Skinny Bitches

Skinny Bitches

 Toronto, Ontario, CAN
DuoRockAlternative

If the Strokes and New Pornographers had fraternal twins and raised them on long drives, cotton candy, and distortion pedals.

Biography

Robyn Hewitt and Ricardo Temporao are Toronto musicians who started jamming in 2011 with him on guitar and her on drums. By experimenting with harmonies and heavy arrangements (reflecting influences from New Pornographers to the Strokes) they tried singing with and against each other. From sweet sounding layers to biting reminders that duet is a four letter word, they figured they might be on to something a little different. Skinny Bitches was born.

The focus became material that could reflect their love of rock'n'roll while writing melodies that allowed each voice to compliment the other. In November of 2012 they released their self-produced EP "Debut" and accompanying video "Gunsmoke". Currently, they're recording material for their first full-length album, demonstrating how this may be pound for pound one of the loudest rock bands going... but then again they're just a couple of Skinny Bitches.

Lyrics

Just a Little Different

Written By: Ricardo Temporao

Just a little Different

My guitar, some vinho
Come venga comigo
I don’t swim in their currents for life or assurance

My suitcase is barren
Just clothes that I’m wearing is all I believe in
No purpose just freedom

So keep your convictions
Not knowing is wisdom
Just take enough to give away

I got no peace cause what I need
Is just a little different

The city’s inviting
Like soft drugs in tight jeans
The house band might save us
I guess they’re gonna get famous

With pipe dreams on delay
Like sit ups and screenplays
And art school girl weekend that come with prescriptions

I’m setting my phasers to pinstripes and blazers
I’ll make enough to get away I’ll make enough to get away

I got no peace cause what I need
Is just a little different

Rattlesnake

Written By: Ricardo Temporao

Rattlesnake

You ought to buy another round

It seems to me, ain’t nobody else around

It doesn’t matter if we don’t trade names yet

It’s good to have another voice around

I don’t wanna be no rattlesnake

Draggin all my poison in your life

We don’t even need to be awake

I just need a place to crash tonight

I hear daddy’s in the city now

He’s got a little girl and a family,

Momma doesn’t know about

And if I’m brave enough I’ll find their doorstep

But right now, right now I just need another cigarette

I don’t wanna be no rattlesnake

Draggin all my poison in your life

We don’t even need to be awake

I just need a place to crash tonight

Modern world breaking promises and bracelets

Daddy's girl hasn't seen the light of day yet

Modern world breaking promises and bracelets

Daddy's girl hasn't seen the light of day yet

I don’t wanna be no rattlesnake

Draggin all my poison in your life

We don’t even need to be awake

I just need a place to crash tonight

Everything's Cool but Nothing's Exciting

Written By: Ricardo Temporao

Does it insult you when they say you look your age?

Did you think it happened any other way?

When who you hoped to be is getting out of range

I’m just as fucked, I’m just as fucked I’m just the same

When I was younger I just wanted to fit in

But fitting in was not a problem

I hear the future’s just a heightening of flaws

And I don’t think I’m gonna like it there at all

These parties always start so fucking late

The kids are lining up but they’ve forgotten why they came

It’s so much cooler than before

But nothing here excites me anymore

Dumb, dumb and no one’s sincere

She knows the artist but the guest list thing is so last year

The wine’s free and I hate nostalgia but after 4 drinks I’m all

“you should have seen me when I started,

I even played gigs outside my apartment”

When I came out here I was hoping for some kicks

But getting kicked was not a problem

They say the future’s a koala bear with claws

And a case of the shakes

And I don’t think I’m gonna like it there at all

These parties always start so fucking late

The kids are lining up but they’ve forgotten why they came

It’s so much cooler than before

But nothing here excites me anymore

Let’s start a brand new town

Cause the old one’s busted

It’s so much cooler than before

But nothing here excites me anymore

Let's Get Lost

Written By: Ricardo Temporao

I got my mother’s eyes but not her sense of reason

I wish we lived somewhere we weren’t scared of the seasons

You got a job you hate, I’m not afraid of dreamin’

Let’s get our money right, we’ll take a train one night

Let’s get wild and young and dumb and free just you and me

Let’s get lost

We’ll be mysterious in northern Argentina

and teach some English between gigs at the cantena

Or ride the indie wave to southern California

The where don’t matter dear, let’s just get out of here.

Let’s get wild and young and dumb and free just you and me

Let’s get lost

Oh, we could find an easy life

Where day by day is not a question of not drowning

Gunsmoke

Written By: Ricardo Temporao

Hands to the sun, hands to the sun, hands to the sun

Stick em up or be discontinued

Hands to the sun, hands to the sun, hands to the sun

Hope the gunsmoke don’t get in you

Hate who you like but it isn’t right calling me a liar

Hate who you like but it isn’t right calling me a liar

Some lovers run, God bless you son, I’ll miss you

Heart is not the issue

Mine’s on fire

Heist of the heart

Heist of the pure

Heist for a cure in a black flask burns so sweetly

Some play for keeps

Trade living free

Give till they bleed

But a house pet won’t become me

Hate who you like but it isn’t right calling me a liar

Hate who you like but it isn’t right calling me a liar

Some lovers run, God bless you son, I’ll miss you

Heart is not the issue

Mine’s on fire

I see his hands move real slow

Chase you places you wanna go

Leaving so fast, you feel low

But why trade your body for rent control?

Some lovers run, God bless you son, I’ll miss you

Heart is not the issue

Mine’s on fire

Jessie's Party

Written By: ricardo temporao

Hurry call your connection,
we're just getting started and it's half past 12
Girls like me just want some fun
forgetting how to hate myself
so grind away like spring
at morality's mortality
a scourge might take us if it could
but doing bad might get us feeling good

my friend was quite the party
long mascara , trading hate with an ex
I'm always just a lost weekend for someone else's lifelong romance
we were drunk with expectations and karate
and the chemical cramps
if she won't take her shirt off in the john
you might as well get up and dance

We went to Jessie's way after the show
6 girls, 2 boys, 1 cloud of smoke
we made a temple to a king that night
we were singing to the dead, we were dancing to the daylight

So ride off with the west-end kids
and I'll pretend my best years haven't passed
God thinks I'm cynical, at least the feeling's mutual
the girls collapsed in tangled limbs
and me and Max just shake our heads and laugh
and raise a glass, because the morning's coming on too fast

take me to emergency
cause loving you is killing me
I think I'll lose my troubles in the crowd
cause nothing can go wrong right here, right now

We went to Jessie's way after the show
6 girls, 2 boys, 1 cloud of smoke
we made a temple to a king that night
we were singing to the dead, we were dancing to the daylight

The Straight Dope

Written By: Ricardo Temporao

You made it cooler to compare myself to losers
with me unsure, you cultivated cures
prescribed on lonesome nights

But it’s the straight dope you can’t sell

You feigned indifference and I made it my religion
Did I pray wrong?
You said you can’t stay long
but never told me why

But it’s the straight dope you can’t sell

Sad eyes, love was your best trick
I’m tired of making time
for a habit I should kick
Chasing Miss Misery,
Look what it’s done to me
Living a lie

Exploded makeup for a sentimental scrape up
and goodbye scripts tattooed on both your wrists
you make my body twist and hate myself for wanting it

Cause it’s the straight dope you can’t sell
It’s the straight dope you can’t sell

Exploded makeup from a sentimental scrape up
And goodbye scripts
Tattooed on both your wrists
The pain’s where you take pride

Cause it’s the straight dope you can’t sell
It’s the straight dope you can’t sell
Cause it’s the straight dope you can’t sell
and what you got can’t fix me anymore

Discography

"Debut" EP released 2012
"Skinny Bitches" LP to be released June 2014