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Finally! Our first full-length album! Twelve gritty garage originals made up of brand new material and crowd favorites perfectly suited for the deaf audiophile and guaranteed to annoy your neighbors when played at appropriate volume.
This one represents three years of sticking with it despite all of the bullshit that goes with being a small, mostly unpaid band dead set on providing original material to tiny crowds. Losing members! Gaining new members! Losing those newer members! Constantly re-teaching older songs! Major gaps between show dates because you got kicked out of your latest practice space again! Promises, lies, slacking-off and jacking-off. It's all here and it means a hell of a lot to us. We hope it'll mean at least a little to you.

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released April 16, 2013

Ryan - Vocals
Nik - Guitars
Brian - Bass
Nic - Drums

Recording by The Jitters
Production by Ryan Hatt
Artwork by Ryan Hatt and Brian Murphy

Recorded during the year 2012 in our little garage in Worcester. All songs copyright The Jitters 2013 .

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The Jitters Worcester, Massachusetts

Hailing from Worcester MA; stitched together from fragments of sloppy bayou blues, sleazy rockabilly,fuzzed-out garage, and the creeping, half-dead remnants of nightmares; the musical talents of Ryan Hatt and Nik McCarter are tied to a slab and thrust into the heart of an electrical storm to breath again as The Jitters! ... more

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Track Name: Hell on the Highway
I took the wrong way
Down a one way
I had to make my escape
I had to getaway

This ain’t no Sunday
I ain’t on holiday
I’ll run away
On a two lane runway

So baby wish me well on my way
On the road to hell, on the highway
Yeah, baby wish me well on my way
On the road to hell, on the highway
On the highway, on the highway
On the highway…


It took a long way
To get my head straight
When a song had settled
Like a dead weight

I was way laid
By mermaid
‘n she show’d me the way
To a dark place

So baby wish me well on my way
On the road to hell, on the highway
Yeah, baby wish me well on my way
On the road to hell, on the highway
On the highway, on the highway
On the highway…
Track Name: Down to the River
I’m gonna drag you down to the river, pretty baby,
Gonna wash your ways down there,
I’m gonna drag you down to the river pretty baby,
With my fingers through your long black hair,

I don’t have to catch you runnin’ round baby,
Know your name all over town,
You got fifty six keys to forty seven men,
And I heard you shut the cathouse down.

I been a’ sittin here weepin’ at the table every evenin’
Just a wonderin’ where you’ve been.
I’m gonna drag you down to the river pretty baby,
Gonna wash away your sin.

I dragged myself down city streets,
To the place you sell your meats,
Yeah I nearly kicked the door on in,
First you were kickin’ and a screamin’
Then a’beggin and a’pleadin,
Till I dragged you to the house again.

Well your wicked ways and your debaucherous days,
Are gonna make a fool of me and you.
I’m gonna drag you down to the river pretty baby,
That’s exactly what I’m gonna do.

I’m gonna drag you down to the river, pretty baby,
Gonna wash away your sin,
I’m gonna drag you down to the river pretty baby,
Gonna throw your ass on in!
Track Name: The Need
Waitin’ for you,
I been waitin for you,
Made my mind up honey,
Now I’m pushin through.
They said the dead don’t walk,
But that’s just what I’m gonna do,
I made my mind up honey,
Now I’m pushin through.

I’ve been watchin you love,
Through the eyes of a crow,
You know the Devil can’t stop,
What the Devil don’t know.
Though the Devil still sits,
At his old crossroads,
But no the Devil can’t stop,
What the Devil don’t know.

I got no more cares,
No more wants,
Couldn’t even pass a word
Through my lips so gaunt,
Though I can’t even see,
And I can’t even breathe,
I’ll do everything I can,
To fulfill my need.

Baby,
I don’t want,
I don’t want,
I don’t want,
No baby I don’t want,
I don’t want,
I just need,
I just neeeeed,
Oh baby I need you!

Fingers thinned,
White as bone,
Forced to scratch through the earth,
Aware of darkness alone,
But you shine through the black,
Like the brightest star,
And you’re callin’ me back,
To wherever you are.


There ain’t nothing they can do,
Between the push and the shove,
I’ll crawl through deserts of ash,
And swim the oceans of blood,
Fall through the lands below,
Or the heavens above,
Cause I’m comin;’ back baby,
To reclaim our love.

Yeah honey,
I don’t want,
I don’t want,
I don’t want,
No baby I don’t want,
I don’t want,
I just need,
I just neeeeed,
Oh baby I need you!

I got no more cares,
No more wants,
But I’ve been breathin your name,
Through my lips so gaunt,
Yeah-heah I can’t even see,
And I can’t even scream,
But I’ll do everything I can,
To fulfill my need.

I fought through heaven and hell,
Fought every goddamn fight,
Just to get back to your arms,
To have you holdin’ me tight,
Now I got no more blood,
Nothin left to bleed,
Still I’m comin back baby,
To fulfill my need.

To fulfill my need
My need for you,
Though my body may be dead,
My heart keeps pushin’ through,,
Yeah I been livin in your tears,
And your dreams at night,
And you’re the one thing in this world,
That makes this soul burn bright.


I don’t want,
I don’t want,
I don’t want,
No baby I don’t want,
I don’t want,
I just need,
I just neeeeed,
Oh baby I need you!
Track Name: Haitian Vacation
Do you remember that trip, that we took to the islands?
There were a couple ‘a things that stuck hard in my head.
And I know that I would have forgotten them too,
If I’d ‘a never had to suffer the pain of losing you.

I gotta lock of hair and some worn out fabric,
And some instructions to pull off this Haitian hat trick.
Don’t wanna take no part in Trinidadian Voodoo,
But I need someone to love me, baby, like I do you.

Said,ah hey hey hey hey hey hey hey-hey yeah,
Said,ah hey hey hey hey hey hey hey-hey yeah

Well I don’t like this voodoo.
No I don’t like this voodoo.
But someone’s gonna suffer the spell that you’re forcing me into.
Well since you left me behind,
My thoughts ain’t been so fine,
So I’ll be brewing up a batch of alligator wine!

Do you remember that trip we took to the islands?
There were a couple ‘a things that stuck hard in my head.
Don’t wanna take no part in Trinidadian Voodoo,
But I need someone to love me, baby, like I do you.

I said, ah hey hey hey hey hey hey hey-hey yeah,
I said,ah hey hey hey hey hey hey hey-hey yeah

Well I don’t like this voodoo.
No I don’t like this voodoo.
But someone’s gonna suffer the spell that you’re forcin’ me into.

Well since you left me behind,
My thoughts ain’t been so fine,
So I’ll be brewin’ up a batch of alligator wine!

Alligator wine!
My porcupine!
It’s gonna make you mine all mine!
Track Name: Another Day
I don’t want to live to see another day,
I don’t wanna waste my time away
I don’t want to live to see another day,
I don’t wanna waste my time away

Ah’well he took you-uh, uh-away,
And now that motherfucker’s gonna pay,
But when I finish what I, gotta do,
Well there’ll be nothing left between me and you.

I don’t want to live to see another day,
I don’t wanna waste my time away
I don’t want to live to see another day,
I don’t wanna waste my time away

So-ho the next time I see him around,
I’m gonna burn that motherfucker right down to the ground,
Yeah we’ll be dead by each-other’s hand,
And maybe finally then you’ll understand. Yeah!
Track Name: Paris of the Eighties
Dirty city,
Worm town,
Pretty things,
Underground,
Diamond rings,
Silk gowns,
Old money,
Deep down,

Loose women,
Quiet men,
All come to rest,
Here in my pen.
Venture down,
Dig them up,
Take their treasure,
Fill my cup.

Flesh of the poor,
Boxed up and stored,
Crackin’ coffin lids,
Like I’m knockin’ on doors.
Pickin’ through the pieces in a satin bed,
A million treasures hidden in the pockets of the dead!

Dirty city,
Poverty,
People living,
In the streets,
Under bridges,
In the ditches,
Soon they’ll come to visit me.

Cold skin,
Dead eyes,
Don’t stop me reaching,
What they hide,
Could be a murder,
Or suicide,
There ain’t no tellin’
Just what I’ll find.

Flesh of the poor,
Boxed up and stored,
Crackin’ coffin lids,
Like I’m knockin’ on doors.
Pickin’ through the pieces in a satin bed,
A million treasures hidden in the pockets of the dead!
Track Name: Walking Void
I don’t mean half of the shit that I say I mean,
I’m buildin’ worlds with my lies so you don’t know I’m wrong.
I’ll desecrate your temples ‘cause I ain’t got none,
I’m only here ‘till you want me, then I’m gone…ah uh-huh

I’m only happy overhearin’ other people’s thoughts,
But it’s no fun when I’m expected to be participatin’.
Oh honey you’re so cute when you try so hard,
But each attempt to relate just makes me less interested.

I’m in the corner lookin smart and I got no one,
I only came to try and tarnish other people’s perfections,
You walk in here with your white dress on,
And I may say that I love you, but I don’t need you. Oh uh-uh.

Cause I’m a walkin’ void.
Got no compassion for you he’ya,
Yeah I’m a walkin’ void,
I’m here and then I’m gone
Cause I’m a walkin’ void,
I put up walls and cling to mirrors,
Yeah I’m a walkin’ void,
I live to be withdrawn.

I’m only happy overhearin’ other people’s thoughts.
One of these days I’m gonna teach you how to shut up and listen.
I wanna punch you, wanna kiss you, wanna walk away.
And I’m pretty sure that no one’s ever gonna get it. Oh uh-huh.

Cause I’m a walkin’ void.
Got no compassion for you he’ya,
Yeah I’m a walkin’ void,
I’m here and then I’m gone
Cause I’m a walkin’ void,
I put up walls and cling to mirrors,
Yeah I’m a walkin’ void,
I live to be withdrawn.

Cause I’m a walkin’ void. (I’m a walkin’ Void)
Got no compassion for you he’ya,
Yeah I’m a walkin’ void, (I’m a walkin’ void)
I’m here and then I’m gone
Cause I’m a walkin’ void, (I’m a walkin’ void)
I put up walls and cling to mirrors,
Yeah I’m a walkin’ void, (I’m a walkin’ void)
And you can’t leave me alone.
Track Name: Taking Back the Promised Land
Got a monster on my tail, man my tires are squeelin’
I’m puttin’ pedal to the metal to escape from this demon,
I’ve watched my loved ones die all I got left is this truck
And if they think they’re gonna take that then they’re crazy as fuck,
I shoot a pipebomb out my tail just to send those mothers reelin’
‘Cause there,

Ain’t no feelin’ like eighteen wheelin’

Another wasteland town, another burned out wreck,
Another hole full of survivors that I couldn’t protect,
I’m runnin’ low on gas, I gotta find some soon,
Before I end up like those others on the nearby dunes
I should just quit this gig and find some sexual healin’
But still there,

Ain’t no feelin’ like eighteen wheelin’

Just then some moto-psychos spot me and they’re comin’ up fast
I gotta figure out a way to get these punks off my ass,
I pull some crazy fuckin’ turn that sends one out in the dirt,
And then I whisper something stupid like “Man, that’s gotta hurt”
I set the wheel in gear and climb right out of the cab,
‘Cause I’m an eighteen wheelin’ god, don’t you understand? GO!

I get up onto the roof and put my feet in the straps,
They let me steer the truck from here while I go swat these gnats,
I lock and load up my cannon , hope they’re ready to die,
‘Cause every press of the trigger blows another sky high
Now these minion fuckers know just with whom they are dealin’
I say there,

Ain’t no feelin’ like eighteen wheelin’

As the last one lies a’smoldrin’ in the evening sun,
I realize I’m sick and tired of’a havin to run,
I’m headed down to Mecca Town to finish off The Destructor
This is the last time that he’s messin’ with this pissed off trucker,
Well I’ve given my reasons, and I’m armed with my motives,
Not to mention a truckload of mother fuckin’ explosives.

In this dead end desert heat my plan just might seem grim
I’d trade my life and my rig, to put an end to him
I’ll cleanse myself in fire, an act of Absolution
This ain’t no quick fix baby, it’s a final solution,
As I head into the sunset just one deal that I’m sealin’
And it’s,
There ain’t no feelin like eighteen wheelin’

Ain’t no feelin’ like eighteen wheelin’ Ain’t no feelin like eighteen wheelin’
Ain’t no feelin’
Eighteen wheelin’
Track Name: Psycho City
Well everybody’s going down to the place where we can drown,
All our sorrows in the pits of the baddest little bar around,
Yeah when I get to the dance floor babe I’m like a rabid hound,
Everybody’s going crazy to that killer-diller psycho sound,

We’re goin’ Psycho City,
Psycho City,
Psycho City,
Psycho City,
Psycho City,
Psycho City,
Psycho City,
Psycho City,
Goin’ down to Psycho City,
So I can go Psycho on you.


Well when you get to the back room, baby, don’t you call my name?
Until the sounds that you’re makin’ are drivin’ everybody insane,
And we’ll be wheelin’ and a shakin’, snakin’ till we bring the rain,
And we’ll create a broken glory that would put a Roman orgy to shame.

We call it Psycho City,
Psycho City,
Psycho City,
Psycho City,
Psycho City,
Psycho City,
Psycho City,
Psycho City,
Goin’ down to Psycho City,
So I can go Psycho on you.

Oh well your heart might stop but the bop won’t drop alright!
We start up early in the mornin’ and keep it runnin’ through the night.
Yeah heah we ain’t got any windows so there’s no reason to fear the light.
And if the cops try to stop us they’ll be in for one hell of a fight.

Yeah.
We’re goin downa Psycho City,
Psycho City,
Psycho City,
Psycho City,
Psycho City,
Psycho City,
Psycho City,
Psycho City,
Goin’ down to Psycho City,
So I can go Psycho on you.
Goin’ down to Psycho City,
So I can go Psycho on you.
Goin’ down to Psycho City,
So I can go Psycho on you!
Track Name: Never Gonna Save Me
My baby don’t mess around hear’er bangin’ at my door,
We got a car and we don’t need no friends but we’re always meeting more,
Gonna go down to the strip tonight ‘cause I got some cash to spend,
Follow her down to hell and back she’s gonna lead me to my end.

If I could find a steady job…
Fix all my troubles with the law…
You may not call it life,
When you’re livin’ by the knife.
At least we’ll leave this fucking town.


Never gonna save me, Never gonna save me
Never gonna save me, Never gonna save me
Never gonna save me, Never gonna save me
Never gonna save me, Never gonna save me

My baby don’t kiss and tell though she might find better men,
I know she ain’t gonna leave me though she wants to now and then,
Gonna set off all by ourselves I’ll leave everything I’ve known,
Follow her down to hell and back we’re gonna make this world our own.

If I could find a steady job…
Fix all my troubles with the law…
You may not call it life,
When you’re livin’ by the knife.
At least we’ll leave this fucking town.


Never gonna save me, Never gonna save me
Never gonna save me, Never gonna save me
Never gonna save me, Never gonna save me
Never gonna save me, Never gonna save me
Track Name: Good God Damn
Johnny killed a preacher with a guitar string,
Now the church ain’t got no choir ‘cause they’re too afraid to sing,
They had some dirt on the boy from some dark damn thing,
But I ain’t never gonna ask him ‘cause my boots don’t want to swing.

Billy took a likin’ to this girl up town,
But her mobster of a husband didn’t like him hangin’ round,
When Billy cut that mug up, and left him lying face down
I helped him bury the body where it'd never be found.

God damn if there ain’t trouble always followin’ me,
You keep 'a writing me into your history
God damn if there ain’t trouble always followin’ me,
You keep 'a reelin' me in to your debauchery,
God damn if there ain’t trouble always followin’ me,
I'm your best friend and then I'm an accessory.
God damn if there ain’t trouble always following me,
God damn if there ain’t trouble always following me,

Jaynie robbed a bank-vault with an old flare gun,
Then she set the place alight with flames that rivaled the sun.
Now she keeps phoning me up, says she’s on the run,
Say’s she’d like to have a just a little more fun.

Well, Texas is the reason why the president’s dead,
But I had to be in Jackson helping Betty instead,
She had just bludgeoned her husband with a ham to his head,
So we cooked that pig up, and the cops it was fed.

God damn if there ain’t trouble always followin’ me,
You keep 'a writing me into your history
God damn if there ain’t trouble always followin’ me,
You keep 'a reelin' me in to your debauchery,
God damn if there ain’t trouble always followin’ me,
I'm your best friend and then I'm an accessory.
God damn if there ain’t trouble always following me,
God damn if there ain’t trouble always following me,

As of late I ain’t been rollin’ the die…
I’m letting old friends rot,
I’m letting new friends fry.
Yeah I could tell you it’s easy but man I ain’t gonna lie,
It’s been a hellalotta trouble kissin’ old days goodbye.

God damn if there ain’t trouble always followin’ me,
You keep 'a writing me into your history
God damn if there ain’t trouble always followin’ me,
You keep 'a reelin' me in to your debauchery,
God damn if there ain’t trouble always followin’ me,
I'm your best friend and then I'm an accessory.
God damn if there ain’t trouble always following me,
God damn if there ain’t trouble always following me,
Track Name: Don't Be Afraid of the Dark
Don’t be afraid of bugs baby they just creep around,
Don’t be afraid of graveyards either they’re just hallowed ground,
Don’t be afraid of the closet when I turn out the light,
Don’t be afraid of the creaking on the stairs at night,
You think the dawn’s not coming? Baby, wait and see.
Why be afraid of the dark when you should be afraid of me.

Don’t be afraid of the noises from your radio,
Don’t be afraid of the absence of a TV show,
Don’t be afraid of Jabberwocky baby, he ain’t real,
Don’t be afraid to tell the truth now that’s just how you feel,
You think the dawn’s not coming? Baby, wait and see:
Why be afraid of the dark when you should be afraid of me.

Don’t be afraid of bats baby, they won’t get in your hair,
Don’t be afraid to ride in cars babe, you’re not going anywhere,
Don’t be afraid of the rats that live inside of the wall,
Don’t be afraid your cat is dead (now he’s just sleeping that’s all),
You think the dawn’s not coming? Well just wait and see.
Why be afraid of the dark when you should be afraid of me.

Don’t be afraid of your dad he’s burried deep in the ground,
Don’t be afraid of that mailman who keeps hanging around,
Don’t be afraid of the hustlers they’re just punk ass kids,
Don’t be afraid of the neighbors that’s just the way that they is,
You think the dawn’s not coming? Then just wait and see.
Why be afraid of the dark when you should be afraid of me.

Don’t be afraid to scream babe, don’t be a-fraid to shout,
Don’t be afraid to eat your food now you just cut that shit out,
Don’t be afraid of the bathtub ‘cause you ain’t gonna drown,
Don’t be afraid of clowns, well, maybe you should be afraid of clowns, You think the dawn’s not coming? Just you, wait and see,
Why be afraid of the dark when you should be afraid of me.