"I'm not too much of a mic controller."
"Joe's riff still ends this."
Dave does the Circle 9 lyrics.
"Fucking Plummer took a picture of the Abbey."
"This is by far the wackiest overdubathon we done."
"They were engraved in his soul deep in his consciousness."
"Nobody gives a shit!"
At around 40 minoutes the fellas engage in a lengthy discussion in regards to Metallica's relevance.
"St Agner."
"Why are we going on about Metallica?"
58:00 the genisi of "The Tale Of the El Camino."
PARANOID
I'm a paranoid sucker 'cause I know they're out to get me
And my fists with a wish for a laid back twist
And surviving turned to thriving turned to starving turned to what
In an icon fractured clog bogged down when it's found
All around a different town or city dwelling yelling nothing
At an existential fog or bog or something else entirely
Or a laser or a frog toed sloppy domed slow burn
Other sucker looser with a punch a bunch of these here
Unrehearsed gems floating down again but then again
A friend has other needs feed iambic tantric greed
Got a surfing webbed foot soot choked smoke it up
Smoke it up suck it down don't cough cough cough
Been a jealous zealous fool guy why fry wide eyed
Sky up below or throw the other one again or then
Did I say she was a friend when or then is when again
How's now let it go or else it bows so here we go
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Man she leans and she dips and she drinks and she strips
And she swerves and she curves and she knows and she glows
But she hears and she nears and she queers and she lears
When she lunges and she plunges and she hinges and she plummets
As she cries and she lies and she flies and she sighs
If she knows and she grows and she slows and she flows
If she was or she must or she's just or she's rust
When she flips and she dips and she rips and she sips
As she kisses and she misses and she hisses and she disses
Then she fucks and she sucks and she trucks and she mucks
For she screams and she dreams and she beams and she reams
And she straps and she naps and she raps and she straps
'Cause she fights and sh's right and she's might and she's night
And she's day and she's here and she's far and she's near
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When the paranoia took me like a volcano it shook me
The tsunami was a birthrite and the actress got the words right
If it ever didn't happen then I thought it maybe might
If there ever was a doubt it wasn't right
My soliloquy is broken like a wrestling gimmick
My cantankerous mind failed to lure or to mimic
Felt betrayed when she stayed and bereft when she left
Felt a cringe become a frown and I put that sucker down
If there ever was a modern one it never came to me
If there ever was another one to see
Back it up now you're good cut it hard tap the brake
Slake the thirst you're the worst kiss the night
Float above the fray
Let it go.
Dave - guitars, vocals, mandolin, banjo
Brian - bass, engineering, mixing
Andy - drums and percussion
Ian - mastering
"Another pantsless Thursday."
Yoko stops by.
"Get in your El Camino T.A.R.D.I.S."
The story of Gus the stray cat.
The story of the Hotel Shipwreck Journal.
"Comfort is for the weak."
*SPOILER ALERT* Stranger Things 2 21:00-24:00.
SHE'S DAWN
Here's a story truth be told
Of woebegone fortuneless bold
And shattered minds on ecstasy
Caressing and so endlessly
And through the meanings of the pines
As underground as concubines
A harem made of robot parts
Conveyed through trays of structure hearts
Grappled over and then some
Sucking on my fucking thumb
Pleased the barker lies be sought
Fissured lives of astronauts
And then she said "You're all dismissed."
With kisses made from mountain mist
She's Dawn she fucking floats in the sky
She's Dawn she's always higher than high
She's Dawn recycled from a myth
She's Dawn a modern sarcophogus
As I knelt I felt her scent
Fucked her in her covenant
Would she bless me with a kiss
Or a fateful unnamed bliss
Sanctioned by a godless ton
As it was it's kind of fun
What again was then it ain't
Can't remember no complaints
Did the anniversary
Give a gift of common glee
Punctured wounds that bled of silk
Fractured by the mother's milk
Stranded on a nearby shore
Booked tonight forever more
chorus
Dave - vocals, guitars
Brian - bass, engineering, mixing
Andy - drums
Ian - mastering
A major songs - 3 in a row!
Song with the pauses.
This song was written in an alcoholic haze.
4:30 Brian's interpretation.
6:00 The reason the switch came from suites to songs.
8:00 The fellas address addiction and opiates.
All the kids in construction are pillheads.
15:40 Slobberbone mention.
Prince's SIGN OF THE TIMES movie is how Brian and Dave wanted to do the live show for the first half of THE BIG OPERA.
20:00 Office of corrections office: John and Yoko wee not married when she sang on "The Continuing Story Of Bungalow Bill."
21:00 Brian's latest Rickenbacker story.
IT'S ONLY JUST A GAME
Midlife crisis in prescription pills but the buffer never came
Fallen swords flown free form faster but they all just sound the same
It's only just a game
Got no witness call our misdeeds
Over by the dawn
Catch a glimpse of something better
Blink and then it's gone
Let the meaning of the words
Get scrambled by the dregs
Give a sense of meaningless
An arm and two new legs
It's only just a game.
I went before the tribune and I stammered my defense
Got a playful greeting said the sentence recompense
Kiss me twice but fool me never where'd she put the key
Get them handcuffs melt 'em down and then
Just give them back to me
It's only just a game
It's more than just a game
Dave - guitar and vocal
Brian - bass, engineering, mixing
Andy - drums
Ian - mastering
Brian is dapper looking tonight!
1987 was a good year for music.
"We ripped Fugazi off a lot."
A little podcast talk with Kelsi to start things off.
From the office of corrections office: James Paul McCartney.
"We always have people down here who have better careers than us."
Santa Labrada update!
LPJ is not a Les Paul Junior?
17:00 John Lennon reference.
17:40 Clutch reference.
19:00 Kelsi's pedals including "tiny delay."
"I had a couple light bulb moments."
24:00 Piano talk!
25:00 Joe Gallagher reference.
"They spit shined it up."
Rock and roll misogyny.
"Two name Hs."
37:00 Santa Labrada history
ANOTHER SPOT
Right time it's a long time to be waiting
But I don't mind
Quite fine another time to let go
Shrinking 'cause I'm thinking that I'm blinking
At reality
I got another spot in my soul
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Seen you in your glory will you sell me
For a story
You got a b-line to my soul
Gift me with your loving or
Thrift me from above when
I got another spot in my soul
Dave - guitars and vocal
Brian - bass, engineering, mixing
Andy - drums
Ian - mastering
"Dawn City's in Atlantis."
The fellas go almost immediately into the Antedilluvian theories of the "fringe thinkera" and thoughts about Gobeckli Tepi and the multiverse.
The earth is music.
At around 22:00 Colleen drops by to talk about Santa Librada's new record.
Dave shows Brian his thoughts for the look of the character of Remote Control coming up in Act 13 Space & Time.
"I love that she's got pierced boobs. It's like a goth-steampunk version of Mad Max stuff."
Star Wars at 26:00
"Dude Egypt is fucking bonkers."