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  • The physical release of the "Roberta" EP comes as a paperback chapbook, featuring:

    -Download of "Roberta" EP
    -A 30-page short story, entitled "Lifers," written by Dalton Deschain, focusing on Roberta and tying in directly with the lyrical narrative of the album
    -Lyrics
    -Illustrations by David Warpaint, animator for the "Freakshow" music video

    Includes unlimited streaming of Roberta via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
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      $5 USD or more 

     

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    Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.

    Also includes "Roberta" eBook, featuring a 30-page short story by Dalton Deschain, lyrics, and drawings by David Warpaint (PDF version also included).

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The first in a series of three EPs focusing on different characters in the larger Traveling Show horror-punk epic. Each will be released with a chapbook featuring a short story about the character, lyrics, and drawings. Every bandcamp download includes an eBook copy of the narrative, or purchase a physical paperback copy of the book on this page!

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released October 28, 2016

Recorded at Kill Infinity Studios and the Ice Plant
www.killinfinitystudios.com
www.theiceplant.com

Engineered by Dalton Deschain and Wayne Silver
Mixed and Mastered by Dalton Deschain

Written by Dalton Deschain & the Traveling Show

Dalton Deschain - Guitars, Vocals
Jo Kroger - Vocals
Craig Kierce - Guitars
Michael Kennedy - Bass
Phil Harris - Drums

Album artwork by Jacob Cooper

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Dalton Deschain New York, New York

Dalton Deschain & the Traveling Show are a pulp-punk band from NYC that tell stories loudly. Get ready for a weird-ass tale about circus freaks, nuclear war, and demonic possession that you can sing along to. Visit daltondeschain.com for details.

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Track Name: Freakshow
I wasn't born a freak,
I was born who I am.
The circus came later
When they couldn't understand.

To be born under punchlines
When all I want is to breathe
Turned out not quite what they wanted
Sold off at thirteen
And what a fuckin relief

I keep my anger in notebooks
And my passion on the stage
I sell out night after night after night after night
And every Sunday a parade
Come see me in the parade
Every Sunday a parade
Wish I could grab 'em all and say

That now that I'm who I want,
all anybody seems to want is to stare
The only monsters in the freak show
have paid to get their ass in those chairs.
I’m not a Sunday School lesson,
just decided not to live my life scared
The only monsters in the freak show
lurk in the closet under the stairs.

I found some love for the first time
She's as removed as myself,
Paired up we swim against the current
Like a couple mermaids from hell

I hear you call me Rob as in Robert,
That’s a mistake no that’s not who I am.
The bearded lady's what the barker calls me
But to you it's YES MA'AM
YES MA'AM
YES MA'AM
Track Name: Different Constellations
Please come and find me,
Once all the gawkers depart,
A day of being stared at, laughed at, spit on, catcalled,
And it made me want to lock up my heart

To everyone but you
You look at me the way that people are supposed to
Or that’s how it is in books,
To be honest, there’s not too many people I’m close to

Oh my little landslide, you know I love you even when you fall
And oh I, I want more than this world can provide,
But on our last day,
We’ll catch a glimpse of worlds of color and clay,
With different constellations in the summer sky.

Today a man came
And threw a brick at the stage
The one thing they leave out when they say to be yourself
Is what the hell to do with all of that rage,
So I give it all to you

We turn it into something we can use in your bedroom
And the lions roar
From their pen next door
And I stare up at the ceiling from our canvas on the floor
And maybe there’s a universe much closer than I think
Where I’m allowed to be myself without always feeling like a freak,
but it’s only just a dream,
Just a stupid fucking dream dream I tell you,

Oh my, my lucky cat’s eye
I know you love me even when I fall
And oh I, I’d like the honor of being your bride
And every night
We'll get to dream of worlds of oceans and light
With different constellations in the summer sky.

And when you tell me "my father never wanted me,"
I never know just how to react,
And when you tell me “I’ve been a lot of girls I’m not proud of,"
How many times I gotta tell you I don’t care about your past,
You tell me “I’m dangerous, I’m a runner babe"
I tell you that I’m pretty quick myself,
And when you tell me “I don’t deserve somebody to love me,"
I tell you that I’ll never run away

That I'll never run away

Oh my, my little landslide
You know I love you even when you fall