1. Abe Lincoln Blues
2. Death In America
3. Andersonville
4. An Educated Man
5. Sherman's March
6. Appomattox Courthouse
7. Long Walk Home
8. Risin' Outlaw
9. Rosa Parks Waltz
10. Fandango/Moai Reprise
00 - "Kiss the Snake"
05 - "The 'Dennis Era' is lone gone and the 'Brian Era' has eased in over EUTAW STREET.
10 - "...Burning every bridge that came our way."
12 - Engineered by Mike Rippe.
20 - "A lot of shit was fucked up in this country."
25 - "It's beyond bonkers."
30 - "He gets sucked in by the grand sweeping tides of history."
35 - The story of Brian's bass part in "CSS Virginia" is told.
40 - "...Big ole mournful cou ntry rock power ballad."
45 - "They're a hindrance to menow."
50 - "...The ancient pre war fire dance."
55 - 60 - The fellas go over the CD credits.
1. Moai
2. Freedom Africa
3. Fort Sumter Breakdown
4. Rebel Stand
5. You Reap What You Sow
6. CSS Virginia
7. Miss Kathryn
8. Cheyenne Reverie
9. JEB
10. Picket's Charge
11. Kiss the Snake
00 - "My Oh My"
05 - "We scanned the barcodes, yo."
10 - "Blood allover the place."
15 - "Put It In Your Butt" off of THE DREAD PIRATE DIABLO
20 - The story of busking at Fell's Point on Preakness Day
25 - How to approximate a bullwhip sound with two 2x4s AND a shout out to Dana -HEY, DANA!
30 - Andy Och's favorite tack is the Chris Plummer phone call.
35 - "We were using the slap boards from Porky's slap."
40 - "This is the only Circle 9 record with a denouement, 'Love Lois.'"
45 - What songs do Brian and Dave want played at their respective funerals?
50 - Dave and Bri pitch their Netflix show baxsed on this album.
55 - "The alley giveth and the alley taketh away."
60 - Eutaw Street Pilot Pitch
1. My Oh My
2. Roaches
3. Hey, Fuckhead
4. David Koresh's Last Words
5. Update
6. Suzi's Not a Virgin Anymore
7. Chris's Phone Call
8. Hogneck
9. Song To Kass
10. Tale Of Souls
11. Love, Lois
Brian adds to his encyclopedic take upon the intertwined nature of good ole B'more players.
1. Stars and Bars
2. Let's Smoke Some Reefer.
3. Drivin' Again
4. Day To Day
5. To Be a Badass
6. Joh MacKaye Am I
7. Open Road
8. Let Me Plug Your Product
9. Home Is Home
10. Dirty Shame
11. Piano
Dave Linantud - guitars and vocals
Brendan Tobin - bass, engineering, mixing, mastering
Ryan Bowen - drums
LOVE AND HATE
Love and hate
Congregate
Celebrate
Love and Hate
THE BALLAD OF DAWN AND REMOTE CONTROL
Dawn don't feel so good
'Cause nothing's understood
And she's been wasting time
And she's been forced to find a new time
Barely holding on
Tracking footsteps in the rain
Of a darkness spawned
Never going home again
She's insane
Midnight's broken
The highway's spoken
"I don't have a soul"
Thought Remote Control
Heaven's cruelest joke
Crossroads sign is broke
Dawn breathes reprieves
Remote just eaves
Dawn burns best at night
When she feels it's right
From her flows a glory
Hellkind's meanest story
Dawn wakes up beneath Remote Control
Knows that she's there just to play her role
Naked oozing love she becomes night
Leaves her drooling walks out through the night
To the show
Remote Control never will wake up
Dawn's spent ashes combust and erupt
Become one with everything and sing
Desperate for the hope tomorrow brings
To the show
FREAKS IN THE MAINSTREAM
She's reading Dharma Bums
Preaching with a gun
Haiku in the sun oh my sweet Jesus
Flower petal burns
Crash a sharp right turn
Nothing's what you earn when you're in pieces
Maybe she met you
Made you join her crew
Poetry for you that's nothing special
Crack the whip and dash
Where the sorrows clash
Happiness is what she did embezzle
Naked on the TV screen
Dawn hit the mainstream
I saw her on the magazine
Freak in the mainstream
Everybody's angst
Is all but a prank
Payed by you on you in times of vigor
Dogma by the ton
Everyone got one
Shouting it about al full of rigor
So be a Dharma Bum
Suck your goddamn thumb
Curl into a ball that's like a fetus
Where's her zen cash crew?
They don't know what to do
Baby, we just need someone to lead us
Give me fish I'm on my knees
Freaks in the mainstream
I saw her on the magazine
What does it all mean?
THE LIGHT
And when the lights go down
We're lying naked on the ground
And when the lights come up
We mean to interrupt
And when the light does bend
Then we're you're only friends
And when the light does fade
We sing our serenade
SINKITTUP
In my fantasy dance billions
Chilling in a skinless ville
Come forth and feel the beating of the drums
When orgasmic screams of passion
Happen and the waves crash at
A distant forest fire that's just the sun
In an ancient land a man stood motionless
He called forth all the powers of the devil
To his hand
In a modern time cry people looking for a savior
Find the strength to live
You got it
Form a band
Sinkittup
War torn like a tenement
It's all a big experiment
There ain't no wrong or right when you hate god
Evil seeps like rotting corpses
Lectured on in college courses
Piling up as if it were not odd
Sinkittup
Underneath the circus tent
There sits a man his back is bent
And in his hand his only son he holds a knife
He says "hey, son, go on and do
the job it's just begun
and slice the trapeze rope it's all, yeah, just a life"
Sinkittup
Inside a cab a slab of meat
Drives aimless through the city streets
He works for nothing gunfight all the time
Then one fine day he snaps
And wraps his hand around a nine and zaps
A gas and go quadruple murder crime
Sinkittup
Walls of water feed corruption
Deconstructed interruptions
Naked timeless tunnels of the soul
Band and pop and cry
The sky shines on newborn forgotten son
To teenage momma born from rock and roll
Sinkittup
THE VACUUM OVERTURE
Welcome to the Vacuum
A song for all the hearts that are departed
Welcome to the vacuum
JUDGEMENT DAY
Walking through ancient Rome everything's the same
So I turn my back to the riverbed and children and their games
Hello, friends, I'm here to please to break the wickid ways
Life's a myth and so is this and so is judgement day
I seen too soon another swoon running from a gun
I felt the world shrivel up hell I'm only having fun
Interviewing Dawn on judgement day
Subadai took Europe's sons and put them in a grave
Built a world on top of them vanished in the haze
The Khan he sighed 'cause he was bored and turned his mind to east
Crushed their souls, drank from bowls, took pleasure in the feast
Interviewing Dawn on judgement day
"What you done?" asked Caesar's son and plunged the knife in deep
The Gallic ones were slaughtered by the Roman Nobilise
Nobody lived to tell the tale history turned her back
IRL for you and me it started in Iraq
Interviewing Dawn come judgement day
WELCOME TO THE VACUUM
A song for al the hearts that are departed
A prayer for those who never got it started
A valentine for all the broken hearted
A joke for all the bitterness departed
A blindman's leap into a void suggestion
A glimpse of hope for all thoise in depression
No answer to the everlasting question
Bask, become a target, no regression
Welcome to the vacuum
WORLD LEVITATION
If the world were perfect the dodo would live
Brotherhood and sisterhood woud be the words to give
Laughter would float endlessly up through a tearless sky
Giant trees would shade a peace that never says "goodbye"
In a world levitation
Don't stand in line to find regeneration in all human kind
You need no explanation
Feel free to see reality and be for what you want to be
Although I know the show won't start
Take aim and touch my bleeding heart
If the world were perfect I wouldn't lose my keys
War would be a rhyme for door and there would be no need for peace
A skinless man and woman would be all that we would need
Money would be funny and we'd all say "what is greed?"
But all the time my optimism fades
And I get too hung up to struggle for the shade
The world seems so unkind
Build the nerve to climb out of this hole
If the world were perfect I wouldn't sing this song
If the world were perfect we'd be one big dancing throng
In a world levitation
CRY FORGOTTEN ONES
Packed in the slave ship side by side
The slave ship Captain enjoy the ride
They bought and sold him flesh on leash
From his home on the African beach
And they trade his heart for gold
What the white man sold
The war was fought bondage gone
1860s protest song
General Lee to MLK
Elvis Presley in the USA
And the time she rumbles on
Hatred not long gone
And she knows what she knows
At he dawn of our millennium
Bottled water and titanium
Packed in the ghetto side by side
His father owned his father they're side by side
Neither one can make the rent
Hatred raging action spent
Cry forgotten son
CRY ON
I can walk away disgusted
It ain't us against them
It's us against us
It's friend against friend
So you know everything
So you have got it done
So your world will live on
Cry forgotten son
Your world is so mapped out
From what your father planned
Smile at the face of sickness
It bites the other hand
'Cause your world ain't my world
But my sun is your sun
And I guess that it always was
Cry forgotten ones
YOUR WORLD AIN'T MY WORLD
Your world ain't my world
Killing for your god
Written in the scriptures
Your word is a lie
People work and people play
People sing and people dance
People love and people hate
People live and people die
Your world ain't my world
Dave Linantud - guitars and vocals
Brian Lutz - bass, engineering, production
Wilmer Berry - drums
Joe Gallagher - spiritual assistance
Ian Burke - mastering and sound effects
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1. Another Spot from Act 11 Dawn City
2. Paranoid from Act 11 Dawn City
3. Won't You Come Back Home from Act 12 Westward
4. Town To Burg from Act 12 Westward
5. Hey, Groupie from Act 12 Westward
6. Fund the Triumvirate from Act 12 Westward
7. Remote Control from Act 13 Space and Time
8. Let Her Know from Act 13 Space and Time
9. Seven from Act 13 Space and Time
10. Portal from Act 13 Space and Time
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Act 11 Dawn City and Act 13 Space and Time
Dave Linantud - guitars, vocals, mandolin, banjo
Brian Litz - bass, engineering, mixing
Andy Och - drums and percussion
Ian Burke - mastering
Act 12 Westward
Dave Linantud - guitars, vocals, banjo
Brian Lutz - bass, engineering, mixing
Wilmer Berry - drums
Ian Burke - mastering
1. Meltdown from Act 9 Atlantis
2. The Roar Of the Drunken Gods from Act 9 Atlantis
3. Atlantis from Act 9 Atlantis
4. Karma Wrecker from Act 9 Atlantis
5. Frontline from Act 10 Battle
6. Hell On Earth from Act 10 Battle
7. Rust from Act 10 Battle
8. Meltdown Heavy from Act 10 Battle
9. Dawn City Overture from Act 11 Dawn City
10. Atom Bomb from Act 11 Dawn City
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Act 9 Atlantis and Act 10 Battle
Dave Linantud - guitars and vocals
Brian Lutz - bass, engineering,mixing
Sharon Santos - drums
Ian Burke - mastering
Act 11 Dawn City
Dave Linantud - guitars and vocals
Brian Lutz - bass, engineering, mixing
Andy Och - drums and percussion
Ian Burke - mastering
1. Epilogue from Act 6 Baby Blue
2. The Orphan from Act 6 Baby Blue
3. Tidalwaves from Act 7 Hopeless
4. Homeless from Act 7 Hopeless
5. Fuck the Herd from Act 7 Hopeless
6. All Fall Down from Act 7 Hopeless
7. How Do You Like That from Act 8 Breakdown
8. Crank It Up You Fucking Whores from Act 8 Breakdown
9. Edge City from Act 8 Breakdown
10. Highway Home from Act 8 Breakdown
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Act 6 Baby Blue
Dave Linantud - guitars and vocals
Brian Lutz - bass, engineering, mixing
Andy Och - drums and percussion
Ian Burke - mastering
Act 7 Hopeless
Dave Linantud - guitars and vocals
Brian Lutz - bass, engineering, mixing
C.J. Johnson - drums
Ian Burke - mastering
Act 8 Breakdown
Dave Linantud - guitars and vocals
Brian Lutz - bass, engineering, mixing
Wilmer Berry - drums
Ian Burke - mastering
1. The Glow from Act 1 Dawn
2. If I Die Tonight from Act 1 Dawn
3. Dreamgirl from Act 2 Angel White
4. Shadows from Act 2 Angel White
5. Desperation Waltz from Act 3 Old Man Blues
6. Disaster Time from Act 3 Old Man Blues
7. Dawn's Eulogy from Act 3 Old Man Blues
8. Baby Blue from Act 3 Old Man Blues
9. Bring the Mall from Act 6 Baby Blue
10 Why from Act 6 Baby Blue
Act 1 Dawn
Dave: guitars, vocals, bass
Brian: engineering, mixing
Ryan: drums
Drew: mastering
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Act 2 Angel White
Dave: guitars, vocals
Brian: bass, engineering, mixing
Ryan: drums
Rob: sax
Drew: mastering
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Act 3 Old Man Blues
Dave: guitars, vocals
Brian: bass, engineering, mixing
C.J.: drums
Ian: mastering
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Act 6 Baby Blue
Dave: guitars, vocals
Brian: bass, engineering, mixing
Andy: drums
Ian: mastering
o - What do we got here? Sunken treasure.
5 - Sorry to throw you on the train.
10 - Once you're in you can pretty much do whatever you want.
15 - I'm still kind of behind the train.
20 - Or as Ochster would say "Een."
25 - I know these words are English but I have no idea what they mean in that order.
30 - Where does the song take me?
Hey, this is a pretty good encapsulation of Brian and Dave's approach to recording and mixing.
Compress the atom Bomb!
0 - Theme is "The Glow."
5 - Gimme a beat!
10 - It's nice to be in this power trio that's gelled so nicely.
15 - I'd forgotten that he was Leonardo DiCaprio.
20 - Have you been to the Filmore before?
25 - I'd never seen Camper Van Beethoven.
30 - ...like the Who when they did the halftime show.
35 - It was beyond their capabilities.
40 - Utter horseshit so it's like...
45 - Like that roller skating Fugazi song!
50 - "I want to fuck her in the sand."
55 - My sexual luge maneuver.
0 - Today's theme is "Silver and Gold"
5 - Don't forget your anti-psychotics.
10 - And then we added so much stuff.
15 - If you're not learning something you're failing at life.
20 - I Haven't really checked my Facebook.
25 - Let's say the names while we're going to see if we remember them.
30 - You are a Split Lip Rayfield song!
35 - Jimmy here broke a string. What's the band going to do?
40 - If someone gets thrown into something where they're completely unfamiliar they just shut down.
45 - BRIAN'S ON THE COUCH!
50 - Vacalizing is what you call them noisy dogs.
55 - Shout out to the Viceland show HAMILTON'S PHARMACOPEIA.
Time is running out bellowing through the void
Desperate like a beggar methods then employed
Time is running out nebula's running in
Portal to the horizon portal to everything
Galaxial haze ignited
The ruse of the excited
Oft sore and yet delighted
The past was oversited
Time is running out on that we can agree
Dancing with the bohos under the glassened sea
Painting with the artists trusting reason not the gods
Fresh water color started the aforementioned lightening rod
From here to another planet
Through wormhole strings and granite
More fun if you don't plan it
Winged migrational bandits
HO
It's non sequitur season
I know that I have treasoned
I beg one for petition
Spectacular omission
Remote Control is restless she passes through the gate
Psychedelicottically a formal mass debate
Ain't no way for her to choose just where she's going to be
Close your eyes and wish her luck we're where we need to be
Time is running out space is running in
Portal event horizon nothing is everything
0 - Guess we're waiting for the Ecstasy to kick in.
5 - I whistle all the time.
10 - Attention Deficit Disorder Rock
15 - I am the plaster of Paris, the horse hair plaster that's holding to the lathe sticks.
20 - The ancient prewar dance far.
25 - Whatever the fuck Picard said.
30 - Elephantitis scrotum in a stew
35 - The ten year tenure
40 - Brian's on the couch!
45 - My BMI is off the chart.
50 - I'm just lucky that this program has so much shit in i.
55 - I hope this shoots a duck.
When she breaths again 7
When it's new, my friend, 7
When we feel it then, 7
Remote Control leaves
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How it's power taken freeform
How to know if flowers reborn
Can I see forever weeping
Found and found and found and creeping
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Which whatever wasn't freely
Or is amidst dregs kept neatly
Lifeless or worthless or worsely
Evenly unmatched subversely
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Confounding misuse of structures
Of meanings profundity quakes
Happenstance rendered illusion
Organized in pill form and flakes
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Motionless call forth the masters
Watch as they tremble and slurring
How like the others of fables
Unlike their rivals and cursing
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Undo the timeless guerillas
Fighting a self war of trusted
Timeless like oceans of legends
Forfeit succumb if we must not
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Til we meet again 7
Til it's new, my friend, 7
Til we feel it then 7
Now it's meant to bend 7
0 - What album's that off of?
5 - Crazy centric stuff
10 - We want to confuse people but not needlessly.
15 - ...when we were professionally putting out albums the way you're supposed to.
20 - This motherfucking El Camino is also Chitty Chitty Bang Bang.
25 - There're Henry Miller readings.
30 - Santa Labrada shout out.
35 - We gotta get that cup away from my hand.
40 - We always take a Monday off between acts.
45 - Make some more fiddly adjustments.
50 - The new CoC is amazing.
55 - I never called out of work before.
The glass desert red and blue purple and green
It's kicking up dust as it speeds and careens
The soldiers look on take their gas masks and gawk
'Cause it's rougher than diamonds uncut and in bulk
A space El Camino it travels through time
It shakes off the meaning of motion and rhyme
She drives it with nothing but guile and sublime
Shifts into gear and lets that sucker climb
The distance of the emperors shields them from blame
They regret the progress and strive to remain
But even the ivory towers do spy
The car with a truck bed as it whizzes by
chorus
The soldiers erupt in 3 cheers for the ship
She sparks up the motor and's letting her rip
She motions for the emperor to come have a sip
The soldiers all pause and conform to the grip
The V8 moans heavenly blessings of grace
It emanates more than the sum of this place
It vibrates an echo and leaves not a trace
She spits in the goddamn punk emperor's face
chorus
0:00 You're welcoming us to your podcast.
5:00 "I Ain't Got the Time" goes back to her.
10:00 The vocals may be a little hot.
15:00 How the fuck they do it I have no idea.
20:00 It's, like, 4th time's a charm.
25:00 We're producing all this crazy shit out of a sweatshop in a basement.
30:00 We'll get that done too. It's a lot of fun.
35:00 Maybe you can send her a message and ask her.
40:00 You make what you make.
45:00 I did that when I was a teenager.
50:00 You've done the hip hop route already.
55:00 They got washed away by the comet 12,000 years ago.
The air is a question an empty suggestion
Of unanswered pauses hinted at before
So see here it's beauty but some call it duty
She questions it rudely no different than before
Mistakes they don't mean nothing
At least she's learning something
She busts through Atlantis depressively manic
She curses the manna that's floating from the sky
The whole thing's an orgy all sweaty and largely
It's rooted in whispers and hinted in asides
You can call us worthless
Just don't call us mirthless
If she's a movie she's foreign and moody
And smoking tobacco meloncholically
She ain't wearing nothing emotions erupting
She's everyone's something periodically
I guess I hadn't listened but now I know it's christened
She seizes the meaning and renders it leaning
To absolutism poisoning itself
Narrative license has eaten the hyphen
Oh, god, let it ripen it's sitting on the shelf
And I ain't got the time
I ain't got the time
I just ain't got the time
I ain't got the time
Late night jazz dj says hello.
Captain Kirk shows up.
5 - We're happier. You're happier.
10 - I like him but I hate what he spawned.
15 - That part that sucks, you remember that part?
20 - Then when you record it you're just like "ugh."
25 - ("Drunken swagger" means waltz in C major.)
30 - So there's all this catching up and talking.
35 - Talk about ritual! There's a lot of ritual in absynthe.
40 - Speaking about how we operate down here...
45 - Say you're playing for the Tsar, you don't want to fuck up.
50 - Maybe it's narcissism.
Just so we're clear she's here to party so what
The war rolls on forever backdrop so what
Sing the song triumphantly while we're circling down the drain
So what
Another say another story so what
If we're all one then we are nothing so what
Feast upon the corpses of what truth it used to mean
And throw up
Remote Control she doesn't care she don't
Well she will say that air is air she won't
She might forget to not believe the lies she's hearing all the time
She don't
Dave - guitars and vocals
Brian - bass, engineering, mixing
Ochster - drums and percussion
Ian - mastering
Check it out! Friend of Society's Fringes Andrew Grimm stops by Possum Studios to shoot the shit with Bri and Davey. Basically the next June Star record is called EAST ON GREEN and it is rad as fuck. Believe it.