Demo 2014

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House of Rabbits:

Jess Gabriell Cron - Vocals, Ukulele
Mike Caffell - Drums
Andy Kovari - Guitars, Backing Vocals
Ian Malcolm - Keyboards, Backing Vocals, Mandolin
Chris McCarthy - Bass Guitar

Eloy Palacios - Upright Bass on 'By the Neck'

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released August 27, 2014

Recorded live at The Womb 8/24/14. Additional vocals recorded 8/25/14.

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House of Rabbits Los Angeles, California

House of Rabbits is a Vaudcore/Art-Rock band from Los Angeles, CA. We are multplying.

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Track Name: By the Neck
She was a maiden made of iron
Grasping straws and snapping bones
She drew him to her signal fire
Offered up her softened moans
They played a game of silent stares
Propping up their broken home
Tearing at each other's throats
Because they cannot be alone

She has me
She hangs me

By the neck

He sullied sour her whitened sails
Only did what he was told
They sealed their love with coffin nails
Hammered home with circled gold
They threw a rope over the boughs
End for each to hang upon
Fed the roots with sacred vows
Not sure now which one has won

Always be
He and me

Oh my little ones you sway upon me in the autumn breeze
Your early joys and dreams now turned to sad regrets and memories
You never could imagine to see each other just walk away
So now with hempen line and tightened ties you'll make each other stay

Always

By the neck
Track Name: Traje de Luces
Shone my light
On a naive child
Reflected bright
From her eyes
So sublime
And pavonine
Ignite my
Peacock stride

Pink stockings
And sequin blings
Filigree
Embroidery
A sword so sharp
To pierce your heart
Matador of the demure

A mirror for the cosmos
My sparkle rivals stars
You cannot help but stare 'til
Your retinas are scarred

Stare into the sun
And you will go blind
Spears are in your back now
Roll over and die

By my light
Track Name: The Beating of Señor Hammerheart
They keep beating him down
He's bleeding on the ground
An aura of red is emanating from his mound

He is slumped in a heap
In the middle of the street
His flesh is being pierced by the stilettos on their feet

He'd spent most of his life
So kind and so polite
Trying to win a woman who'd be perfect for a wife

Oh, such romance!
"May I have this dance?"
She slaps him 'cross the face as he tries to take her hand

Oh, it is such a chore
To be so enamored
"All for mi amor"
Worthless perdedor

Dragged through the mud
The stupid fucking cunt
His undying devotion and love has been for naught

Sad as fuck
He is crying in the muck
Tears of disappointment, loss and shame; he's out of luck

Oh, the poor little dude
He gave all that he could
Making sure that his intentions were always pure and good

He is love's favorite fool
He's bathing in his drool
Now his blood flows in a stream and is collecting in a pool

Oh, it is such a chore
To be so enamored
"All for mi amor"
Worthless perdedor

Has he lost his mind?
Is he completely blind?
His heart's replaced his brain
Enraptured and insane

This is just infatuation
End this self-evisceration

Here's some good advice
Feel nothing inside
Hush the hammer strike
Snuff the forge's fire

This is just infatuation
End this self-evisceration
Track Name: Skimmington's Last Ride
Hoist the rail up high!
Skimmington's last ride!

Hit him on the head
Drag him out of bed
Ride him through the street
Stomp your fucking feet
His wife cries at home
She is all alone
Justice must be served
To this adulterer

We are the mob
We've got our job
We all look down
On stepping out

Punishment for him
Atonement for sin

Hit him on the head

Skimmington's last ride
Rail between his thighs