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1.
S-E-I-Z-U-R-E Feeling kind of low but I’ve gotta get myself out of this room ‘Cause sitting around is gonna drag me down to the depths of certain doom I need some medication To kick start this celebration Juliette’s got a recipe Come on listen to me Put on your stripy shirts and pink pleather You’ll look hot in any old kind of weather Tremor-Dolls don’t want sappy ballads We just need a seizure salad S-E-I-Z-U-R-E First up you gotta line your gut with something bland Then top the rest up with as much whiskey as you can possibly stand Crank up Paul Collins Beat Til you can’t stop your cretin feet Pop a couple No-Doze Plus Then come sing along with us Put on your stripy shirts and pink pleather You’ll look hot in any old kind of weather Tremor-Dolls don’t want sappy ballads We just need a seizure salad
2.
I’ll be your Toody if you be my If you be my Fred Cole Together we’ll rock and together Together we’ll roll Like the stars of a rock’n’roll movie Be my Fred, I’ll be your Toody I’ll be your Toody if you be my Fred I’ll be your Toody if you be my If you be my Fred On the road sleeping in our backseat In our backseat bed Gracelessly growing old I’ll be Toody, you be Fred Cole I’ll be your Toody if you be my Fred  
3.
Was it the flannelette pajamas or the tears in my eyes? Was it the valium coma? My volcanic bile? Tell me which part was asking for it Did you miss my explicit verbal rejection? Were you just trying to teach me a lesson? Tell me which part meant I deserved it You know it’s really kind of warped You feel entitled to just take what you want Do you feel women are inferior beings? Don’t have to consider our welfare or feelings Tell me which part justifies it Did society make you feel like substandard stock? Did you feel you had to prove the size of your cock? Tell me which part vindicates it You know it’s so so fucking warped You feel entitled to take what you want You’re passing the buck, you’re twisting the truth You claim you don’t remember, you blame the fucking booze Tell me which part helps you ignore it
4.
I Quit 02:26
I quit Yeah I did I quit I’m taking my bat and I’m taking my ball I’m not gonna play, no I won’t play at all And I can’t lose if I don’t play with you I quit Yeah I did I quit I’m taking my ball and I’m taking my bat I’m so sick & tired of being under attack I can’t lose if I don’t play with you You can’t make me Can’t manipulate me I ain’t gonna play no more You can’t win If we don’t begin If I don’t play then you don’t score I quit Yeah I did I quit I’m taking my bat and I’m taking my ball I’m not gonna play, no I won’t play at all And I can’t lose if I don’t play with you  
5.
Stink 03:33
I know you think you’re such a great big catch You’d have to dumpster dive to find your perfect match I know you think you’re a real Casanova But you know I faked it just so it would be over I’ve seen it all before this rich white boy routine Some tortured artist with a fascist killing machine He’s so hard done by, he’s so misunderstood He never gets the girl but boy he thinks he should You stink when you drink You don’t know a fucking thing about rock’n’roll Your sex politics are ugly as sin You’re not breaking any molds. I know you think you’re such a great big catch You’d have to dumpster dive to find your perfect match I know you think you’re a real Casanova But you know I faked it just so it would be over You stink when you drink You don’t know a fucking thing about rock’n’roll Your sex politics are ugly as sin You’re not breaking any molds.
6.
Get Straight 01:29
Gotta get, gotta get your priorities straight Straight faced and straight laced You can’t be out there having fun You’ve got to go and make big bucks Gotta get, gotta get your priorities straight Straight faced and straight laced Forget your independent life You’ve got to be a good housewife Gotta get, gotta get your priorities straight Straight faced and straight laced Pop out a perfect two point five Tick tock you’re running out of time Gotta get, gotta get your priorities straight Gotta get, gotta get straight laced
7.
Imagination 04:16
I saw something I liked in you So I just ran with what I knew The parts I couldn’t see I filled the gaps with parts of me And I was totally misled By an illusion in my head When you didn’t fit the crown I felt so utterly let down You didn’t live up to The expectations I had for you The parts I couldn’t see Draped in fairy tales and make believe I put your face on a dream And I expected you to be A carbon copy bluff Of a person I made up And I can’t disconnect The association and I can’t accept that I fell in love With my imagination You know I can’t give it up You know I can’t get enough I put your face on a dream And I expected you to be A carbon copy bluff Of a person I made up And I can’t disconnect The association and I can’t accept that I fell in love With my imagination
8.
In the start I was high and wasted on you Now I feel like I’m just wasted on you In the start you had me drunk on your love I thought you came from somewhere high above Now I feel like I’m wasting my time I’m wasted on you Don’t even know it If you appreciate me You don’t show it I’m wasted on you Don’t even know it You better open your eyes Or you’ll blow it The door’s ajar and I’m inching closer to it You’re pushing me and I just might walk right through it Slipping down to the end of my rope You’re about to snap the last thread of hope That you and me can make it to the end I’m wasted on you Don’t even know it If you appreciate me You don’t show it I’m wasted on you Don’t even know it You better open your eyes Or you’ll blow it
9.
Clinging to the skin that you shed I know the you I knew was already dead I listened to the tales that you twist I know the you I knew didn’t even exist If it stinks then it’s probably shit I can tell by the quiver in your lip you still miss me, a blind man could see But I never loved you I loved the person you pretended to be Sprouting off about integrity and lies I know the you I knew is dead on the inside The only love that you will ever know Is for the characters you play, it won’t ever be your own If it stinks then it’s probably shit I can tell by the quiver in your lip you still miss me, a blind man could see But I never loved you I loved the person you pretended to be
10.
I’m not dreaming ‘bout the time Your lips came close to touching mine Oh no I’m not thinking about you I’m not remembering those eyes Or the way your stray hand found my thigh Oh no I’m not thinking about you I’m not blasting cigarettes To smoke out my regrets Oh no I’m not thinking about you I’m not replaying my mistakes Every moment that I’m awake Oh no I’m not thinking about you I’ve been searching for the chance To change times and circumstance I’ve tortured myself with what-ifs and buts But what’s done is done So enough is enough I’m not dreaming ‘bout the time Your lips came close to touching mine Oh no I’m not thinking about you I’m not remembering those eyes Or the way your stray hand found my thigh Oh no I’m not thinking about you
11.
Make Me Sick 02:43
Tell me when You gave up giving a fuck about your friends When did you decide to prioritise My wellbeing below your selfish desire Biding your time To take something of mine My defenses were down In a bottle I’d drowned Tell me how long Were you plotting, scheming & planning to do me wrong How do you just carry on with life How the fuck do you still sleep at night Hanging around For me to slow down Sob stories and lies Accusations denied You make me sick To the pit of my gut I’ve had enough You make me sick Hate don’t describe What I’ve got inside You make me sick
12.
Hotdog 02:04
Written by Detroit Cobras
13.
TV Love 03:20
I gaze at you on my television screen Then at night I see you in all my dreams I dream of what I would say if we should meet I dream you come along and sweep me off my feet I want the chance to show I Understand you More than they do Wanna tell you how I feel Even though you’re just a Fictional Character My love for you is real Oh my love ain’t controlled by the remote It still holds strong even after the episode All through the day I can’t clear you from my head I wish that I could get inside my TV set I want the chance to show I Understand you More than they do Wanna tell you how I feel Even though you’re just a Fictional Character My love for you is real Well my dear the end is awful close I don’t know what I’ll do without my weekly dose So I’m afraid when it comes to season’s end I’ll have to find myself a new TV boyfriend I want the chance to show I Understand you More than they do Wanna tell you how I feel Even though you’re just a Fictional Character My love for you is real
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Juliette Seizure & the Tremor-Dolls are a six-piece band from Australia. They have set out to be a blend of first wave punk and 60s girl-groups, taking the brattiness of the Zeros and the diabetes-inducing sweetness of the Chiffons to make a mutant creation for fans of The Muffs, Nikki and The Corvettes, Tina & the Total Babes and anyone who likes their powerpop with a healthy dose of punk. Tremor-Dolls have combined all of their favourite elements like distorted guitars, three-part harmonies, matching outfits and synchronized dance moves, to inject a bit of fun and silliness into their live show as well as their recordings.

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released August 18, 2017

Juliette Seizure & the Tremor-Dolls are:
Graeme - guitar
Jay - drums & percussion
Kirsty - backing vocals, handclaps, tambourine
Robby - bass
Shannon C - vocals, guitar
Shannon D - backing vocals, handclaps, tambourine

All songs written and performed by Juliette Seizure & the Tremor-Dolls, (C) Juliette Seizure & the Tremor-Dolls 2017
except HOTDOG written by Detroit Cobras, (C) Detroit Cobras 2004
Recorded & mixed at Twin Earth by Jon McNichol
Mastered by Dead Air
Artwork, layout and photography by O'Foley

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