1. |
Immaculate Consumption
02:51
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Come forth my children and I’ll shout you a song
Of a mindless nation where nothing is wrong
If one's individuality equals transcendence
Why are we cast aside for our own independence?
Come forth my children and bear me a witness
Of a mindless nation somber and listless
If London called, no one picked up the phone (Whoa)
Nothing changes as history has shown
Diggin a shallow grave for this outlaw heart
Bearin’ an earthly weight on this outlaw heart
Monsanto’s breeding the next agri-famine
A sepia world to reexamine
If it’s just the alpha and the omega
Then fuck it! We're better off dead
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2. |
DeathBound
03:13
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Well, we enrolled in Accounting 202
Prerequisites? We had a few
But we didn't know what we got into
Until the drop date was over
Craziest teach we'd ever met
Few cards short of a full deck
With a thick Locrian accent
She was livin' la vida loca
The quizzes were hard, the tests harder
We should've kept up and studied smarter
When we were tardy, we got retarder
Even on homework, we choked up
The teacher refused to curve grades
Office hours were of no aid
Our failing scores were our graves
Into the final test, we thought
We won't get out of this alive
Our GPAs hit 1.5
If there's a chance to flee the hive
Cuz otherwise we won't survive
Stumblin' home from downtown
Four of us laughed and joked around
In front of the cops, we fell down
We told them we'd be home STAT
Little did we know, that soon
We would sing a new tune
Three blocks later, six goons
Called out "fuck you guys!" Oh snap
Juan of us had a fighting itch
He retorted, "fuck YOU, bitch!"
All of a sudden, we were pitched
With ten fists and a wood bat
It was a beat down, no fair fight
Six against four who were drunk? Right...
So far away from the cops' light
Only idea my brain could make:
Well we boarded the red-eye to L.A.
To show up in court the next day
The Korean mob did a crime wave
And we were the only witness
Up into the midnight sky
Panic attacked, we were flying high
Vipers and cobras of every size
Dropped down like gifts on Christmas
Two lovers were bit in the Mile-High Club
A boa constricted the British chub
Coach was rowdier than an Irish pub
At least the serpents had missed us
A king and a conda killed the crew
Moccasins got the pilots too
Into a nosedive we flew
Even survivors'll get graves
(1) Like a lobster in a boiling pot
and the water is simmering hot
Well I say lets give it the best we got)
(2) Like a runaway truck with no breaks
Going down the hill without checking was a mistake
Well lets try for goodness sake
(3) Like a baby in a microwave
That’s right, like a baby in a microwave
The parents are gone, the sitters asleep
And there’s no way we’ll be saved
(4) Like a frat turd on 5 ‘n I
Like a ska band after ‘95
Like Barwyck on a carnival ride
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3. |
Manhattan Transfer
05:19
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I’ve got one foot in the grave
And another on the floor
A fist full of Washington’s
And I’m headed…out the door
Gonna dive into a dive
And dive into some more
A cold Pale crashes
Like an ocean to the shore
Those spirits got me in a stranglehold
As if a handshake to the hair
I can out run that devil’s stare
Aubrey can shake the right martini
Jim knows how to drop fries right for me
And while my bellies up at the bar
Becky can open the best PBR
Sometimes last call sounds like a whisper
Sometimes I find it hard to stomach this mixture
Of that special bourbon tincture
This Manhattan transfer speaks nuclear winter
Cinnamon drink, with heart in hand
We begin to mobilize for something grand
As if pissing into a sea of piss
We narrowly escape Caligula’s fist
Arms rose high in sky to torch
Bourbon fuels an island to scorch
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4. |
3rd & Hazel
04:03
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You wake up with a heavy head
From the demons crawling out of your bed
Nightmares of affliction on your mind
And your skin peeled to the rind
You see I’m the ghost you always feared
Of escape you hold so dear
But I won't be your escape
From Oblivion
Or the sea of fear you're running from
Do androids dream?
Do androids dream of electric sheep?
Asphalt coffins entomb the meek
Well you’ve solidified your parents' debt
With six long years hung next to your regret
Nightmares of your mind tapout
A shallow life ruled by drought
Twenty-five years with no where to go
Make everyone happy so you crawl back home
So lay down and rest in peace
As a love labors lost decease
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5. |
Atomic Colonic
03:04
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Setting sleeping giants ablaze
A novel young blood to spill and crave
Torching the town as candles ignite
Cast him aside with all of your might
Their entropy is ecstasy, and chaos is order
A sublime madness that sees no border
So bite my ass and pull my horn
A wrinkle in time for a savior’s born
This is a rusty trombone
As history has shown
And if you don’t cover your ass
Your shit will be blown
Pull up a seat to the filthy knave
He’ll cut you to ribbons and spit on your grave
Angels to sing and no one to write
And taffy arms the bipartisan plight
A knee-high wall of brick and mortar
Step right over for the same world order
So bite my ass and pull my horn
A wrinkle in time for a savior’s born
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6. |
Quest For The Blue Kazoo
04:15
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Generations past have told us about the blue kazoo
It was Blue's, now it's Gold's, this is where our story unfolds
Two young heroes emerge who know where the treasure lies
In the softball field's home plate, now we just cannot wait
(To start the) Quest for the Blue Kazoo
We'll steal it back from Gold, saying "doo doolidoo doo"
Our journey's in the name of Camp Blue
Cuz then it'll be our Blue Kazoo
Well, we hiked along the road that passed the Vista Lodge
Big trucks and Chryslers we had to dodge
'Til we found Koll field with the padded trees
We crept on hands and knees
'Til we finally saw it, the Blue Kazoo
Underneath Home Plate, now what the heck do we do?
At the next home run we made a desperate dash
Lifted up the plate and grabbed it fast
We got our Blue Kazoo
We stole it back from Gold, saying "doot doolidooli doo"
Our quest was in the name of Camp Blue
And now it is our Blue Kazoo
Well, we got the Blue Kazoo, then headed back
To Camp Blue, but we got attacked
By the softball players and their bats
And mitts and kids and relatives
We got the whole Camp Gold chasin' us on our heels
As we scampered back through those grassy fields
But when we reached the honk sign, they revealed
That fifty more blocked our path, we said
Help, I need somebody
Help, not just anybody
Help, we really need someone named Chuck Norris!
Chuck Norris drove up in his bulldozer
Pushed away all those Gold campers
While his flying bear took us back to Camp Blue
(That was our) Quest for the Blue Kazoo
We got help from Chuck Norris! and his flying bear too
Our journey was in the name of Camp Blue
And now, once again, it's our Blue Kazoo
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7. |
Juggernaut
03:57
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The night has come
The day goes opaque and I'm afraid you've mistaken
Your boy is gone
Into the shadows to life and death matters.
The time has come for the clouds to turn black
Creatures of light bleed out their last
The trees all shiver, the moon cracks a grin
Emotioned life will quiver and there'll be no whim
To save them.
Its never felt so long and drawn out
Time's moving nowhere I'll never get out
Of today, where everyones a fucking critic
with something stupid they have to say
Escape to the darkness where only the worthy can play
Well nobody runs with there eyes open anymore
Recklessly bouncing off trees
Then you’re consumed by mere flowers
With each and every hour I find something new
Something new and stupid to be proud of.
Chucks hit the ground running faster than sound
across the border
A juggernaut bounding by the longitudes
in their western order
With every step I'm kickin up gravel
And pickin up speed gotta get into the battle mentality
But my reality catches me
I can't outrun the horizon.
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8. |
Skabilly Betty
04:06
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Ever since I thought I was young
I lived for life, and fought for #1
Then I ran into this graveyard queen
She taught me that there’s
More to life than just me
So now I’m older, just a little bit smarter
Not stumbling through life
And my futures looking brighter
I’m steady, I’m ready, to cut this life’s tape
With my Machete
Skabilly Betty so heavy low low
Skankin’ and a Twist’n at the Skabilly show
Jet-black hair frames her face
Pretendin’ she belongs in a classic place
So now I sit here in the grass
Knowing if I want things done
I gotta pull myself by the bootstraps
And feeling sorry for yourself
Doesn’t make any sense
People tend to gravitate to confidence
So now I’m older, just a little bit smarter
Not stumbling through life
And my futures looking brighter
I’m steady, I’m ready
To cut this life’s tape
With my Machete
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9. |
Train Trumps All
04:46
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I play my trumpet loudly,
even louder than I shout
And if you challenge me,
I’ll blow your fucking eardrums out
But there’s one almighty horn to which I won’t stand up and fight
It’s shinin’ like a diamond and it wakes me in the night with its
Shrill, shrill whistle piercing through my bones
And the ground starts rumblin’ as it takes control
The headlight blinds my eyes, the vortex makes me fall
Yeah my trumpet’s pretty loud, but the train trumps all
Well, startin’ late from two flat tires,
our trouble ran in spades
We stopped short at the crossroads with a twenty-minute wait from the
Shrill, shrill whistle piercing through our bones
And the ground starts rumblin’ as it takes control
The headlight blinds our eyes, the vortex makes us fall
Well we pedal to the metal, but the train trumps all
Paul thought he was such an ace, he tried to jack my queen
I said “hey Paul, hands off my girl,” and he looked mighty mean
“I’ll kick yer ass and win her heart, now whatcha think ‘bout that?”
So we got our knives around midnight and
sparred on th’ ol’ train tracks where the
Shrill, shrill whistle pierces through my bones
And the ground starts rumblin’ when it takes control, I should have folded this hand,
why’d I have to call??
We better end this soon cuz the train trumps all
Right on the flop Paul’s aim was straight and his blade was flush and true
I got a pair of jabs in but he beat me black and blue
He turned me down in a river of blood and said “Son, you’re outta luck”
He drew a club and bashed my skull and then his foot got stuck just as the
Shrill, shrill whistle pierced right through our bones
And the ground started rumblin’ as I did a barrel roll
Those wheels of death ground him up while I inched and crawled
Yeah, Paul won the fight but the train trumped Paul
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10. |
Black Bayou
03:29
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Steeped in the deep black blood of night time
(they cover the streets)
Fur trench coats and burning feline eyes
(control territories)
Out roaming for midnight games?
Or is this official duty?
You see what you need squeaking inaudibly
Feel it's unsuspecting heartbeat...
Exquisite time and release
The chase is on but it won't last too long
Bo-jangles best start to pray
His little body wriggles
Naughty kitty keeps him locked down in the middle
of his fore claw so as to play.
Boredom sets in as the squeak toy gets limp
Blood and pride drip from your face
We get to play God for a minute then we find out at the finish
The predator always becomes the prey.
Oh what could you do?
You didn't see it right behind you.
When the car attacks..
dead in tracks...
Let's hope that 9-lives is true
For cats on the bayou
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11. |
Misunderstandings
03:53
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I have to say of all the things in life that perplex me
The most unpredictable are the ones
that curve from the closest hands
And all you can say is excuse me my dearest friends
But I can't find a clue of what I did to you
To make you change that way
So I seclude myself in my bedroom
Emotions like pong off the walls
Ricochet the madness
The phrase "hold your tongue,"
Is simply meant because there are just some
words that can't be wiped clean by saying sorry
It just doesn't change anything
And so I'll presume you will follow suit
and leave me in the cold alone
Like the days before I knew what friendship really was
A jug of wine and 20 minutes
And I rebuild the structure and I regain my brother
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12. |
Schlitz & Solitude
04:38
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He wants booze in his brain, a soggy patron saint
Wandering around keeping his gutters clean.
Adorned a suit ripped to shreds
When most are bundled up in bed
He’s out battling his demons
Erratically waving his hands, an irrational defense
Against the invisible man trying to steal his hard-earned car of cans
Well he spent all his university years
In one very disruptive and lonely semester of tears
And then he left for good
Police come to hassle him over a joint
Patience is now wearing thin
Teenagers rip all the things from his arms
Sad as they laugh no good Samaritan
Balancing arguments deep in his head
No one could have guessed what he said
He said "you don't know me but I once was you"
He screams at the pavement, responding that he hates it
Stone must carry solid argument
A sort of jester if you meet him
Claims Hollywood'll be calling
Its all a bed he made himself amidst his daydreaming
An ironic musing
But not so much amusing as a story that’s not so funny in the end
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13. |
Prologue
01:21
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14. |
Zombie Surf Party
04:59
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A lonely mad scientist in the dead of night
A cold winters chill never felt so right
You see this mad scientist had something brewed
He knew it was hellaceous for me and you
Dr! Bones rose from his grave
The airtight coffin left him unscathed
He found himself lost in the mist
Looking for that evil mad scientist
B! This ain’t Raccoon City
Or the Crossroads Mall
R! When there’s no room left in Hell
The dead will crawl
A! So put the rude in the rude boy
S! Skank to the ska
S! You know those angels trumpets
And devils trombones are gonna call BRASS HYSTERIA!
That Queasy Weasel leading The Helltone Three
Playing those Horns as loud as can be
Angels Trumpets and devils trombones
Calling out to depths unknown
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Brass Hysteria! Chico, California
Steeped in the deep black blood of nighttime, Brass Hysteria! takes the best qualities of ska, bluegrass, rockabilly and punk. Their on stage antics, versatility as an acoustic street band and amplified band makes them a force to be reckoned with.
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