RadioAngel & the RobotBeat

by Gram Rabbit

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released 13 November 2007

Gram Rabbit is
Jesika von Rabbit: vocals, keys, guitar, programming
Todd Rutherford: vocal, guitar, bass, programming

Produced by Ethan Allen and Gram Rabbit
Mixed by Ethan Allen and James Adam Watts
Mastered by Bruce Barielle

Recorded at Royal Triton Studio in Silverlake, CA.
Drums recorded at Pete Min's Studio

Additional Musicians:
Ethan Allen: guitar, programming
Brian MacLeod: drums on tracks 1 and 9
Austin Space: drums on tracks 7 and 11
Jemma and Cyndera:poken samples on track 12
Pam Aronoff: additional sound design on track 1

All songs written by Rabbit and Rutherford
Published by: The Royal Order/BMI

Album Art Credits:
Hair: Elisa Loretta and Andrew Hunter
Make-up: Jen Fregozo
Art Direction: Poptart Sprinkle
Design: Jennifer Murse
Photos: Matthew Cooke

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Track Name: Hot Spit
Was a girl named Revelina
She was a bit obscena
She knew what she was doin’
I think that was her ruin
Never mind her reputation
That was spreading thru the nation
Cause her soul was made of rubber
And nothing could bestain her
Retain her

She made a little metal
In a town called Desperillo
Her talent was stupendous
I hope her to befriend us
Was a guy named cherry-cola
He was kind of rock-n-rola
They’d stroll the roll-arena
Like Harold and Maudena
You should see us

She’s livin’ she’s loving but under the table
She’s got some ideas but they’re not always stable.
Now whip it…whip her good…she said whip it…I’m whipping her good

The girl was getting restless
She’d been on every guestless
She’d done all she could swallow
But that was getting hallow
The town was getting antsy
The girl was just to fancy
Her spit was hot as fire
And its consequence was dire, so dire.