Never Not Never Not Never Not

Habit

Sucker Supreme

Barbara Ann

Lowlight

Hindsight

Ambrosia

Lauren

Shadow of a Doubt

Pablo Neruda

Arrow

Gay Bar

Habanero

My Own Fall

Airport

Clinic Poem

Brand New Beast

How Was It?

Trim

For Sale: Ford Pinto

Different Animals

Peach Pit

Six Foot Under

Give me a sip of that holy wine
Turn up the bottle and I'll drink it dry
Cause the Devil told me that God won't mind
If I hang my head and forget a while

Held a stranger in the dark and I breathed his name
Cause the Devil told me I'd feel better that way
Can't but feel I got a little shortchanged
I came for the love and all I got was shame

Jeremiah's got a fire in his bones
And I do too, I do too
Crying in the wilderness alone
"Father I know not what I do"

Preacherman don't talk like he should
Said I won't get to heaven 'less I act real good
So I try to remember when I get real low
Condemnation's just a lie that the Devil told

Jeremiah's got a fire in his bones
And I do too, I do too
Crying in the wilderness alone,
"Father I know not what I do"

Everybody talks about Jesus Christ
The one that rose from the grave and reigns on high
But I'd rather pray to the man like me
Crying on his knees at Gethsemane
Crying "Father let it pass over me"

Jeremiah's got a fire in his bones
And I do too, I do too
Crying in the wilderness alone
"Father I know not what I do"

Devil Told Me

light

You won't bear witness
To the things we did by the moon
I taught you my fingertips
You taught me what it is to be used
It's not like I'm new at this
Just that I'm easily bruised
I know I need a thicker skin
But the one that I got 
I'm holding on to

Skin

Written and arranged by Rosie Tucker
Guitar & vox - Rosie
Violin I - Dongsoo Cha
Violin II - Andrew Lin
Viola - Salwa Bachar
Cello - Austin Shaw

He don’t make love in bed
But in the market round the corner
Beneath the Virgin Mary and 
The neon lit Corona
I send regrets instead
And he tells me I’m a mourner
Says how’m I s’posed to love ya
If you think I’m tryna own ya

I don’t make love to him
I make it to my expectations
Flying high by strip malls
Singing asphalt incantations
Father if I’ve sinned
Then I would sin again
If I may bring forth from his lips
Another tender exaltation

An artist and a businessman
He’s finally doing well
He tells me never have thought
You cannot learn to sell
And I know baby’s gotta eat
It ain’t cheap
Ya need a place to dwell
I pretend he isn’t changing
He pretends I cannot tell

Now Hollywood’s a-blaze
Just like he’d said it always should be
I’m barefoot on the roof
While ash is raining in the Valley
I haven’t slept in days and 
We haven’t talked in weeks
But I know he’s playing with a lighter
Watching fire on TV

I’m swimming in exhaust
Sitting on the 405
Waiting for some dream to wake up
Fully realized
And I wouldn’t call it lost
But you can call it what you like
Cause with every dying breath I find
Another on the rise


Written and performed by Rosie Tucker
Produced by Casey Barth
Engineered by 
Mixed by Andi and Casey Barth
Mastered by Riley Knapp

Rosie Tucker - song-writer, guitar, bass
Anna Arboles - guitar
Jessica Reed - drums
Wolfy - production
Deanna Romo - production
Daniel Oldham - mixing
Carl Saff - mastering

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You love the city
When you’re knee deep in confetti
One big hazy birthday party
On a Sunday
I loved you plenty
Like I tried to love the city
But my favorite’s still the glittering
From far away
Okay
 
I fled the county
Headed deep in the Mojave
Where the sky is wide and hungry
When the sun’s high
I felt the desert dream
Of where an ocean used to be
I’m drowning in a memory
Of high tide
Alright
 
California aches
In her tectonic plates
She waits to make a break into the sea
Crying for a quake
Mourning empty lakes
But crying without water isn’t easy
 
I love the city
Like a homemade house of holies
Like a sidewalk shrine you only ever
Pass by
And if some summer’s eve
The tremors bring us to our knees
You’ll say you saw it coming
In our fault lines
Alright
 
California coughs
The high is wearing off
She’s trying to get by without the rain
And when I’m borne aloft
To somewhere green and soft
I’ll watch the wildfires from an airplane
 
I love you like a hillside up in flames

Fault Lines

Rosie Tucker | song, vocals, guitar, bass
Anna Arboles | guitar
Jessica Reed | drums
Wolfy | production
Daniel Oldham | mixing
Carl Saff | mastering
Recorded at PieTown Sound in Burbank, California
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Photo by Cecilia Sweet Coll
Artwork by Rosie Tucker
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You know the date on the oldest coin in your palm
I know the names of the flowers along the back wall
But I get afraid one of us is bluffing
The blooms they will fade
And the change will amount to nothing
Nothing at all

The laundromat's funny at two in the morning
The blonde on TV says I too can be gorgeous
And hairless, it's easy with laser assistance
I wish you would push me around in the bins
But we're talking serious
While the colors bleed

You know the full weight of every wager you've lost
I know for certain that certainty comes at a cost
But I get afraid of what I can't define
So I tally affections like nickels and dimes in your palm
Like your palm in my palm

My parents met in a laundromat parking lot
I almost tell you but then I think not to
We focus on pulling our lights from our darknesses
We separate even though we've got sparks
While the colors bleed

Spinster Cycle

I got a piece that I won't give away
Yeah I lock it up tight in my ribcage
That's why they say I'm gonna stay alone
But I think every second about what I'd say
If given a chance for a clean slate
Oh this conscience aches worse than the damage done

Just out of my reach
Just out of my reach
Just out of my reach you are
Just out of my reach
Just out of my reach
I can feel you breathe, I can feel you moving in the dark

Even continents drift with the tiniest shiftings
But natural disasters do some of the lifting
And you tore me up from my roots like a hurricane
And you tore up the ground where I planted my hopes
And it's not like I thought anything would grow
But it's so much worse never knowing

Just out of my reach
Just out of my reach
Just out of my reach you are
Just out of my reach
Just out of my reach
I can feel you breathe, I can feel you moving in the dark

The truth is, if we turned on the lights
We'd be inches away from the loves of our lives
But we're born into darkness, born to the middle of the night
And the truth is, we're all born blind
Trusting that dawn will break down the line
And I can't see a thing
But I don't dare close my eyes

Just out of my reach
Just out of my reach
Just out of my reach you are
Just out of my reach
Just out of my reach
I can feel you breathe, I can feel you moving in the dark

Out Of My Reach

New album ‘Sucker Supreme’ out now on Epitaph Records. Stream + Purchase at https://rosietucker.ffm.to/suckersupreme.

Rosie Tucker

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