Black Ink and Bad Blood (DEMO)

by The Jitters

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Our first demo lovingly hand-recorded by portable robots in our very own rickety-ass, ungrounded garage. That's right! A garage band in a real garage! Thanks to Melissa (for listening to the same tracks an endless number of times during mastering) and James (for the garage). Special thanks to Nik's mom for the sandwiches.

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released April 30, 2011

Music: Ryan Hatt, Nik McCarter, and David Ruiz
Album Artwork: Ryan Hatt

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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: 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: Hellbasket
Collected my bus fare
From the local wishing well
Thievery bought me a ticket
To the depths of hottest hell

Then I cut an old hag
Like a switchblade in the line
I don’t have as much patience
As she thinks she has time

Where I’m a goin’ children
I won’t be comin’ back
I’ll be dragged underground
My limbs lashed to the rack

My skin will be singed
And I’ll feel that whip’s ‘crack’
‘Cause my insides are rotten
Heart is cancerous and black

I wouldn't give up my seat
To a cripple with club feet
Lame lambs shall enter first
When they're cut to fat and meat

Pulled the emergency lever
Where I wanted to get off
I ain’t walkin’ back baby
From the next scheduled stop

Where I’m a goin’ children
I’ll be punished for my sins
Stealin’ and a’drinkin’
Cheatin’ and a’gamble-in’

My lips will be sewn-shut
Head covered with a sack
My credence is malfeasance
Heart is cancerous and black

My destination
Was a ‘house of ill-repute’
Where I pay my welfare money
And women play me like a flute


I lay and lounge
In my birthday suit
The only place I can get laid
Whilst still wearin’ my boots

Where I’m a goin’ children
(a tisket a tasket)
I’m goin’ in style
(hell in a handbasket)

Where I’m a goin’ children
(I won’t be missed)
And I will be pissed
(If it doesn’t exist)


Call me nihilist or athiest
whatever you see fit
I'm profane and inhumane
But baby I don't give a shit
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Track Name: The Ballad of Jonathan Geist
Ah well-a way down south where I never been,
That’s where they say they manufactured my only friend,
Well he ain’t too pretty and he’s kinda short,
But in the blink of an eye he can be right at your throat.

Long and lean,
Short and clean,
Yearning to take on that sanguine sheen.
Soft and tender,
Curvy and slender,
Desperately afraid that he’s plotting to end her.

Stalk my prey on street corners, after it gets dark
Yeah I talk ‘em into walkin’ down in Reagents Park
I say, “Hey there baby, let’s go count the stars!”
Yeah the whole story could put me behind iron bars.

Long and lean,
Short and clean,
Yearning to take on that sanguine sheen.
Soft and tender,
Curvy and slender,
Desperately afraid that he’s plotting to end her.

C’mon and meet me in the dark, baby I won’t bite,
Well when I say that I won’t I mean my friend just might…
But if a you don’t show, well then he certainly will,
And you’ll have blood on your hands, from whoever he kills

Long and lean,
Short and clean,
Yearning to take on that sanguine sheen.
Soft and tender,
Curvy and slender,
Desperately afraid that he’s plotting to end her.

Ah well my number one lady is’a waitin' at home
I told her not to call me, but to sit by the phone
And if I dial her up, and that line is engaged
Then I get out my knife and I get enraged

Long and lean,
Short and clean,
Yearning to take on that sanguine sheen.
Soft and tender,
Curvy and slender,
Desperately afraid that he’s plotting to end her.

Well you better be right where I left you before
And there better be no clatter from that backyard door
Cause I'm watchin' you baby, yeah you know that I am
And I ain't sharin' you honey with no backdoor man

Long and lean,
Short and clean,
Yearning to take on that sanguine sheen.
Soft and tender,
Curvy and slender,
Desperately afraid that he’s plotting to end her.

No I ain’t shackin’ up baby with no goddamn whore,
Cause you know what I do and who I’m aimin for,
And if you give away my sugar you’ll be on that list,
And I’ma bury you baby where you won’t be missed.

Long and lean,
Short and clean,
Yearning to take on that sanguine sheen.
Soft and tender,
Curvy and slender,
Desperately afraid that he’s plotting to end her.
Track Name: Don't Be Afraid
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? Baby, 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? Baby, wait and see,
Why be afraid of the dark when you should be afraid of me.

You’ll be afraid of me You’ll be afraid of me right now, yeah, you’ll be afraid of me, You’ll be afraid of me You’ll be afraid of me-e-e-e-e, You’ll be afraid of me You’ll be afraid of me-e-e-e-e, You’ll be afraid of Me…