Burn That Bridge

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The 2nd full length CD, featuring 10 tracks. Packaged in a 6 panel digipak !!

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released April 29, 2017

Produced by Gary Landess. Recorded at Apocalypse Cow. Mastered by Chris DeQuick Productions. Artwork by Demetrius Korbakis.

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Headspins Chicago, Illinois

Headspins play high energy 70's/80's punk rock laced with Ace Frehley style lead guitar. Hooks & harmonies reminiscent of The Muffs, Screeching Weasel & Teenage Bottlerocket w some Ramones & boy/girl vocals that bring to mind X

G Vodka - Guitar
Julia Zap - Bass
Gator G - Drums
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Track Name: KGB
USSR, Directorate Z
Double agents in, in the agency
Assassination, No, no, nyet
Interrogation, Spotlight and a cold, cold sweat
Soviet spies, communist in disguise

[chorus]
KGB, KGB, KGB, KGB
Know that they are after me
Secret spy agency

Joey Stalin was not a Ramone
CIA and your cover is blown
Hammer, Sickle, Remember what they said
Ur better, better dead than, better dead than red
Soviet spies, communist in alibis

[chorus]
KGB, KGB, KGB, KGB
Know that they are after me
Secret spy agency

Lookin’ out for the KGB
Lookin’ out for the KGB
Lookin’ out for the KGB
Lookin’ out for the KGB
Lookin’ out for the KGB
It’s the FBI

[chorus]
KGB, KGB, KGB, KGB
Know that they are after me
Secret spy agency

[chorus]
KGB, KGB, KGB, KGB
Know that they are after me
Secret spy agency
Track Name: Comb Your Hair
I see you everywhere
I watch you comb your hair
I see you in the hall
I watch you at the mall

Worst of all, I see you baby
Each night in my dreams
But I know you won’t dream about me

I see you’ve got a tan
I wanna be your man
I dig your eyes so brown
I see you all over town

Worst of all, I see you baby
Each night in my sleep
But I know you won’t sleep with me

Worst of all, I see you baby
Each night in my sleep
But I know you won’t sleep with me

I see you everywhere
I watch you comb your hair
I dig your eyes so brown
I see you all over town

I see you on the train
I watch you in the rain
I see you walk away
The way you do every day
Track Name: Love Yourself
You love yourself
I know you love yourself
Much too much
Much more than anybody else
You love yourself
I know you love yourself
You love yourself too much to kill yourself

You say it's over now
You wanna die and you don't care how
But I've see them all before
Your little threats are such a bore

You'll say I'm the one to blame
That all the pretty girls are the same
Give me a reason to watch you bleed
And I'll wipe that heart off your sleeve

You got a knife
And a bottle, that's what you said
I know you love yourself
You'll never be dead

You love yourself
I know you love yourself
Much too much
Much more than anybody else
You love yourself
I know you love yourself
You love yourself too much to kill yourself

I'm the one they warned you about
Now I don't care about your doubts or
Or how I criticized you
When it's well deserved, you'll deny

That the misery love company
1, 2, 3 baby it ain't me
So, go ahead now, I won't cry
But I can see you're alive

You got a knife
And a bottle, that's what you said
I know you love yourself
You'll never be dead

You love yourself
I know you love yourself
Much too much
Much more than anybody else
You love yourself
I know you love yourself
You love yourself too much to kill yourself

You love yourself, hey!
You love yourself, hey!
Much too much to kill...

You love yourself
I know you love yourself
You love yourself, your pretty self
You love yourself
I know you love yourself
You love yourself too much to kill yourself
Track Name: What Is Wrong With You
What is wrong with you, What is wrong with you
What is wrong with you, What were you thinking
What is wrong with you, What is wrong with you
What is wrong with you, What were you thinking

Nothing lasts forever, and now the pain has gone away
Now I know I’ll never, listen to what you’ve got to say
You think you’re so clever, I think that your mind has gone astray
Nothing whatsoever, I can just fade away when you say

What is wrong with you, What is wrong with you
What is wrong with you, What were you thinking
What is wrong with you, What is wrong with you
What is wrong with you, What were you thinking

You’re begging for devotion, a last chance opportunity
Set the wheels in motion, You find that you lack authority
Causing a commotion, Can’t stand that I got no conformity
Facing an explosion, You fear the way I live today you still say

What is wrong with you, What is wrong with you
What is wrong with you, What were you thinking
What is wrong with you, What is wrong with you
What is wrong with you, What were you thinking

I always, you never, you never I always
I always, you never, you never I always
You never, you never

What is wrong with you, What were you thinking (x8)

What is wrong with you, What is wrong with you
What is wrong with you
Track Name: Count Your Blessings
Moon looks different tonight
I can taste the smoky light
Something is not right

The smell of fire is in the wind
And it seems to be whispering
Count Your Blessings

Counting Your Blessings
Is sometimes depressing
But I have to count on mine
You want revenge on me
You better stand in line

You could find someone better, baby
Love you better than me
But I would walk thru
Fire for you
And that baby, and that baby

There was a bridge in Minneapolis town
That let everybody down
When it fell right to the ground

Talk me down from off the ledge
That can cross that burning bridge
Together for the kid

Counting Your Blessings
Is sometimes obsessing
But I do it all the time
You want revenge on me
You better stand in line

You could find someone better, baby
Love you better than me
But I would walk thru
Fire for you
And that baby, and that baby

Uno dose, tres, There was love all over the place
Quattro, cinqo, seis, Won't look me in the face

Counting Your Blessings
Is sometimes depressing
But I have to count on you
You want revenge on me
Don't know what I'm a gonna do

In a little bit, you'll be sick of her shit
You just wait and see
I cross the burning bridge for you
And that baby, and that baby

And the baby, and that baby,
And that baby, and that baby
Track Name: I Told You So
Nine times outta 10
This that keeps happening
Keeps happening again.
Not because it’s right
Not because it’s wrong
Only cuz I’ve been sayin’ this all along.

I, I Told, I Told You So
I, I Told, I Told You So
I, I Told, I Told You So
I, I Told, I Told You So

It’s like I’m a fortune teller
Put a quarter in
You won't like the answer
Likely to ignore
Likely to assume
When things are on the up and up
not really doom and gloom

I, I Told, I Told You So
I, I Told, I Told You So
I, I Told, I Told You So
I, I Told, I Told You So

I, I Told, I Told You So
I, I Told, I Told You So
I, I Told, I Told You So
I, I Told, I Told You So

I, I Told, I Told You So
I, I Told, I Told You So
I, I Told, I Told You So
I, I Told…
Track Name: Office
So you called me to your office, lady
And I think you wanna make a fool of me
Write it down on the paper maybe
And put it in the file for all to see
For the committee, the chair, and you and me
I’m sorry I just don’t believe

You don't care, No you don’t care for me
Oh you don’t care, No you don’t
You don’t care for me

Now you’re askin me if I won’t stay
An extra 15, quarter after the 3
I was goin’ home but I can’t say no
Yes sir, yes ma’am, if you say so
Now I can prove that I was workin’ so hard
You don’t even notice and that’s how I know

You don't care, No you don’t care for me
Oh you don’t care, No you don’t
You don’t care for me

You’ve got the mouth of a crook who’s swindlin me
You got the eyes of a wolf who’s lookin at me
Like he’s ready to bite but he’s still smilin at me
I’m sorry I don’t believe

That you care, No you don’t care for me
Oh you don’t care, No you don’t
You don’t care for me

Now I see that it isn’t just me
You got ur hand on the trigger and your ready to squeeze
At anyone who’s not aiming to please
I’m sorry I don’t believe

That you care, No you don’t care for me
Oh you don’t care, No you don’t
You don’t care for me
Oh you don't care, No you don’t
You don’t care for me
Oh you don't care, No you don’t
You don’t care for me
Oh you don't care, No you don’t
You don’t care for me
Track Name: Country Jamboree
One, Two, Three, Four
Throw that dumb ass out the door
Thought he drank a little bit
It turns out he was drunk as shit

Five, Six, Seven, Eight
Think he stayed here way too late
Had his first at-a half past ten
He’s never comin’ back to this place again

What cha doin to me
What cha doin to me
What cha doin to me
Country Jamboree

One, Two, Three, Four
Throw that dumb ass out the door
Thought he drank a little bit
It turns out he was drunk as shit

Five, Six, Seven, Eight
Think he stayed here way too late
Had his first at-a half past ten
He’s never comin’ back to this place again

What cha doin to me
What cha doin to me
What cha doin to me
Country Jamboree

Country Jamboree
Country Jamboree
Jamboree

One, Two, Three, Four
Got my ass thrown out the door
Thought I drank a little bit
It turns out I was drunk as shit

Five, Six, Seven, Eight
Think I stayed here way too late
Had my first at-a half past ten
I’m never walkin’ through this door again

What cha doin to me
What cha doin to me
What cha doin to me
Country Jamboree
Jamboree
Track Name: 3 Packs
Hangin’ out, all the hipsters
Goin' outside for a smoke
You can’t look bak, you can’t dismiss-a
Why u always so god damn broke

Try & try ‘til it’s do or die
Take a deep breath, goin by and by
Puttin’ down bets, rackin’ up debts
Livin’ your life with no regrets

Ohhhhh, ohhh-o 3 Packs A Day
Ohhhhh, ohhh-o 3 Packs A Day

Standin’ ‘round, u don’t give a shit
Another pack of red Pall Mall
Pretendin’ that you really get it
Can you really fool them all?

Try & try ‘til it’s do or die
Take a deep breath, goin by and by
Actin’ up so hard, like ur standing guard
Affecting an air of total disregard

Ohhhhh, ohhh-o 3 Packs A Day
Ohhhhh, ohhh-o 3 Packs A Day
Ohhhhh, ohhh-o 3 Packs A Day

Smokin’ 3 packs a day
Burnin’ ur life away
Playin’ Russian Roulette
U know ur gonna get the bullet
Finding it all so cliche
Smokin’ 3 packs a day…

Ohhhhh, ohhh-o 3 Packs A Day
Ohhhhh, ohhh-o 3 Packs A Day
Ohhhhh, ohhh-o 3 Packs A Day
Ohhhhh, ohhh-o 3 Packs A Day
Ohhhhh, ohhh-o 3 Packs A Day
Track Name: Finish It
Step right on up and buy me a beer
I got somethin' to say
Thousands of stories and thousands of lies
A different tale each day

Well they all get up, they leave us alone
I'm not ready to go
I really think that I need a drink
I told the bartender so

Bar on the corner, bar down the street
Vodka and whisky and rye
A shot and a beer are sittin' right here
I can't leave til they're dry

What ya gonna do, Finish It!
What ya gonna do, Finish It!
What ya gonna do, Finish It!
Before they all go home

Try to decide how to live my life
Don't know what to do
Sometimes I'd get so drunk
That I did not have a clue

Lookin’ down from above, look up from below
Judgement, it is in
The path to salvation lies
In a bottle of gin

Bar on the corner, bar down the street
Vodka and whisky and rye
A shot and a beer are sittin' right here
I can't leave til they're dry

What ya gonna do, Finish It!
What ya gonna do, Finish It!
What ya gonna do, Finish It!
Before they all go home

What ya gonna do, Finish It!
What ya gonna do, Finish It!
Give me a shot and I'll Finish It!
Before they close the door

Well, last call has come, last call has gone
The bouncers push us to the door
I made a mistake, I tried to get up
I'm sprawled across the floor

I can't leave now, I cannot go home
The wife, she kicked me out, Whatta bitch!
So give me a beer, cuz I'm stayin’ here
I'm a drunken old lout.

Bar on the corner, bar down the street
Vodka and whisky and rye
A shot and a beer are sittin' right here
I can't leave til they're dry

What ya gonna do, Finish It!
What ya gonna do, Finish It!
What ya gonna do, Finish It!
Before they all go home

What ya gonna do, Finish It!
What ya gonna do, Finish It!
Give me a shot, I'll Finish It!
Before they close the door

What ya gonna do, Finish It!
What ya gonna do, Finish It!
What ya gonna do, Finish It!
Cuz I just wanted one more