction
And gimmie that old time rock and roll
I said gimmie that old time...

Gimmie that good good good
(Old Fashioned Rock and Roll)

Gimmie that sweet sweet sweet
(Old Fashioned Rock and Roll)

Mmm gimmie that smoo smoo smooth
(Old Fashioned Rock and Roll)

Oh gimme that god god god
god damn
(Old Fashioned) Rock and Roll)

Gimmie that good good good
Old fashioned
Rock and Roll

Gimme that sweet sweet sweet
Old timey
Rhythm and Soul

Don't stop with
Labyrinthitis
Crank it till it's
Tympanitis

Gimmie that good good...
Rock and Roll
Track Name: Hardened Soul
Don’t understand what my
Heart just said
Was it another conversation
That I shouldn't have
Now obsessing over every play
Do we tear up pages
We've been writing for ages
I don’t know

You broke my
You broke my
You broke my
Hardened soul

Another night spent
Dying for sleep if I
Dream it for you would you
Dream it for me

While we both sit
Lying awake will we
Ever kick the habit
Simply wash it away

The lights not staying out
Gets shorter every day
Your world is just as complicated
As mine

You broke my
You broke my
You broke my
Hardened soul

Another day spent
Wasting away
If it weren't for you
I'd be worried for me

While we both though
Nothing could change
A little nothing come to something
Couldn't wash it away

The lights not staying out
Gets shorter every day
Your world is just as complicated
As mine

You broke my
You broke my
You broke my
Hardened soul

Don't underestimate
A simple thought
What's a tired conversation
To a restless heart
Been obsessing nearly every day
Do we tear up the pages
We mistakenly made
Well lets go

You broke my
You broke my
You broke my
Hardened soul
Track Name: I See Hate
Hate
See hate
I see hate

I see hate
I see hate
In the middle of the street
In the faces of the weak
I see hate

I see hate
I see hate
Walking down the esplanade
In the coward and the brave
I see hate

I ordered
California
I got New York

Hate
See Hate
I see hate

I see hate
I see hate
Every place I thought was great
Even in my quiet place
I see hate

I see hate
I see hate
Try to give this one a break
But the mirror shows my face
And I see hate

I ordered
California
I got New York
I paid for
Minnesota
I got Detroit

I See hate
Track Name: Cocaine Eyes
Cocaine Eyes
Red and blistered, your disguise
Did it help you to make it feel right
Don't you worry yourself bout last night
Alright

Cocaine Eyes
Crystal balls see crystal skies
Staying out with another Actress
Coming down on another mattress
Match this

Cocaine eyes
What do those marbles have inside
Don't he say that he really loves you
Maybe time for another tattoo
Oh sweet youth

Cocaine eyes
Back and forth you've spent you life
Share some blood with another billboard
Spill your soul on another headboard
Distort

Cocaine eyes
A little makeup, a little wine
A lot of time till you get to real life
Don't look now it's another sunrise
Sunshine

Cocaine eyes
You’re determined to decide
But the bad ones will never let you
And the good ones you never let through
Oh true blue
Track Name: No Room
Million dollar mansions
Where the junkies shot their junk
1800 dollars
Where the hookers used to fuck
This town I knew and loved so much
Has crumbled into electronic dust

Well the Streets of this dear city
Are filled with nothing much
They've rid the bars of Punk rock scars
And made battles over brunch
There's nowhere left for us to play
The only way
We've ever known is loud
There's no room for you in this town

Tenement torn down
For a mixed use mall and loft
Vagrant indigent
Still pisses on its walls
Where's the kids with nothing left
Replaced by kids with nothing but the best

Well the Streets of this dear city
Are filled with nothing much
They've rid the bars of Punk rock scars
And made battles over brunch
There's nowhere left for us to play
The only way
We've ever known is loud
There's no room for you in this town

There's no room in this
Gentra-fucked up town
There's no room for you
So what'll you do now

Make your scene
What you want it to be
Track Name: Honour Amongst Thieves
Honor Amongst Thieves
Honor Amongst Thieves
Honor Amongst Thieves
Honor Amongst Thieves

Honor amongst thieves
It's more honor than the government
Honor amongst thieves
So wickedly pure
They'll stab you in the back
But at least they never promised
To be more than they
Are

Honor Amongst Thieves
Honor Amongst Thieves
Honor Amongst Thieves
Honor Amongst Thieves

Honor amongst thieves
It's a professional courtesy
Honor amongst thieves
Some wisdom it's sure
They'll kiss you on the cheek
While they're whispering depict
But that's just love and
War

Honor amongst thieves
Honor amongst thieves
Honor amongst thieves
Oi oi oi oi

Honor amongst thieves
It's more honor than the government
Honor amongst thieves
So wickedly pure
They'll stab you in the back
But at least they never promised
To be more than we
Are

Honor amongst thieves
It's more powerful than politics
Honor amongst thieves
Some wisdom it's sure
They'll kiss you to your face
While they empty out the place
But that's just love and
War

There's no honor among thieves anymore
Track Name: Play What We Know
Practice in an hour
Got an idea, won't matter
Never time to work a new one
When the previous are scattered
Tattered
Never ever right
Play it different every night
What's the first note in the section
How does that one go again?

So we
Play what we know
At every single show
Turn the amps up to 11
Maybe nobody will go, so what

Stare at the ceiling
Sunday nothing much appealing
Could I play, could I write
Nothing happening tonight
Got the time, not the motivation
Nothing but procrastination
Wait until I get the proper
Setup then it's on

Till then we
Play what we know
At every single show
If there's a new one on the record
Chances are it's pretty old

And so we smile
Once in a while

No not that one
Lets do something from the backlog
Getting sore, getting tired
Feeling less and less inspired
Mired in a lack of vision
No one gave this one a listen
Wasn't asking for an input there's
Nothing worse than your opinion

So we play what we know
At every fucking show
You thought we'd play this one correctly
Who are we the Rolling Stones

And so we smile
Once in a while

I try all the lessons
But the practicing is pressing
Into certain territory
That I'm feeling will be boring, snoring
DIY for life
Who needs musical advice
If the Replacements did it wasted
Then we'll have another pint

And play it live
And play it live
And play it live
Let's try it live

And so let's play what know
Till our heads fucking explode
You thought you came to see an artist
Here I thought you wouldn't notice
That we play what we
Oh yeah we play what we know

And so we smile
Once in a while
Track Name: Wrecked
Its not fading
It's not moving
It’s not up to anyone's advise
It’s not changing
It’s not right now
It's not worth a penny of price

We've gone and
Wrecked this one and
Now we got
To pay for what was done
If we took
All the pieces and
Put them back
You think we'd have the sum

Its not spinning
It's not turning
It’s not talking back to us tonight
It’s not tempting
It’s not useful
It's not what we thought was our result

We've gone and
Wrecked this one and
Now we got
To pay for what was done
If we took
All the pieces and
Put them back
You think we'd have the
Sum It up
Add it all
Divide it by the lying poll
Then multiply
Our ignorance
And tell us if it equals what was spent

I imagine it's like being blind

We've gone and
Wrecked this one and
Now we got
To pay for what was done
We've gone and
Wrecked this one
We've gone and
Fucked this up

It's all a
Mess we made
What left to take
They took it while we played
The part of arrogance
Now innocence
Is fading day by day
To night
Night to wake
Sunrise doesn’t look the same
We better find
Allegiances
Before they can
Exact their pound of flesh

I’m not buying it and
I’m not selling shit and
I can’t ever quit cause
Wrecked is just before it’s fixed
Track Name: Queen of Hearts
Bury a hand
Beneath the seat
Nobody sees
This ace in me
Catching your eye
Like catching the sun
Just a moment a flash
Before its gone

Oh I’d better play my cards

She’s the Queen of Hearts
I’m just the Jack of Spades
We’ve both been shuffled up
I hope I land in your hand again

Keeping her close
Right to the chest
Calling her out
To see what's left
Holding out hope
Right up my sleeve
That your face down right now
In front of me

Oh I'd better play my cards

She’s the Queen of Hearts
I’m just the Jack of Spades
We’ve both been shuffled up
I hope I land in your hand again

And wouldn't you know
I see that red dress poking through

Oh I'd better play my cards

She’s the Queen of Hearts
I’m just the Jack of Spades
We’ve both been shuffled up
I hope I land in your hand again

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