Biografia:
Nicole and Rachel, aka Slutever, are best friends and students in Philadelphia. They share instruments and vocal responsibilities during their live shows, which are known to result in blood. Influenced by everything from grunge and 50’s girl groups to the hardships of teenage love and weed-induced television marathons, their self-released debut EP, “Sorry I’m Not Sorry,” is a loud, quick, kick in the nuts, sure to leave you on the ground without a trace of remorse.
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Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
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Crashing in your dorm room
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Smoking on your floor
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Listening to nevermind
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In 1994
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Trash the plaid
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Lower the flag
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Live through this feels bored
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Dressed in black like courtney love
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In 1994
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River's gone with persian brown
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High tops on his feet
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Thought they knew him till they saw him
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Passed out on the street
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I love you to death
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But it just wasn't enough
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Everything's a mess
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In 1994
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Now my bleach blonde roots
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Finally come undone
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Paranoid and trapped indoors
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In 1994
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Friday night
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Reality bites
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Everyone's burnt out
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The familiar purr of anxiety
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In 1994
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The world outside has got me down
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Im too tired to sleep
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Thought i knew the answers to you
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Now you're buried deep
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I love you to death
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But it just wasn't enough
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Everything's a mess
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In 1994
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Life's a drag
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I feel so worn
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Wish i was more like audrey horne
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Over this scene
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These ripped up jeans suddenly feel dead to me
Crashing in your dorm room
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Smoking on your floor
D F
Listening to nevermind
A# A
In 1994
D F
Trash the plaid
A# A
Lower the flag
D F
Live through this feels bored
D F
Dressed in black like courtney love
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In 1994
D B
River's gone with persian brown
G F E
High tops on his feet
D B
Thought they knew him till they saw him
G F E
Passed out on the street
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I love you to death
A# A
But it just wasn't enough
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Everything's a mess
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In 1994
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Now my bleach blonde roots
A# A
Finally come undone
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Paranoid and trapped indoors
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In 1994
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Friday night
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Reality bites
A# A
Everyone's burnt out
D F
The familiar purr of anxiety
A# A
In 1994
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The world outside has got me down
G F E
Im too tired to sleep
D B
Thought i knew the answers to you
G F E
Now you're buried deep
D F
I love you to death
A# A
But it just wasn't enough
D F
Everything's a mess
A# A
In 1994
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Life's a drag
B
I feel so worn
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Wish i was more like audrey horne
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Over this scene
B G A
These ripped up jeans suddenly feel dead to me
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