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**NOTE** yeah. this does look like the cheapest, and shittiest way to do this, but we're poor and just want to give you this demo for free. we do have some pressings of it on CD that are limited edition color discs. so if you want to donate, just message us at our myspace page or shoot us an email at jinxremovingrock@gmail.com. we will then work something out. thanks, we hope you enjoy.

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01. Johnny Depp Was My Friend
02. Stay in School and Drink Your Milk
03. the Criminality
04. Too Tired To Protest (Featuring Bomb the Music Industry!)
05. Brown Paper Bag of Hope

Jinx Removing is:
Grant - Guitar/Vox
Ross - Bass/Vox
Taylor - Drums/Background Vox

the Twenty-Four Pabsts in One Hour All Male Choir is:
Quinn "Get Your Ass Over Here We're Making a Rock Record!"Conley, Ian "Bonerface" Erection, Gunner "the Ladies Man for Ladies Under 18" Hoy. Ross "Rossybaby" Franklin, Taylor "Taterpig" Frost, and Grant "Grant" Geiger.

Who Shot JR? ep was recorded September 23rd through the October 1st in the year of 2007. It was recorded in Taylor's basement, Grant's dorm room, and Ian "B03nerfac3" Erection's basement (gang vocals at 3am...fuck yeah). It was then mixed and mastered by Mic-"Holy Shit!!! You have your nipple's pierced?!?!" B. at his lovely basement/bedroom beat-maker studio. This record was produced by Jinx Removing and only cost about two cases of Ice Cold PABST BLUE RIBBON. It was somewhat "un-officially" handed to Quinn "My Big Quinn is Bigger Than YOUR Big Quinn!" Conley for him to be the producer who gave us some ideas (like our sweet "faux-party" sounds). We also used Audacity and a little bit of CoolEdit Pro.

We would like to give special thanks to Big Quinn and the Broken Hearts Band, James, the FillingStation, Julia, Josie, Ian, Kelley, Taylor's roommates for putting up with our loud noises, Bomb the Music Industry!, Emily for taking pictures/video, Becca for taking document of our first show with pictures/video, Pabst Blue Ribbon, Tacobell, Mic-B, the Unlovables, Everyone who has helped us in any way shape or form, and most importantly - everyone who downloaded our ep/purchased a disc for a small donation. It's awesome that everyone has been giving us such great support and its amazing to be a part of this band. We really enjoy it and hopefully we can keep making more free shit before we split off and form our own side-projects. thanks again for downloading the ep, hopefully our bandwidth doesnt shit out.

- jinx removing
Awwwwwwwww shit...here come some lyrics....


Johnny Depp Was My Friend
as we're sailing the drunken seas, i feel a cool ocean breeze. as the cannons are apointed in a rivalry, i feel the disconnection between you and me. and i was there when you needed things, like what direction you should go with your life. but when i needed you you turned you back on my and now youre at my throat witha fuck knife.
and as the ships is a fucking sinking. not even the rats are hanging around so captain, captain, oh deceitful captain, i hope you fucking drown. in all your lies and all your bullshit. that just tore us all down, so captain, captain, oh deceitful captain, i hope you fucking drown!
some drunkend "whoas!"
and all those times, that you lied to me. but who really was the bad friend first? and as the cannons fire continuously, i feel that hostility between you and me. and we were there when you needed things, but then you fucked us over one by one. so as i take a swig of this bottle of rum, i swear this friendship is all done.
repeat chorus and those sweet "whoas!"
Stay in School and Drink Your Milk
(this was once uttered by the man known as Mr. T)
Airports highways and phonelines, were missing flights while we're missing eachother. Running for a year towards you and now i'm running in fear of losing you!
Are we breaking up? are we breaking up? it feels like we're breaking up
Others are watching from the outside, madly in love daily, you get me. Let's get away and go for a drive, leave this shitty world behind!
that pussy ass chorus.
Any other situation would have been perfect, timing is not our thing. Everything you said was flowing with your love, timing is not my thing.
the epic chorus.
(from a text message)
Maybe tonight was a bad night, but every thing's really awkward. It has been this way for a while, are we breaking up? are we breaking up?

the Criminality*
*high five if you catch some nice chris mccaughan references.*

as we lay here, entangled in these sheets, sweat and sex. trace your lips with my lips. my hand it grazes your hips. "traffic haze" circles in my mind with the thought of beer boobs and sex. trace your lips with my lips. your tattoos line by line.
and it's such a criminality of two hearts wanting to be but they're both trapped in entirely two different cities.
shut up train! can't you see shes sleeping? while im here listening to the sound of her light breathing? and when i've got no place left to where i can go. ill close my eyes and ill retreat to my weekend with madi o.
your drunken swagger, your drunken eyes they look so beautiful tonight. trace your lips with my lips, my hand it grazes your hips. so lets just lay here. yeah tell me what is on your mind. talk about world domination, ill laugh a little inside.
and ill tell you just how beautiful you look tonight. my lips will trace your lips, my heart will stutter a bit.
and madi o. dont you know youre not the only one thats hurting so? and i guess that you will always be the greatest criminality of two hearts wanting to be. but they're both trapped in. two different cities.
repeat that sweet, sexy chorus one more time. then chug a beer.
Too Tired To Protest
(or as Mic-B told us, "Too Tired to Play Tennis")
This is where well be relaxing of edge of life Kickin back and laughing at the passing time We can travel around never the same place twice Watch the sunset end falling into the night
And as we sit on this dirty couch day after day, You will turn to me, and I'll say I will stand with you forever from the start We can watch this world as it tears itself apart.
This is where we'll be five years from now Riding on this train not helping anything This is where we'll be ten years from this day Singing to keep the faith, trying to feel safe
I'm too tired to protest, I'm too busy to sing So lets sit back, and watch everything Be destroyed by desiese, famine and greed, We will watch the world fall apart. The solution is in the eyes of all the people who have gone blind The solution is in the hearts of all the people who are dying We are too fucking faithless to drop anything of importance Trying to feel safe, well were singing to keep the faith!
Take it Jeff!
This is where we'll be relaxing at the edge of life, Watch the sunset end.
Brown Paper Bag of Hope
*loud party noises. notice the really loud guy, thats Big Quinn...and that is really how he gets when there is a real party going on*
ive got a brown paper bag of hope, six shots to get it right. if not its going to be, another wasted friday night! (sometimes we yell "whew!" of "fuck!")
face down in the gutter read the epitaph as alchol poured like rain into this fucking mouth of a pain. where a face was left red, bruised and fucking slapped. baby, you havnt seen the best of me yet.
well i got a brown paper bag of hope, five shots to get it right. if not this is going to be, another wasted friday night. down one more, look whos at shot number four! make room maybe ill pass out here on the floor. i dont know whos counting but these drinks they just, keep on a flowin. with false hope and vague misconception, baby i think this might be the ennnnnnnd-ah.
(more party noises, listen to taylor...he says some classic shit in here)
ive got a BROWN PAPER BAG OF HOPE! ONE SHOT TO GET IT RIGHT, IF NOT ITS GOING TO BE, ANOTHER WASTED FRIDAY NIGHT!

all songs by Jinx Removing...if you steal them, Ross will hunt you down and force you to do bad things. as rumor has it, his dick smells like tears. thanks again for your interest in our ep...hopefully more will be on the way..and yes, billy, they will be free. unless we abandon our ideals, which a major label can easily do with a cool mil.