05  You guys were so tripping.

10  Holy shit!

15  I was very comfortable with doing three albums a year.

20  This is also the first song I did acting instead of a solo at the end.

25  ...Tripping balls animation with regular stuff.

30  I think it's been, like, four years.

35  It's like the Who...STEVE EARLE!

40  Highway home is the orphan.

45  ...Aah, sweet, sweet bass line.

50  I'm happy to have been a part of it, you know?

55  I was trying to be, like, "Ballad Of a Thin Man."

05  I thought we were listening to the thing.

10  This is still just the Elvis narrator.

15  Look how big it is!

20  That's fucking awesome!

25  Look, a hard topped jeep.

30  This was always one of my favorites.

35  I'm in charge.

40  Let me tell you what there's two dumb rednecks in a Ram next to me.

45  This a good one too.

50   Is that ironical?

55  I made omelets this morning.

60  Play it at Chuck E Cheese on the jukebox?

65  Just today.

70  I watch YouTube sometimes with mi iPad at work.

THE ORPHAN PART 2

FORSAKEN
(inst)

CRANK IT UP YOU FUCKING WHORES
Gone for good is what I'm getting
Death to me's a new direction
But I want to make myself just suffer
'Cause shit is all there is
Wishing crazy to me through the slumber
Slouching closely to restricted thunder
Crashed through motionless it becomes laughter
So crank it up you fucking whores
Let's talk about it
The seascape melts into a laughing flower
Slathered by gynecologic power
Flowing gushing forth like arms of plunder
And tripping balls just like the savior
Crank it up you fucking whores
Dave - guitar and vocal
Brian - bass and production
Wil - drums

EDGE CITY
The mushroom cloud is laughing meanest of all
A nervous breakdown squirting right out my balls
The seed is spitting it means nothing at all
I'm at Edge City and I'm starting to crawl yeah
The ashen necklace of a painted face weeps
Subconsciously I want to drown in the streets
Depression's going to take the edge off of me
I'm peaking now but wait 'til quarter to three
I'm all fucked up and I don't care
Fatal nihilistic glares
I want to scream but I don't dare
Come on, Edge City, take me there yeah
I want to masticate a marginal wound
Explosion sun up a material moon
Suicide vibes from everyone in the room
I'm the only fucking guy in the room
I fucked the wellspring of a ghost
I spurned the Emperor's pledge to toast
I'm flying off the glistening coast
The sand is glass while billions roast
The spores of death are fleeting ever the just
I'm at Edge City and I'm starting to rust
The melting visage of the Rebel King's bust
The melting mirrors tend to complicate us yeah
Dave - guitar and vocals
Brian - bass and production
Wil - drums

FEED ME SOME SANE
All in my mind everyone's blind
Silence is golden in an everyday bind
All in my head glad I'm not dead
Bitterness bubbles up the words that she said
Morals and time physical crime
Where is it I can't see it where is the line?
All in my brain feed me some sane
I'll lick it up and then I'll shoot my own pain
Feed me some sane inject my brain
The golden nectar of a world without pain
Feed me some sane misery reigns
A blackness sucks my ankles laughing and slain
Dave - guitar and vocal
Brian - bass and production
Wil - drums

F&PR
Fear and paranoia I adore ya
I'd never even try to try and bore ya
Keep me entertained I must implore ya
Fear and paranoia I abhor ya
Fuck me fuck you too I'm shouting orders
Senseless rage can't decipher the borders
Fucking fucks all fucked up and conjected
Is it extinct, dying or protected?
Fear and paranoia rule
Everything's a cartoon to mine eyes
Stripped of falsehood bravery and lies
Just enough left over to be despised
Like a hurricane without a lie
Fear and paranoia rule
Dave - guitars and vocals
Brian - bass and production
Wil - drums

HIGHWAY HOME (CANON IN C MAJOR)
Pachelbel
Populated isolation love starvation indignation
Stirring to indecision
Life is death is right is wrong
Is precious now but not for long
Changing through the transition
If love is hate I can't relate
Take and give and give and take
No suicide here concentrate
Straining for a salvation
Nowhere's home I been forsaken
Nowhere's hope so desperation
Life breath to a redemption
Highway home to my maker
I'd love to love the human race
In an ugly world devoid of grace
Humanity if just a trace
Enough already repeal replace
Sleep where I fall
Dreams don't come at all to the wicked
Drop the clip I'm full of spite
I rest upon this putrid sight
Standing up for the first time
For revenge or for elation
For a love or stimulation
Let that sucker go for the last time
Highway home to my maker
Dave - guitars and vocals
Brian - bass and production
Wil - drums

TIDALWAVES RETURN
Silent sound means the world to me
Falling down all around me
I wonder should I smash that door
And fly away from my hideaways
Violent sound seems to make me be
Triumph around gave the rest to me
I wonder should I smash that door
And fly away from my hideaways
Hideaways don't mean shit to me
Tidalwaves bring out the best in me
I wonder should I smash that door
And fly away from my hideaways
In the night she stays
Tidalwaves
Dave - guitars and vocal
Brian - bassing, engineering, mixing
C.J. Johnson - drums
Ian Burke - mastering

THE ORPHAN
Affectation to affection can you find a new direction
From obliterated years in a lifetime full of tears
Crawling from the wreckage of forgiven sin
Oh, sweet addiction, I can't stand rejection
Well I tried to choose a wish but I hope it don't come true
'Cause every life's a style, everyone but you
Don't you know that I wrote this for you to listen to
Contrivances breed gloom
Swooning like a groom with a shotgun in his mouth
Who's my momma and my poppa?
Why we never met?
Even so I ain't dead yet
Were you hungry or depressed?
Do I have your eyes?
Either way your souls are blazing through my skies
Don't you know that I wrote this for you to listen to
Affectation to addiction placate fact from friction
And a lifetime came and went in solitude
Can you hear me?
Are you blind?
Words jump down around around around around
A quietness
a whisper
I wrote this for you to listen to
Every night the light dims more
I'm wondering what my life is for
I feel like a failure and I wonder why
Something inside says I gotta try
I'll slide on by
Well you could say in my life I ain't accomplished a thing
Maybe a little too scared of what the day may bring
But come on and try to tell me that this ain't my time
You can see it in the sunset every single night
I'll slide on by
I hoped you'd say when I couldn't find my way
That you'd be there for me
Glory is gone
It never was an option
What can I say
It ain't free
You know I'm scared
More fragile than a notion
Afraid of love and trust
Understand
Confusion is reality
I'm overwhelmed
You and us
So fuck you all
You turned your back on someone
Needing hope and peace
Go run and hide
Blame it on rebellion
That's bullshit, man
At least
Suit of armor forged in fires of spite
Revenge is true violent love
Don't give a fuck
Existence is a lie
From underneath
And from above
So go on and leave
Take your shit and go
I don't care
That's a lie
Leave me be
Leave me the fuck alone
Sit on down
And fucking cry
I'll slide on by
Dave Linantud: guitars and vocals
Brian Lutz: bass, engineering, production
Andy Och: drums
Ian Burke: mastering
Made Hood: cowriting
Recorded and mixed at Possum Studios

EPILOGUE
The future don't look bright
I can't control my fright
Something just ain't right
What can it be
Mine own hands seek the black
Run away or attack
All Hope is gone it's on my back
And my heavy head
Oh no
"The stone is given its existence; it need not fight for being what it is --- a stone in the field. Man has to be himself in spite of unfavorable circumstances; that means he has to make his own existence at every single moment. He is given the abstract possibility of existing, but not the reality. This he has to conquer hour after hour. Man must earn his life, not only economically but metaphysically. ...Things are given their being ready made." Jose Ortega y Gasset
There's something wrong, something missing
Something's gone I guess I'm wishing
It wasn't but it's still insisting
To be oh
Dave - guitars and vocals
Brian - bass and production
Andy - drums

THE ORPHAN PART 1

TIDALWAVES
Silent sound don't mean much to me
Silent sound brings out the worst in me
I wonder should I lock my door
And hide away in my hideaway?
Violence found don't mean much to me
Violence found beings out the worst in me
I wonder should I lock my door
And hide away in my hideaway?
Hideaways mean a lot to me
Tidalwaves bring out the best in me
I wonder should I lock my door
And hide away in my hideaways?
In my hideaway
Tidalwaves
Dave - guitars and vocals
Brian - bass and production
CJ - drums

BRING THE MALL
Bring the mall and crash it to it's knees
Grow a dozen spineless wheezing trees
Circumstance confronted for a buck
Scream and rant and yell "what the fuck"
Fourteen in a bottle raze it to the ground
Laugh at evil sell it rich to keep you down
Boil it up frustration with its sauce
Arguments excelsior with the boss
Trade a name and number and a look
Fish a corpse out of the country brook
Fourteen in a bottle raze it to the ground
Laugh at evil sell it rich to keep you down
Maybe, man, the world don't make no sense
So a song reflects a vision that's all pretense
In the meeting of the matter of a trillion minds
That together all together go collectively blind
In the bedrock formed a condo bath
In a motion that gives man's epitaph
To a surly motherfucker in construction boots
With a fortune in his pocket from laundry chutes
So gather 'round the stage to see
Employment congregations in a word to be
Exploited in a question of monopoly
That never gives an answer of what's to be
For a moment just a moment in a fashion craze
And a trillion motherfuckers living in a daze
Of a colony that's bitterest of them all
In a sentence of an essence, man, bring the mall
Bring the mall
Dave - guitar and vocals

APOCALYPSE TOMORROW
Exploding erupting orgasmic and more
See through the ceiling and punch through the floor
Huff like a big bad wolf and kick down that door
Blue like horizons on the oceanless shores
Come on
Blue is the color inevitably
The blues is the core and the Earth is the sea
Unkind unkempt ungainly
Blue is the color the masses see
Blue like the glass hewn desert
Blue like the drugs of comfort
Blue like the song of the used and oppressed
Blue like the mood of the sad and depressed
Apocalypse Tomorrow
Do you have an armageddon I can borrow
The waters rise and suffocate
The air hangs burning concentrate
Do you have an armageddon I can borrow
Apocalypse tomorrow
Come On!
Dave - guitars and vocals
Brian - bass and production
Pork - drums

SUICIDE NOTE
My lips taste the gun and it tastes just like salvation
Cold steel on my tongue and it's dogging my salivation
Powder residue and an exit wound will be redemption
Hemmingway, Cobain, and Hunter S the congregation
I'm throwing in the towel, man, I can no longer fight
Too many goddamned hardass days too many sleepless nights
Just another suicide will be one in a million
It doesn't matter anyway to the rotting vast cotillion
chorus
I'm writing this all down but no one will ever read it
As soon as I'm all done I'm gonna motherfucking burn it
That way it's a gift to all like Jimi's burning Strat
Or maybe it's a gift to none I guess it could be that
I'm sobbing uncontrollably scared shitless of this ending
Just one twitch and soon enough there'll be no more pretending
I can't stop the flow of life remembering through my soul
Goddamn, make it stop, one twitch, oh shit I lost control
chorus
Click, combustion, bullet in the head
Yes it is salvation time
Suicide is no joke. If you're feeling like shit call the suicide prevention hotline 1-800-273-8255. Hang in there. Dave
Dave Linantud - guitar and vocals
Brian Lutz - bass, engineering, mixing
C.J. Johnson - drums
Ian Burke - mastering
Recorded and mixed at Possum Studios

FEVER DREAM
Listen up gather 'round there's a new thing to be found
All around everything you -n- me
Have a care bout the things everyone get up and sing
Bout the way you and me can be free
I want a super new computer
But no one can ever use her
And the only one who knows her is me
And if somebody tried to get her
They couldn't even find her
And the only one who knew her would be me
Here's a joke or a screed to all the people now in need
Find the truth if you want to be free
Give a look or a wink don't care what anybody thinks
If you blink then you will miss it to be free
And if you think of even lying
There's no point in even trying
Cause then there ain't no meaning you see?
And if that ship just sails away
Just take the next ship the next day
And say "I didn't think that last ship wanted me"
Here's a look for the night when every other thing was right
And the only thing that matters here is you
Find a hope and a dream if you don't know what it means
Well the only one who needs to know is you
Come on
Take a breath or a day play it every other way
If you can't get back to zero then it's right
On the beach in the sun in the mountains on the run
Find the way to the day to fool the night
Fever Dream
Dave: guitar and vocals
Brian: bass, engineering, mixing
Ochster: drums and percussion
Ian: mastering, mixing

I GOTTA LEAVE
The song was wrong all along ain't wrong
It's gone just gone away
The dream it seems it means to be
Free and gone away
The song was long the throng is gone
Long gone with ease
The crowd was loud but now out loud
Announce to all I gotta leave
Where is the sun to guide us through the dark?
Has it begun to even touch the mark?
How can it be when ours is just to question why?
Where do you go when you never want to die?
When the clock becomes the enemy and night time gets so cold
Last call for something more than simply growing old
How can Iive without that ragged company?
It ain't for free
Cause I gotta leave yeah yeah yeah
I gotta leave
'Cause it ain't for free no no no
Dave - guitars and vocals
Brian - bass and production
Andy - drums and percussion

WHY
Why me why you why try try to
Why not why not you
Why should I try to
Why am I so blue
Why can't I see through
Dave - guitars and vocals
Brian - bass, production, vocals
Andy - drums and percussion

THE DRIVER SAYS IT'S OVER, YES
"I need to sleep" 's what she said
Out loud to none when she bled
Emotional projects of despair
Wondrously woven through her silk hair
Flowing freely like a winter sun
That's setting 'fore its work is done
It never settles in a sky
That's wounded enough to try
Conversely the arguments fly
Evenly like sandless beaches
Grasping at a butterfly that's
Floating just outside of reachless
Hands that grasp at everything
To be or was or so it seems
To blast off into evening streams
Of sunlight shadow dusty seams
Of reason
Of treason
Of poison
Beholden
Of superstitious portions of a
Brew that's boiling patiently
The driver says it's over, yes
It's over
Transparent transparency
Trans piracy
Piracy unbroken dreams
Cascading falls of brawling emotions
Pirated away
Spirited away
A way difference scorned
Crisis crises
Spices sailed from foreign lands landing
Unhanded
Mishandled
'Til the nothingness surrounds astounding
Fractured like a broken heart
Punctured but still beating
Still beating
Over and over
Yes it's over and over
"I need to sleep" 's what she said
The moon lurked softly by and by
Around the mourning of a sparrow
Whistling Neil Young's "Broken Arrow"
Harvesting a crop of memories
That motion t'wards the center
Of a universe that hangs a sign
The sign reads "do not enter"
The driver says it's over, yes
It's over
Dave - guitars and vocals
Brian - bass and production
Andy - drums

I WAS BORN
I was born in the night
Sacrificed to the roving blight
I'd welcome death if she'd only suck my breath
My only pedigree
Is this faceless madding sea
Bodies surround me but not one can see me
Isolation here for no one and not me
My only lifelong quest is to have a painless death
I only want to see
Where do you run to when you ain't got no home
Safely chewed off society's bone
A young priest took me in
She was bathed in earthly sin
I have a pistol but I can't
I can't read
She gave me love unconditionally
She kicked me in the teeth
Turned my gun on me
I only want to see
Why she loves me
*coproduced by Ian Burke
Dave - guitars and singing
Brian - bass, production and engineering
CJ - drums
Ian - production, mixing, mastering

RUN THE FUCK AWAY
You're a memory
Far as I can see
Priestly evil deeds to me
Free as lusting chance
Bathed in decadance
Got it in my pants
My pants
I'm leaving here today
Leaving anyway
Gonna live today
Today
Run the fuck away
Got an itch for a more evil dare
I'm gone like a song in the air
I'm gone like a song in the air
I spent my young life running away
The more I ran the more I stayed
Motion is home to the restless
And mad
I'm gonna muse my dream
Lead me where it leads
Lead the voiceless away
Leave me the fuck alone
Leave me just the motherfuck alone
Leave me the fuck alone
Alone
Pleased to be remembering me well
Dave - vocals and guitar
Brian - bass, engineering, mixing
CJ - drums
Ian - mastering

FUCK THE HERD
Break your back break your face
Fall asleep miss the race
Scared to be anything
Scaredy scared of everything
Go
People suck people lie
Just complain all the time
Whine all day fall in line
Just fit in it's lemming time
So fuck the herd
Fuck 'em
Cattle sheep chew your cud
Stupid and dumb as mud
You don't care if it's true
Or a lie so fuck you
And fuck the herd
Fuck 'em
Dave - guitar and vocal
Brian - bass, engineering, mixing
C.J. Johnson - drums
Ian Burke - mastering

ALL FALL DOWN
They tell you to walk before you run
But me I want to fly
Shake off that misanthropy
And try and touch the sky
A sky that's cold as winter icicles in May
A rage that never really goes away
Spend all your spare time looking back
'Cause memories never fade
Everything I've seen just seems
To be a grand charade
Of faceless voices claiming to be the status quo
But never let them show you where to go
They tell you to think before you leap
Lives they just fall down
All these wasted people
They just burrow in the ground
That's hard as screaming arctic glaciers late in June
Just another word for a cocoon
And so I sit back and think a while
Wondering what it's for
This grand scheme that builds some dreams
And thrashes others on the floor
That's crowded by a billion entities and some
Who never even heard the starting gun
Dave - guitar and vocal
Brian- bass, mix, engineer
C.J. Johnson - drums
Ian Burke - mastering

HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT
Life is useless so is love
Blood is nothing done is done
Take me backwards over there
Once a lifetime never fair
NO
Will it ever end I wish it could
Where's they sting like it should
Life done broke me all fucked up
Nothing's happening nothing's up
Didn't ask to be here so
Let's drop the curtain it's time to go see it said
See where you're at
How do you like that
If I were Shakespeare I'd write a song
Of romantic longings and soliloquies sung
Death and carnage would not despair
The choices made would cloud the air
But I ain't Shakespeare I ain't a man
I've taken it all I've bitten the hand
I've stared at the abstract claiming it's truth
I punctured the priest in the confessional booth
Didn't care more yesterday
How can it seem to be that way when you're dead
So where you at
How do you like that
Dave - guitar and vocals
Brian- bass and production
Wil - drums

HOMELESS
I will work for food
Often misconstrued
Please don't think me rude
Baseless, strained or crude
Inside out they come
I'm the chosen one
Sleep with Jesus' son
Be the lonely one
I will do anything
I'm the homeless one
Terrorized for fun
I'm the chosen one
Lest we come undone
I will do anything
Let me have some food
Please give me some food
Can I have some food
May I have some food
Dave - guitars and vocals
Brian - bass, engineering, mixing
C.J. Johnson - drums
Ian Burke - mastering

05  They're all mixed up together.

10  "In the Butt" off of DREAD PIRATE.

15  As someone who understands the benefits of psychedelic drugs...

20  ...And I had a direct signal.

25  The boogie woogie.

30  Deep philosophical grilled cheese.

35  This is so radio friendly.

40  Always trying to be optimistic.

45  Here's the reveal of him...as a child.

50  There's Monster Rob on this one too.

55  (listening to the riff)

05  Quick check my anus!

10  ...And then they kind of go into play.

15  "To Be a Badass" was on the stuff before me.

20  My dumb new phone doesn't have one of them headphone prts.

25  He's an independent contractor who kills people for the government.

30  I hear he's Jewish.

35  We can do temporary stuff.

40  Ah whatever.

45  ...In a big huge sprawling urban shitscape.

50  It's like "Purple Rain."

55  I don't know why I think of that specifically.

60  ...And then this is different.

THE LOVERS PART TWO

DESPERATION WALTZ
Try us. If you got a reason I don't ant to hear it.
Buy us. You can't afford to just even get near it.
Slide show. Pictures of nothing and nothing plus hearsay.
Pride low. Come up for air and then watch it turn our way.
Closed up. In both physical and emotional ways.
Nose up. A false display of hope why it's still a display.
Comfort. Meted out just like a pill from a doctor.
Sore sport. It's you and it's me and it's us and it's them.
Waltzing to me, desperation.
Waltzing to me then away.
Creep show. Just like a sign on a motionless freeway.
Held low. Again and again while a sign flashes "no way."
Outside. And inside and outside and inside again.
False pride. Hell it's as good as the real thing and then some.
Waltzing to me, desperation.
Waltzing to me then away.
Waltzing to me desperation.
Waltzing to me.
Stop.
Come here. But then again just go turn back around.
Fun here. Or there or wherever it's good to be found.
Control. Buy it or sell it or let it just sit.
Hello. And goodbye at the same time the same time the same time.
Waltzing...
Dave Linantud - guitars and vocals
Brian Lutz - bass, engineering, mixing
C.J. Johnson - drums
Recorded at Possum Studios spring 2016

DISASTER TIME
Dawn comes from the outside she's got no insider's touch
Society's fringe, she's raring to binge, on drink and drugs and lust
She lives life by the moment, she falls in and out of love
She's randommer still, insane, if you will, no below or above
Angel White's kind of silly he's deserted in an urban maze
He sees stars in the sun, depressingly fun, imploding guns ablaze
He lives life for the dying he's got no insider's touch
Society's fringe, a bombastic cringe, existence is never clutch
It's just disaster time
The sky melts patiently
The hovering evil lurks for you and me
It's a catastrophic world
Where we don't amount to much
We're sacrificial lambs for such and such
The last time I saw Elvis that sumbitch grew a beard
He gave up the pills, he got into stills, it really ain't that weird
He's stalking Dawn and Angel he put 'em in a book
Society's fringe a bloody syringe as if love is all it took
I done seen all three dancing I seen it clear as day
Nightmarish hued, horror imbued, beautiful in its way
Obsessed with this fucking opera I'm walking through its streets
Society's fringe, gut-bucket hinge, write, learn, play, repeat
Dave Linantud - guitars and vocals
Brian Lutz - bass, engineering, and mixing
C.J. Johnson - drums
Produced at Possum Studios

IF I DIE TONIGHT
If I die tonight I would be alright
Because I don't want to live
If I had a chance with my decadence
Well then my life is all I could give
I would sacrifice for the other life
That somehow might not end
If I had to guess I would ask this mess
Would never come again
If I have to fall I implore you all
Not to follow what I done
If I had a choice with my lonely voice
I would pull the trigger of this gun
If I die tonight I would be alright
Because I don't want to live
If I had a chance with my decadence
Well then my life is all I could give
If I die tonight I'm gonna live
Live on and on and on
Dave Linantud: guitar and vocals
T. Chris Johnson: violin
Produced by Brian Lutz
Engineered by Greg Humphries

OLD MAN BLUES
Old man blues, understand?
Drunk as shit, I'm a man
I seen 'em rise and I seen 'em fall
Don't fuck with me, son
I'll whup your ass, all y'all
Say what's up yo baby what's up
Said I try to figure out yo baby what's up
I moan the blues I ain't ever died
I ain't never laughed I ain't never cried
Shook hands with the devil cut my deals with the Lord
I'm froze to iron of what you can't afford
Said what's up
I seen the rules so I done wrote my own
I deconstructed the gospel with a black cat bone
The thorn covered rail that's the path of the righteous
Got the voodoo hoedown just don't wait to invite us
You know vengeance ain't passion it's a loser's gold
Dawn's eyes shine a light make a slight man bold
Where the swamp licks the ocean that's where we meet our fate
So if you're running to Jesus your ass better not be late
Say what's up
Dave Linantud - guitars and vocals
Brian Lutz - bass
CJ Johnson - drums
Possum Studios

LOVE SONG
There's a feeling yes a feeling
I got for you call it true love
In the morning in the evening
Open on up call it true love
Ain't no sunshine ain't no dark clouds
When you're with me it's all back ground
Fading sunshine It's about time
We're together here forever
Life means nothing if I can't have you
'Cause I love you
Dave Linantud - vocals and guitar
Brian Lutz - bass
CJ Johnson - drums
Produced by Brian Lutz at Possum Studios
Mastered by Ian Burke at Invisible Studios

WATCHING IT ON TV
Rain all the time 'cause her lover's gone
Rage in the sunshine never to belong
Crack in the windshield of a wasted throng
Clear through the morning to be watching it on TV
She breaks the skin and the needle's free
No sleep tonight and it's almost three
Never again try to not agree
Clear through the morning to be watching it on TV
All night long
She buys a new pack of cigarettes
She sits around and tries to forget
She waits for something that's not regret
Clear through the morning to be watching it on TV
Rage in her eyes but she's nodding out
Slumped by the wall in her mind she shouts
"Why is it everything's wrong about"
Watching it on TV
But there ain't no TV screen
He's here and he's feeling mean
The city will hide the screams
Dave - guitars and vocals
Brian - bass, engineering, mixing
CJ Johnson - drums
Ian Burke - mastering

SHE'S AFRAID OF YOU
You spent all your time on
Who you climbed the walls for
Spent all of your money too
She feels like an outcast
This true love did not last
She is getting tired of you
Spend the days growing colder
Yeah
She's already gone
She's afraid of you
Ignore all of her bruises
Concentrate on bad things
Hit her when you're feeling bad
She wouldn't bear your children
Miscarried your first born son
First one that you ever had
Spend the days in icy silence
Yeah
She moves out
She's afraid of you
And the days go on
She came back one day and
You felt like a real man
You hit her just a bit too hard
You made up a gravestone
Laid her out on flagstone
Buried her in your back yard
Dave Linantud: Guitars, vocals
Ryan Bowen: Drums
Greg Humphries: bass
Produced by Brian Lutz
Mixed by Drew Mazurek
Engineered by Greg Humphries

DAWN'S EULOGY
You wanted something more than just somebody at the door
What you got was something less you're thinking "what in heaven for"
Ain't never got no flowers just take it one day at a time
Places lose their meaning and life becomes a rhyme
I said you take it as it comes and that's a rule of thumb
Sometimes you feel you ain't begun hell you're not the only one
Wake up your pillow's wet while it's lying on the floor
If kindness is a virtue you're thinking, "baby, what in heaven for":
Looking for your dad in all those guys who turned out bad
Broken expectations are all that you have had
A failure brings a heartache that a pill can't ever cure
Searching and feeling empty you're thinking "baby, what in heaven for
What in heaven for"
After all that time avoiding pessimism laughs out loud
The faces they look different ain't no solace in a crowd
Old friendships fly away like a bird does in the fall
Submerged in isolation you're feeling two foot small
I said you take it as it comes and that's a rule of thumb
Sometimes you feel you ain't begun hell you're not the only one
Wake up the pillow's wet while it's lying on the floor
If kindness is a virtue you're thinking "what in heaven for
What in heaven for"
On the day that Dawn was killed nobody even knew
'Cause there's a million deaths in the city minus one or two
The murder of a whore is as tragic as can be
She meant more than that to you
She meant more than that to me
What in heaven for
You can live your life in sorrow
But what in heaven for?
Dave - guitars and vocals
Brian - bass, engineering, mixing
CJ - drums
Ian - mastering

BABY BLUE
There he stood on the doorstep for a time
Wanna work for a nickel for a dime
Mommy who Daddy who he don't know
Better now, he ain't beat, where's he go?
He's gonna roam the street
Then he steal a piece of meat
This is no place for a kid
He's the crime that others did
He doesn't know what to do
No orphanages coming true
Streets that are splattered with his blood
Streets where we walk in the sun
There he sleeps by the trashcan for a night
Abandoned child, just a child, it ain't right
Mommy who, Daddy who, he don't care
Middle March, nose it runs feet are bar
Dave: vocals and guitar
Brian - bass, engineering,production
CJ - drums
Ian - mastering
Colleen - upstairs reading

TORN DRESS BLUES
There's a torn dress in the corner I don't know where it's from
I got bloody knuckles and I got a broken thumb
There's a shovel by the door I don't know why it's there
I got dirty fingernails and blood all in my hair
I thought it was er tat I buried but I seen her walking down the street
If it wasn't her that I buries I guess it must have been me
The Blues is half of the essential handbook for any serious musician in the United States of America. By "the blues" what folk scholars actually mean is "music created by Africans in America." The other half is the folk music the Europeans conjured when confronted by this vast land trying to hold onto their roots. Neither is more important than the other. There's no guilt for being more in one camp than the other. In a land where certain freedoms are guaranteed in writing if not practice the only music jettisoned by the masses is that of the high born and educated, which is a goddamn fucking dirty shame. It's encapsulated by the banjo, an African instrument beloved by the ones whose necks are sunburned. As Johnny Cash would say, "meditate on it." The indigenous music got fucking trampled.
Dave Linantud: Guitars, vocals
Ryan Bowen: Drums
Greg Humphries: bass
Produced by Brian Lutz
Mixed by Drew Mazurek
Engineered by Greg Humphries

THE LOVERS PART 1

ELVIS IS GOD
The second coming played a rhapsody
Rubbery legged both white and black
Kept the preaching to a minimum
Blood and sweat poured down his sunburned neck
His eyes shut tight and his soul was pure
Jet black hair and karate pose
Sang a song about a mystery
Reverberated 'round the globe
Side-burn Jesus was pumping gasoline
Curled his lip and shook his ass
Drove his truck up to the Temple
The vendors said they'd take a pass
Said "Get your sorry self on back to Memphis
Don't want to hear no blues by whites"
The sneering scarred out face of slavery
Flew across the sky at night
They cleaned him up and took his picture
But the colonel betrayed his very soul
Treated the King like a whored out marionette
But you can't kill Rock and Roll
The last temptation in the Holy Land
Desert sand and neon lights
People come from near and sunder
See him sing three shows a night
They say he's dead but thy're not right

Elvis Is God

Dave Linantud: Vocals, guitars, bass
Ryan Bowen: drums
Brian Lutz: engineering
Drew Mazurek: mixing

THE GLOW

As Jesus sighed the Romans sharpened spears
He asked the Holy Ghost he said "What the hell am I doing here?"
With the hand of Satan they bought a business ain't that nice
Jesus said "Here's to you, Satan" and melted everlasting life in a knife
By the firelight they sand and they turned with a toast
To raise glasses of hearth to the heavenly ghost
A line made of footprints they melted the snow
That was frozen to iron by the heat from the glow
The old man coughed the spit froze to his beard
A piss drunk Cassanova wasted from the years
His words were slurred and broken he raised his flask again
He said "To everyone who hurts, give from your own pain."
He was slain
By the trashcan he sighed and he turned with a toast
To raise glasses of pain to the heavenly ghost
A line made of footprints they melted the snow
That was frozen to iron by the heat from the glow
So we dance by the firelight and sing songs of joy
No government can crush our musical toy
No war can kill melodies hovering free
Let the magic of music release you and me

Dave Linantud: Guitars, bass, vocals
Ryan Bowen: Drums
T. Chris Johnson: Fiddle
Produced by Brian Lutz
Mixed by Drew Mazurek
Engineered by Greg Humphries

ADAM & EVE

Angel White's a killer works for the state
Life's so funky, Angel White's is great
'Cause my homeboy pulls the switch ozone in the air
Picks his paycheck off the floor right nect to the electric chair
The morals of a scoundrel and the science of a bill
He'd push his only brother from a high up window sill
His duty is to Jesus to murder the ones that kill
He's sanctioned by the government and probably always will
Dawn is young and free in many different ways
She wants to give the love she never got in younger days
She ran down to the city fell right through the floor
Lost her light to smack and went from lustrous to a whore
So what a little money never hurt that's all it took
Shadowed by the executionarium she shook
He met a little lady why a flowing like a brook
They fell in love like lovers do and put it in a book
Because they're gnarly rascals Adam & Eve
23rd century lovers Adam & Eve
Will they find salvation, baby, Adam & Eve
Full of resignation, baby, Adam & Eve
The sun comes up almost every day
Nothing lasts forever as the old man wants to say
Hum that woeful weddig dirge so he can say his piece
Cross that bridge to the abyss and sit down for the feast
In the corner look it, someone turns to moves and stops to see
A picture of a frozen smile that's fractured by the glee
He looks back to his drink and thinks I'm glad that isn't me
The old man sucks his whiskey down collapses by a tree
Because they're gnarly rascals Adam & Eve
23rd century lovers Adam & Eve
Will they find salvation, baby, Adam & Eve
Full of resignation, baby, Adam & Eve

Dave Linantud: Guitars, bass, vocals
Ryan Bowen: Drums
Produced by Brian Lutz
Mixed by Drew Mazurek
Engineered by Greg Humphries

MY OWN ELECTRIC CHAIR

I'm the man who pulls the switch
For the killing son of a bitch
He murdered now he'll die
He might kill again or lie
I'm alright bit uptight execute Monday night
Tuesday night watch a fight execute I'm alright
I've heard of atom bombs
And I've heard of protest songs
But when a man will kill and rob
I've got to do my job
First we shave his head get rid of all that hair
Then we strap him down to the electric chair
Alright
I'm the man who pulls the switch
profit from a nervous twitch
When all is done and through
should I kill me too
First we shave his head get rid of all that hair
Then we strap him down to the electric chair
So first I'll shave my head get rid of all my hair
And get what I deserve in my own electric chair
In my own electric chair
Dave Linantud: Guitars, vocals
Ryan Bowen: Drums
Greg Humphries: bass
Produced by Brian Lutz
Mixed by Drew Mazurek
Engineered by Greg Humphries

HE DON'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY

He's frightened she's coming his way
He's speeding he don't know what to say
Last night he planned today
Right now he don't know what to say
How many times can a man shrink in life
How many times can he fail to meet his wife
How many times can he turn his back on love
She ain't happy no help from above
He turned and watched him walk away
He stuttered he don't know what to say
She sighed cigarette ash float away
She cried he don't know what to say
Yeah yeah yeah
He sat his brain melted away
He watches she don't know what to say
She sleeps her time come today
He wakes he don't know what to say
Yeah yeah yeah

Dave Linantud: Guitars, vocals
Ryan Bowen: Drums
Greg Humphries: bass
Produced by Brian Lutz
Mixed by Drew Mazurek
Engineered by Greg Humphries

DREAMGIRL

Hold this a second for me please while I scrape the blood off of my knees
Yeah please excuse me if I sneeze I just came in from overseas
I been thinking about you every day been writing down every word you say
I keep your fingernails under my bed
I keep a picture of your face inside my head
I ain't seen you in a while but I remember the way you smile
I like the way that you paint your eyes but most of all I like your style
I like your fashion sense and your taste in clothes
And the powder falling out your nose
And them earrings you gave me last July
And the tattoo of Catwoman on your thigh
Dreamgirl give me your hand Dreamgirl hell I'm your man
You remind me of damage in your hair you remind me of the damned in what you wear
You remind me of your momma in your breasts
You remind me of drugs when you sit at your desk
I love the way you shaved your head
I love the way you make my bed
I love the way you crashed my car
I love the way you melt candy bars
Dreamgirl give me your hand Dreamgirl hell I'm your man
I remember when you bought your farm and how you took me by the arm
And then you smashed that fire alarm you showed me you did possess some charm
But they wouldn't let us share a prison cell
I chalked the days and said oh well
When we were free we played mandolins
And reminded ourselves of original sin
You are my dreamgirl yeah it's true
Sometimes I wish that I was you
I know you wish that you were me
I just came in from over seas
Dreamgirl give me your hand Dreamgirl hell I'm your man

Dave Linantud: Vocals and guitar
Rob Hornung: Saxaphone
Ryan Bowen: Drums
Brian Lutz: bass
Produced by Brian Lutz
Mixed by Drew Mazurek
Engineered by Greg Humphries

THERE'S DEATH IN HER HEART

She's a woman, man, she used to be a beauty
Hard living's made it hard for her to see
She build up a wall that crashed like thunder
She felt sadness far as her eyes could see
Freedom's a lie and so is independence
She's spent her life being controlled
She didn't even know that til this instant
Yeah but she won't giveup any of her sould
She chuckles softly as she prays to Jesus
"I'm sorry, God, but I've wasted my whole damn life
It's him or me, God, I fear I'm coming to meet you"
There's death in her heart
When the morning sun comes up on her companion
She feels a hate that she cannot explain
"A romantic whore" she thinks and drops a dozen
She don't know that Baby Blue's checked in
She chuckles softly as she prays to Jesus
"I'm sorry, God, but I've wasted my whole damn life
It's him or me, God, I fear I'm coming to meet you"
There's breath in her heart
Dave Linantud: Guitars, vocals, bass
Rob Hornung: Saxaphone
Ryan Bowen: Drums
Produced by Brian Lutz
Mixed by Drew Mazurek
Engineered by Greg Humphries

SHADOWS

Long stemmed rose in a vase that knows
Of a mournful and regrettful melody
In a city by the shore in what used to be Baltimore
There was a boy no laughter flying free
Now that boy is a man long stemmed rose in his hand
To his beloved he gets down on his knee
She then just laughs a little but worse than that
He cracked her and watched her flying free
I saw them walking outside again
"I'll never love you" is what she said to him
I saw them walking in from the clouds
The shadows in the windows growing dim
I saw them walking outside again
"I'll never love you" is what she said to him
I saw them walking in through the clouds
The shadows in the windows growing dim

Dave Linantud: Guitars and vocals
Brian Lutz: Bass
Ryan Bowen: Drums
Produced by Brian Lutz
Mixed by Drew Mazurek
Engineered by Greg Humphries

GREETING CARD

Walking in the dark
Waiting for the sync to kick the new
Blowing on a spark
Banners reading "loss" when lies turn true
A thunderstorm will rage in the dark but I'll still scream for the sun
A million hopes lie shattered in the dusk build them back one by one
Reaching out my hand
Stumble blindly fall and taste the ground
Crack an awkward joke
Smiling at the bummers all around
A greeting card that's stuck to the floor
From dreams that spill from a whiskey glass
The sunrise blanked by the clouds of the storm
Sitting by and I watch the world spin past
It won't last
Watch the goings on
I just don't feel part of this at all
Turned away and gone
Save me from the summer of the fall
A greeting card that's stuck to the floor
From dreams that spill from a vodka glass
The sunrise blanked by a castle n the shore
Sitting by and I watch the world spin past
It won't last

Dave Linantud: Guitars, vocals, bass
Ryan Bowen: Drums
Produced by Brian Lutz
Mixed by Drew Mazurek
Engineered by Greg Humphries

TO BE A BADASS

My lifelong quest is to be a badass
But it's made a mess of my whole damn life
Oh to be to be a badass
Or to be a chump
That is life
I've been around
I've seen the worst
That folk can do
And do to you
Such a shame
Here in this rat's nest
That is this life
That is this life
It's time to go
To get to gettin'
It's a bit more fun
When you just don't care
Everything conspires with nothing
All the time everywhere
I can’t recall the sound of laughter
If when it’s free for all to hear
I can’t recall I just can’t remember
So I have to ask you
What’s it like to fear
And when it’s done and when it’s over
Then I will laugh and I will cry
Because then I won’t have to wonder
Or ask the question
What’s it like to die?
My lifelong quest is to be a badass
But It’s made a mess of my goddamned life
Oh to be to be a badass
Or to be a chump
That is life
Don’t be a chump
Take my advice

Dave Linantud: Guitars and vocals
Brendan Tobin: Bass
Ryan Bowen: Drums
Produced by Brendan Tobin
Mixed by Brendan Tobin
Engineered by Brendan Tobin

05  Do you have his phone number?

10  We've added a band called...um... .

15  John Dennis!

20  I didn't know.

25  People just...out and about.

30  Natalie Portman's awesome, yes.

35  It's kind of like a Tylenol but different.

40  Well of course, of course.

45  Nah let's just do the medley proper.

50  Some people don't realize.

55  Wait a minute, so John Entwhistle's dead.

60  This is such a great beat.

65  All through out most of the 90s the answer was always Rubber Soul.

70  A lucas Limited Production.

75  ...like the one I worked up in my basement.

05  They gave out awards for different categories.

10  Whatever they get in.

15  See it starts at 7.

20  Aaaaaaaaaaaah right!

25  Originally I kind of had that in mind.

30  Then we got Cancelled Stamps.

35  We're always trying to give...give back.

40  How did it jump from being just Stevie?

45  Dave's cutting off four families of children.

50  You, uuuuuh, have to get permission.

55  All cover bands.

60  The word "perfectionist" is the complete opposite of rock and roll.

65  I asked him a lot of questions about the beginning. 

70  I think so.