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Angels' Trumpets​/​Devils' Trombones

by Brass Hysteria!

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1.
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
2.
DeathBound 03:13
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
3.
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
4.
3rd & Hazel 04:03
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
5.
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
6.
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
7.
Juggernaut 03:57
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.
8.
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
9.
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
10.
Black Bayou 03:29
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
11.
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
12.
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
13.
Prologue 01:21
14.
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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released July 1, 2011

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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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