The Repeats"T" 5 Inch Album Notes:The fifth of six (limited edition) autographed colored CDs packaged in flying discs. What's a 5 Inch? We're glad you ask! Basically it's a 7 inch released on CD. For all you kids out there to young to remember. There was a time before iPods and iTunes when you couldn't wait to stick a needle in the groove of that 45 rpm virgin vinyl from"insert your very most favorite band here" just to hear the B side that wasn't being played on the radio. So we thought hey, lets put some fun back into being a fan! We've decided to release six of these so called 5 inches. Each one a different color, autographed and packaged in flying discs. Oh yeah we almost forgot the coolest part, the interior photo of each booklet will combine to create a full-sized poster.The Repeats"T" 5 Inch Song Insights:11. TURN THE RADIO DOWN 1:37Isn’t it funny how we need to... just to parallel park?12. SCREEN SAVER 2:00An infinity of shooting stars to wish upon.The Repeats Story:Some of the more refreshing entertainment to come out of Minneapolis since The Mary TylerMoore Show. With sharp musical contrast, bright harmonies and a tint of glam. Their songsare like listening to two minute power pop episodes of Seinfeld without those funky bassinterludes.Meet The Repeats:Brian Eggen plays bass and sings backup vocalsPaul Kraft plays drums and sings backup vocalsAl Paul sings and plays guitarFor Booking and General Business Contact Alley Cat Habitat Records:Email: info@theRepeats.comPhone: (612) 870-9942Address: ACHRecords 424 W. 24th St. #102 Minneapolis, MN 55405Web: www.theRepeats.com www.AlleyCatHabitatRecords.comCredits:Recorded, Mixed and Mastered at: It's A Secret by Brad CassettoSynthesizers by Mach Foxc&p 2004 Alley Cat Habitat Records All Rights Reserved Manufactured In The USA ACHR 04052Lyrics:TURN THE RADIO DOWN:I turn the radio downNow I can hear myself thinkWhile trying to parallel parkI look behind my trunk before I hoodwinkThe smell of your breath off my mindThat after dinner mint scent before a glass of wineI turn the radio downNow I can hear myself thinkStill trying to parallel parkI guess that I’m to drunk to even drinkThe taste of your tongue off my mindThose fresh wet licked lips pressing mineI turn the radioI slap the sight of your smile off my mindThat grin fell between those cracks you called beauty linesI turn the radioSCREEN SAVER:Staring at the stars on your screen saverThat lack luster with even less flavorThough you could taste them allAnd lick them right where they fallOr make a wish on oneBefore it ever burns your tonguePicking at the scars I leftOn the right side of your deskYou could knock right on topOf simulated wood grain for luckYou could double cross your heart and hope to die in your sleepOr better yet shove a needle through everybody’s eyes and deepWhose ever said to you that true love is blindAnd then laugh like hell because they cant use their eyes