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Through this podcast SFP is creating an extended universe through the use of guitar based pop songs. The tale is both episodic and serial. As of the COVID lock down the SFPeeniverse consisted of 7 Broadway style musicals. This is ambitious stuff. The conceit is that an '84 Chevy El Camino acts as a TARDIS catalyst connecting the characters to unlimited story telling opportunities.
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Jul 7, 2020

CANTANKERONUS PART 2

HOME IS HOME
No man can catch her eyes
She don't think much of guys
With their macho bullshit talking trash
To her it just ain't funny, man
She's made her way to Beta 9
She heard New Earth's a damn good time
She's seen it
Yet she's coming back again
Them love machines are fine for some
When you're all filled up with Martian rum
With their whizzing gears sometimes
Why they seem just like a person
But they don't talk and they don't laugh
Unless the program tells them to
It really ain't spontaneous
But most the folk just don't care
No man can catch her eye
Nor r-600s with custom thighs
But loves where you can get it
Take that plunge and don't regret it
Her eye is roving still
Forever, man, it will
Every day's an opportunity
That's all she wants to see
She leaves New Earth alone
Might as well go back home
At least her home is home
Home is home
Brendan - bass, engineering, mixing
Ryan - drums

SHE FOUGHT FOR WHAT
On the interstate Charlene was just a rebel
Wrong as long as you're the one carrying a badge
In the aftermath of that sky blue El Camino
When she took one hell but it didn't hurt too bad
Now a polarized consensus leaves a girl without her senses
The aftermath was thus as much as but
She fought for what
Just to make it clear Charlene's Remote Control
You could see this swerve like a heel turn telegraphed
If you didn't know the scent of burnt rubella
Has a healing cypher and a myth just do the math
chorus
in the place where the bison thunders echo
lead that fuel gas her up and get go oh no
So the time space loop in the multiverse of stoners
Making stories up so the moon becomes the sun
Here's a reprobate sexier than Cleopatra
Let her fill your lungs up and smoke that son-a-gun
chorus
dAVE - GUITARS, VOCALS, FLUTE
bRIAN - BASS, ENGINEERING, MIXING
aNDY - DRUMS AND PERCUSSION

SPACESHIPS GUNS AND BOOBIES
Yeah
Well if it's true
Then she'll force it out of her mind
Congratulations
Fucking up for the umpteenth time
They say it's wrong
Spaceships guns and boobies ain't got no home
But it's a song
Can't forget the future when the past ain't ever known
She has an Elvis on her dashboard and a Dawn in pendant heart
And a dog tag of a fella who was there to play a part
When she spreads her legs and kisses everything goes down in flames
Just because it's life and death don't mean that this here ain't a game
Well had she known
She never would have entered but then she did anyway
Infatuation
That's for little punk ass mealy mouth with nothing much to say
But then that's us
Just a bunch of followers just glad to be alive
It's in the rulebook
Right after the chapter that says how to shuck and jive
Gimme a one shot dagger
Destined to blow my mind
No in between
Either the top or the bottom line
Singing on down the line
Spaceships
Guns
And boobies

TIN FOIL GIRL
She hates her clothes and so she walks around with nothing on
She's all butt naked at the mall she gets arrested, son
Spends the night in jail
Only thing she wears
Is just the ti foil on her head
The shrink think's she's crazy so he tries to fill her head with drugs
He don't believe the foil transmissions from her kitchen rug
Wall to wall by the sink
Don't make no sense
Just another reason she's insane
She tells the shrink exactly just what he does want to hear
Her plans have gotten bigger and she sees her time is near
Hit's a temporal note
A subsonic wave
And now the doctors are her slaves
Tin Foil Girl she knows exactly how to make some money fast
Makes the doctors clone a formula that makes the highs just last
Sells it to the numb' Cause they hate their lives
Just enough to start her own damn bank
When she multiplies the algorythm it's now on its own
Keeps on making shit be new it knows the sequence of the clone
Tin Foil gets her cut
Parties like it's life
And then becomes the president
She gives a speech up on the mall in downtown Washington
Just tin foil on her head and nothing else got no clothes on
Cut's her promo well
Hits the bullet points
The pundits duly play their parts
Because she's turned us into marks
And only did it for a lark
We need a second Noah's Ark

EMBRYONIC TONIC
Embryonic sludge suck it down tonight
Down the delusion make you feel alright
Just don't wanna know just don't want to see
Just don't want to care just don't want to be
Listen, man, I dig everything is wrong
Such a stupid thought put it in a song
It's a penny ante world that don't amount to shit
Ain't got the guts to die so numb yourself to it
Here's to you again
Pain will never end
Time to say "goodbye and hello nanobytes"
Let them pull the load you have earned that right
With everything you done and everything you know
Give yourself to it you deserve it tho
You won't come back again
Won't feel anything
Let that tonic breath let it fill your soul
Let it make that real let it gain control
Here's to nowhere friends
Never ever ends

BIRD
For fear of everything the ancient pilgrim moaned
Alive forever brings whatever else was loaned
There is a specialty that no one does dare speak
Here in the aftermath of creaking banshee shrieks
Inside your crumbled world know you're not alone
Outside the insular lonely people roam
Dreamers and malcontents and rebels scared to win
If even everywhere there's that humming din
Like a bird with everything inside
Plummets shivering shores collide
If it ain't true than we're forever blue
If it is I must oblige
I feel so bad you see 'cause I can't get what I want
With the assumption that our languages just taunt
Here on peripheral like lightening in the sea
And forged in question marks a language I can't speak
Hell, man, it's everywhere a humming tired ennui
Of shit that's happenstance we're chosen randomly
Directions all a joke salvation is a lie
Flyin' like a bird, you see, says "say hey bye bye."
Like a bird that soars across the sky
Keep on flying 'til we die
A new born curse
A worn out universe
Love and life fall from my eyes yeah

WASTING AWAY
Way I'm wasting away I'm wasting away I'm wasting away I am

PEACE AND LOVE MOTHERFUCKER
Peace and love, motherfucker and you know this yeah
Peace and love with a ruckus and you know this
Yeah yeah yeah
It's got to happen because it's right
In every feature in every sight
Drawing a bead on for loving's sake
Peace ain't a funeral love ain't a wake
From where I'm singing direct to you
I want it bad you want it too
I want it from you give it to me
'Cause peace and love that shit is free
So I walk down to the bar I saw some cover band with used guitars
And a heart made out of gold that's already been sold
From town Manila to Katmandu
Cantankeronus I got that too
Give me your loving you got that right
'Cause peace and love that shit is tight

STONED HENGE

PORTAL
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

Jun 30, 2020

CANTANKERONUS PART 1

NOWHERE ONES
Fifty damn years on down the road
I was driving late at night
Under pollution lights
But it didn't stop the sun from coming up
To interrupt
Everything I seen
And everyone I known
My young self stumbled by
Too drunk too wonder why
Ain't no stars in the sky for the nowhere ones
That never won
Beat you black and blue
Bleed a drop or two
I see it in my sights
I glimpse it in the night
I don't know what is right for the nowhere ones
That never won
We're the nowhere ones
That just begun

THE TALE OF THE EL CAMINO
The tale of the El Camino
She's waltzing and drafting on air
Time and relative dimension in space
With a consciousness tied to my hair
With the breeding of an overhand punch
That pukes up a paisley gold flight
In the form of a youthful arachnid
Opportunity's also called plight
Around and away we go in the bed of an old Chevrolet
Straightening the hill flattening the curve
Doing it all night and day
Okay
Some say that the car has a conscience
Some simply say that she's a truck
Stock 305 bolstered by a warp drive
And a temporal matrix of luck
Remote Control found her in the portal
But she's been around lo many years
Here's what she did 'fore the Big Opera Grid
Just a matter of grinding them gears
Chorus

REMOTE CONTROL
The last time we saw Remote Control
She was ashes and Dawn had took her soul
Then again maybe then it wasn't so
Or maybe then it was oh no
Now she's tailing our hero Baby Blue
She knows that the lies have turned to truth
But she never asked for any proof
She really didn't care she still don't
Remote Control has found her soul
Hit that pipe again
She's been ready now she's steady
It's a laughing zen
Well she knows how to live her life as art
And romantically construct a part
Of a universal broken heart
That's weeping tears of laughter and angst
It's a muffled laughter when it's time
It's a victim of a worthless crime
It's a notion sprouting off the vine
That's rooted in mischief and pranks
chorus
As she surveys all that's come to pass
She knows her time has come at last
To binge and partake of repast
And try and change the world oh my
If she's magic then so are me and you
Like she says "bring the meaning of the truth"
It never needs to show a proof
In algebraic terms or why
chorus

LET HER KNOW
Roams the landscape all alone
Singing "Roam, Sucker, Roam"
Dreaming of then again and again
When she ushered in a phase
Lasted lo these many days
Sees her again and then they begin
Let her know what to do
So she can get a little closer to you
What she does what she do
Gonna make you look just like a fool
She pops in and out quantumly
Here and there confusing all who see
But those that they do can't believe it's true
Sit back and the devil appears
But then she knows just what to make it clear
What can she do she's falling for you
chorus

FRAIL & ROTTEN
Well he's gone down a road that's fading quickly
And he's prone to being homegrown and sickly
And he doesn't have a reason for the plodding
And his life as of now is frail and rotting
Frail and rotten frail and rotten
Frail and rotten feeling lame
Frail and rotten frail and rotten
Frail and rotten what a shame
So she threw him down and broke his transom
And she held his self respect for ransom
And believe me the poor boy up and payed it
And felt better not to contemplate it
chorus
So she moved on and overtook his story
And made sure that the scene was trite and hoary
'Cause she really did like that Baby Blue fella
And moved on to conquer other cerebella
chorus

SO WHAT
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 Day 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

I AIN'T GOT THE TIME
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

MOTION & RHYME
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

SEVEN
When she breaths again 7
When it's new, my friend, 7
When we feel it then, 7
Remote Control leaves
How it's power taken freeform
How to know if flowers reborn
Can I see forever weeping
Found and found and found and creeping
Which whatever wasn't freely
Or is amidst dregs kept neatly
Lifeless or worthless or worsely
Evenly unmatched subversely
Confounding misuse of structures
Of meanings profundity quakes
Happenstance rendered illusion
Organized in pill form and flakes
Motionless call forth the masters
Watch as they tremble and slurring
How like the others of fables
Unlike their rivals and cursing
Undo the timeless guerillas
Fighting a self war of trusted
Timeless like oceans of legends
Forfeit succumb if we must not
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

May 19, 2020

THE CULT PART 2: THE VACUUM

LOVE & 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 leaves
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 all 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 wicked 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 those 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 would 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

May 12, 2020

THE CULT PART 1: REVIVAL

WON'T YOU COME BACK HOME
The sun really ain't too bright but I got to squint to see anyway
Sleeping in a stranger's car I jerk when it starts to sway
I said "I'm just in from Jerusalem I'm just in from the sun"
A six string in a gunny sack I'm looking to have some fun
I been high every single night
Won't you come back home with me
And won't you try to be with me tonight
Won't you come back home with me
So I strolled up to the bar I said "I'll play if I can drink for free"
The bartender started to laugh hell the whole place was staring at me
So I pulled out my black Les Paul I said "You better give me some room."
I put my fingers down on the strings and I proceeded to sonic boom
When I was done the bartender smiled he said "We knew you'd come our way
We heard lots of stories 'round here stuff we're afraid to say."
I said that I was just doing my job trying to make my guitar bleed
I got my sack and I walked on out and I recited the Apostle's Creed
chorus
Dave - guitars and vocals
Brian - bass, engineering, mixing
Wil - drums
Ian - mastering

A DULL SHADE OF PAGAN
Well I had a dream last night
All around me the party was raging
Elvis was our God
The sky was a dull shade of pagan
We sacrificed our lives
Dawn she showed the way in
So I had a dream last night
Ain't phony I ain't faking
A dull shade of pagan
The party was raging
Folks were engaging
The dull shade of pagan
So I figured I could spread the word
In a way that won't pay taxes
Religiousity
As long as the song relaxes
It's a new mythology
Pilfered from the old ones
Sold as if it's new
Gospel of the bold ones
chorus
So I got it up and running
In a tent by The Rotting Sea
Spread the word of Elvis
All for a nominal fee
Rob them suckers blind
Preaching like a magma
Cause that break to bind
Not really going to scam you
chorus
Dave - guitars and vocals
Brian - bass, engineering, mixing
Wil - drums
Ian - mastering

I AM THE ELVIS
Elvis is the savior and Elvis is the king
Elvis stopped the war and made us all break out and sing
Elvis made me see the light
Made me never want to fight
I am Elvis I am god
Join the flock and suck my rod
Elvis has risen
People, have you heard the news
It's better than you could have dreamed
Elvis has come back to us and left the movie screen
Give him praise and me your funds
Elvis Presley's number one
I am Elvis I am god
Join the flock and suck my rod
Elvis has risen
Let me have the congregation jumping to its feet
Let me have 'em getting naked dancing in the streets
Elvis has me seen the light
Made us never want to fight
I am Elvis I am god
Join the flock and suck my rod
Elvis has risen
I am the Elvis
Goo goo ga joob
Dave - guitars and vocals
Brian - bass, engineering, mixing
Wil - drums

TOWN TO BURG
We were travelling last night when
We pulled up to shining lights and
We talked about mysticism
We left early as is our whim
We set sail the morning after
Had them hanging from the rafters
Honestly there's something to this
Even though no one can prove this
We roll town to burg
Shouting Elvis' name and spreading his good word
We see all to those believe
Crash town like a wave then roll up stakes and leave
Truth be told the crowds they scare me
What if once they tried to dare me
I would say "It's faith just trust me."
Ain't no way these fools will bust me
chorus
Dave - guitars, banjo, vocals
Brian - bass, engineering, mixing
Wil - drums

HEY GROUPIE
Hey, groupie, with your cheap tattoos
Come cure this poor boy blues
It all comes naturally
So let yourself be free
We're all just lost to be
Tonight
Hey, groupie, writhing through the day
Conform with all we say
Give freedom to the beast
Let fractious souls unleash
A feeding without feast
Tonight
Hey, groupie, did you ever know
A question answered no?
A falcon flew at dusk
It smelled of sweat and musk
It sang a song and busked
Tonight
Hey, groupie, what's this game?
Hey, groupie, what's this pain?
Teach it to the lost
Populated frost
Gone like other's moss
Tonight
Dave - guitars, vocals, harmonica, slide guitars
Brian, bass, engineering, mixing
Wil - drums
Ian -mastering

FUND THE TRIUMVIRATE
Damn pleased to meet me the pleasure is all yours
Ain't you glad to see me here I open spiritual doors
Nothing's prohibited
Do what you feel
Nothing's your fault
Illusion is real
Fund the triumvirate of Chingiss and Caesar and me
Give me retrofitted scriptures so they can make sense
Charge a fee from me to thee subsequent recompense
Shake your ass and clap your hands interactionally
Dig deep now, you fucking marks, and give it unto me
(chorus)
Let us breed and multiply and fill this fucking earth
Let us gain control so we can say who can be birthed
Let us say what's wrong and right and kill those who oppose
Let us make up words like "good" and "evil" just like those
Dave - guitars and vocals
Brian, bass, engineering, mixing
Wil - drums
Ian- mastering

SNIPER
Is he the one?
Baby Blue gun
Yes he's the one
Run
Dave - guitar and vocals
Brian - bass, engineering, mixing
Wil - drums

FLOATING
I don't belong here
You belong here
We belong here
Don't be long
Smooth sailing
Cool breeze
Breath failing
True freeze
Dave - guitars, vocals, mandolin, banjo
Brian - bass, engineering, mixing
Wil - drums
Ian - mastering

HOSPITAL BED
Hospital bed I thought I was dead
I'm living instead I rose from the dead
So let us break bread blue suede shoes now red
In my hospital bed
I question my life I question my time
I question existence I question this rhyme
I question the sun I question the son
In my hospital bed
Scripture number one be a hound dog, son
Scripture number two sing and don't be cruel
Hospital bed the scriptures I've read
He rose from the dead and Elvis ain't dead
It's all in my head all in my head
In my hospital bed
The legions they come they rise with the sun
The army's begun a million and one
It's not in my head not in my head
In my hospital bed
Scripture number three love me tenderly
Scripture number 4 close my fucking door

WESTWARD
In the bed next to me the man looks just like me
He said "My name is Angel White, boy, what is yours?"
"I'm Baby Blue" I said to him he squinted back at me again
And then he stood up walked away and closed the door
I'm standing in a mirrored hall I punch and kick at every wall
I fall my knuckles bloodied dripping to the ground
I look up and see Angel White just disappear into the night
There is a term for this if not then just a sound
When I'm standing tall I can't help but fall
When I'm on my knees I feel truly free
When I see Remote Control she would just offer me a bowl
And then she mesmerized explicitly at Dawn
As she came tome again she fluctuated slightly then
She misquoted all of the words I heard before
She populated like a breeze that had a different chain link sleeve
Of retributions paid and other ones that lost
As she split the sun in half She moved against the righteous path
And climbed down from the perch that never paid the cost
As I stood to see that it wasn't me
In that playful past of iconoclasts
The old man shuffled past me there his flask was metal facial hair
He had a jumpsuit on of rhinestones shining white
Never gave me wisdom once I didn't ask for other ones
But then I saw it as a lecture from respite
Did he really give a shit I didn't think he was legit
But then the world's a work and we're all fucking marks
The greatest con became the truth Falsified by the unclaimed youth
Of everyone it fades away into a spark
I'm so goddamned tired I'm so goddamn mired
Will it ever end probably not, my friend
When a man ain't got no home there's one thing left he's born to roam
But then again to run away's too aching sad
As a pilgrim from the rest who like to propagate the best
Of worst things everywhere there's money to be had
So I disappeared to see if when a people can't be free
That you can drown your sorrows just from passing through
Guess we'll never really know but it's sure fun to try to though
And if you don't agree I ain't got time for you
All my bullets gone shot through by this song
Westward let us roam make the road our home
Dave - guitar, vocals, harmonica
Brian - bass, engineering, mixing
Wil - drums
Ian - mastering

OLD MAN BLUES ACOUSTIC
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

Apr 21, 2020

THE WAR PART 2: DAWN CITY

FRONT LINE
Dig it murder's suicide alright
Suck it stubbornness is pride inside
Fuck it breathing nitrogen again
Shoot it war's a pathogen my friend
I feel patricidal won't you come and slow my world?
Here now downright tribal won't you come and slow my world
I been laid low I been can't go I been fathomed out
Where's my peep hole drenched in trench low is the highest bout
I'd surrender or pretend or not to kiss the mud
Blood and lice and smoke and lice and dying in the crud goddammit
Only oceans fear and oceans beach to desert stretch
There's a line around the earth to fucking heave and wretch
Every single goddamn walker's fighting in this war
Men and women all religions not the rich but poor goddammit
I am drenched in pouring rain
Maybe I have gone insane
Only feeling here is pain
Everything I do's in vain
Right now I just want to die
Take a chance and try to fly
Depression has doused my soul
I have lost all my control
Depression cradle me depression soothe me
Solve everything violently
Kill 'em all and let 'em be
Rock and rolling glory be
I am drowning in a see of depression
Dave - guitars and vocals
Brian - bass, engineering, mixing
Sharon - drums
Ian - mastering

HELL ON EARTH
There ain't no good or evil here
Grace has just up and disappeared
Everything's too fucking loud
Collectively we're a mushroom cloud
The ground beneath me creeks and moans
The sky above is filled with drones
The singularity is worthless
This brutality is just senseless
The maelstrom sucks dry every lung
It doubles down on flares of sun
The war city's a battleship
Plastics forged from hearts and hips
The rich sit back and place their bets
This isn't armageddon yet
The selfish wants of greed protrudes
The moneymaking then ensues
As long as this machine does hum
Cannibals, daughters and sons
It chews them up and spits them out
Humanity ain't got no clout
The writers write of fogs of war
The fighters fight the scorers score
Language warps primordial thought
Human life is sold and bought
Ain't no good and evil here
Ain't no good or evil here
Dave - guitars and vocals
Brian - bass, engineering, mixing
Sharon - drums
Ian - mastering

ARCTIC WAR
I'm in the Arctic War and the Antarctic War
The ice is pink and black the sky is brown and grey
It's arbitrary, man, who you fight for today
It's geographic, man, for that they make you pay
For that they make you pay
This murder's never stopped since hands picked up a rock
It's cities and it's dust it's all downhill from here
We blew it when we tried to kick it into gear
Philosophy is dead on that we all are clear
On that we all are clear
FIGHT!
The rumblings wake me up with blazing guns and then
The sky it opens up and Dawn she blazes fire
Through Elvis Presley's face the Czar and Khan retire
The mood it lightens up and Dawn douses the fire
So Dawn she saved the world
Or maybe just my brain
Or maybe all of us
Or maybe just the pain
Dave Linantud - guitar and vocals
Brian Lutz - bass, sound engineering, mixing
Sharon Santos - drums
Ian Burke - mastering

ATOM BOMB
Well I feel alright maybe a bit uptight
I'm on a transport boat it's like a new remote
Got a floating thumb like a number one
Half another one loaded half my gun
On a factory ship they stole a rather zip
Get me out of there where the air to care
Less of everything bring the sing ring thing
At the quarter mark played without the stark
Leave the war behind in effort sublime
Of a human skull filled with less than null
Here the yells and coughs
Feeding at the trough
Like an eagle's wings sing the ring thing bring
It to newfound lathes baths and crass crash labs
Feed me nitrogen pennies current slim
From a battle zone smelling like ozone
Peace will set me free if I want to be
Sing the joys of life na na na na na na
Uplift me uplift me tra la la
Does anything really ever happen
How 'bout them migrants at the door
You got the money for the answer
You got the money for the floor
When I looked around was Atlantis bound
Got PTSD got that shit for free
It's a genesis it's a catharsis
It's a love ornate let's copulate
I got a song for you
It's heaving like a clue
I got to radiate
And build my love from hate
I broke the atom bomb KABOOM
I felt it I felt it give me room
I heard the drums a-beating goddamn
I heard the march retreating, man
Like the towers fall Dawn City enthralled
It's an edifice it's an urban myth
She's the Atom Bomb she's the right aplomb
Boil and salt to taste then repatriate
I got a song for you
It's heaving like a clue
I got to radiate
And build my love from hate
Within the City's gates
I don't ingratiate
Or have a trust in fate
Dave - vocals and guitars
Brian - bass, engineering, mixing
Andy - drums, percussion
Ian - mastering

BIRTHDAY PARTY
Welcome to my birthday party but it hasn't started
Until you're gone
Violence the pot is brimming
We're all just swimming in it's song
Why can't you see that this ain't no party
I wonder if my heart is showing
And if you're knowing who I am
I wonder because I can feel you
But not see through you if I can
My questions ain't small
War it kills us all
I just want to know what's right that's all
That's all
People they fill me with questions
The world is spinning under me
Catch it a thought is drifting
I'm sitting sifting come float with me
Listen to me and join my party
So let's get started
Dave - guitar and vocals
Brian - bass, engineering, and mixing
Andy - drums
Ian - mastering

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
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

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

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 sarcophagus
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
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Dave - vocals, guitars
Brian - bass, engineering, mixing
Andy - drums
Ian - mastering

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
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
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

RUST
I didn't know that the show would not go back to you
I didn't know that the lies that were told would come true
I didn't think or even care if it all went down in rust
I didn't mind if it did but I guess it wasn't just
The consequence was begging
For a thing that smelled like true
And the operator called up
And the financing fell through
At least we got it demoed and my wife was sick and everybody cried
Got laid off a couple times but kept on writing, man, because that's what you do
Every path of atmospheric musings keeps me coming back to you
The plot holes got dismembered
I lost my mind a bit
We put it on the podcast
Because we worked out the apocalypse
Spare you all the details
Just trying to write some songs
I'd like to keep on adding
It just takes so goddamned long
Let it rust
Dave Linantud - quitars, vocals, harmonica
Brian Lutz - bass, engineering, mixing
Sharon Santos - drums
Ian Burke - mastering

MELTDOWN HEAVY
You some punk motherfuckers while you're sitting in your high chairs
In your seats that be controlling the world
You don't care about the people build your liquor stores and steeples
Hold the roughest of the roughest of the pearls
The people act as lemmings all distracted and the same is true
For all this fucking lying crying blues
Distract us from our misery lie to us to keep us busy
While you tell us what our thoughts are and our views
Manipulated prayed for fellated
The dream is a lie and I'm craving a meltdown
Lead like a herd mindless retro absurd
And the scheme is a pyramid oligarchs abound
The rich elite lie to you and they motherfucking use you
If you're left well then they make you hate the right
And the other way too, punks, it's fucking junk they use the trunks
And pack their lies up so they seem like truth and light
They keep us all distracted while their riches get impacted
By the oligarchal lurching huge machine
They twist up information hide the overall stagnation
And they make you wonder what it all can mean
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Dave Linantud - guitars and vocals
Brian Lutz - bass, engineering, mixing
Sharon Santos - drums
Ian Burke - mastering

Apr 14, 2020

THE WAR PART 1: ATLANTIS

THE WAR OVERTURE
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Dave - guitars and vocals
Brian - bass, engineering, mixing
Andy - drums and percussion
Ian - mastering

MELTDOWN
When the world started turning and it set to up and burning
All the freedom of a megalopolis
The United States was bleeding and the populace was pleading
For a living breathing old sarcophagus
Well she took to warring constantly for fossil fuels and Jesus
And the lies of often civilated songs
Turned the Middle East to glass and turned her back on her repast
And said the Bill Of Rights is motherfucking wrong, bitch
God bless America god bless America
Land of the free and the home of the letdown
In the meantime out in Asia got a market euthanasia
Got it humming drumming economically
Tried collecting all her debts the US wouldn't take the bet
And said "fuck off" all rather pedantically
For the world that was War Four 'cause III was knocking at the door
And the history sputtered sporadically
In the chaos that ensued after wars for god and crude
The second coming happened despotically
God bless the marketplace god bless the marketplace
Buy that shit low and then sell off the countdown
So it came to be the truth that Chinggis Khan would be the proof
That if you want shit done you never wait around
He was rising in the as the battle lines were drawn at least
The history books would someday write all this shit down
So Julius Caesar rose to fight him made an army just to spite him
And a war machine that ran on human bones
They were clashing every day in every place in every way
With the plastics made from tissues of the clones yeah
God bless the emperors god bless the emperors
Though self ordained still they're willing to get down
While the generations died the war was living with a tide
Of surplus cannon fodder plucked off of the streets
All the fossil fuels are zapped the land is ocean, deserts, crap
Yes and the drums of war are shuffle/set/repeat
If you're looking for a wasteland well you got it have a taste man
What's it taste like fuck you cannot be the judge
It's the west against the east it's set, man "shuffle/war/repeat"
That's how it will be, is, and always fucking was
God bless the atheists, deists, and theists
In the land of debris at the edge of the meltdown
Dave: guitars and vocals
Brian: bass and mixing
Sharon: drums
Ian: mastering

RIOT!
I seen the sunshine only in my dreams 'cause it's never bright
I spent a lifetime feeling my way through the darkest night
I rode the airways I supped on lightening and drank the sky
I been transcended back away, lord, by and by
Riot!
Riot now it's our last chance
Seduce me with your sinful dance
Breath my soul and set me free
Everything will burn wait and see
Where are the women?
Where are the mommas, wives, and sisters?
Where is my shotgun?
Got it at the pawn shop and sawed it off, mister
How is this platform?
Hand to hand combat in the goddamned streets
The cops are in on it
They need money to survive just like you and me
Riot!
Everything will burn as you will see
Burn it down!
Dave - guitars and vocals
Brian - bass, engineering, mixing
Sharon - drums
Ian - mastering

BABY BLUE GUN
I'm gonna join the army 'cause they're making me
They took the best of rioters with them was me
They fight their endless wars it don't mean shit to me
I'm gonna join the army 'cause they're making me making me
They punched me in the face and threw me in a truck
We'[re packed in here like cigarettes, man, what the fuck
They tell us that the plan is just for us to die
They'll feed us to the factory and make their weapons with our flesh and pride
And everything inside
They asked me for my name I said "I'm Baby Blue
I'm everything you hate and fear and cannot do."
They kicked my ass again and said it's just for fun
A tattoo on my shoulder says "I'm number one Baby Blue Gun"
Baby blue gun
Dave - guitars and vocals
Brian - bass, engineering, mixing
Sharon - drums
Ian - mastering

FUCKIN' JOB
I hate my fucking job I hate my fucking job
Fight or die
First day of basic had us drinking human blood
We're the only resource left ain't nothing up here, cuz
They killed five the first day 'cause they would not fall in line
I say "yes sir no sir" but I'm just biding my time
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The sergeant tried to rape me so I slit his fucking throat
Colonel said "Well goddamn, son, you're the kind of kid I can promote."
Got my new stripes branded on the fingers of my fist
Last thing that you'll see coming 'cause I never fucking miss
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There ain't no mirrors here they don't want us to see
There ain't no living here they don't want us to be
Last night I dreamt that I was falling from the sky
When I woke up I did not know that I could still cry and cry and cry
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Dave - guitar and vocal
Brian - bass, engineering, mixing
Sharon - drums
Ian - mastering

THE ROAR OF THE DRUNKEN GODS
Seven months in the shit
Turns out warring is legit
Killed as many as I lost
What a cost
It's funny how I love my gun
It's funny how they never run
It's funny that I never sleep
Never eat
It's funny how they never beg
It's funny how they get new legs
It's funny how the night is day
Fades away
The roar of the drunken gods
The worst of the lightening rods
The drunken gods choose not to sip
Let her rip
Dave - guitar and vocal
Brian - bass, engineering, mixing
Sharon - drums
Ian - mastering

ATLANTIS
Got a side business booming
Found the guy that makes the fucking drugs
I know him as the malevolent colonel
The one who coddles all us fucking thugs
Got my buddies let me cruise right through the missiles
Guess in other words they're called the enemy
Give 'em drugs I give 'em cash and other goodies
And all the largesse coming back to me get down
Gotta keep this transport moving
Can't believe my motherfucking eyes
A secret entrance through the glass desert
And an underworld that's better than surprise
Got plants and art and poetry and women
And everybody's coming up to me
Got to thank the malevolent colonel
For everything now that I fucking see get down
They tell me that this place is called Atlantis
The throbbing people mingle sing and fuck
How'd this fucking place be kept a secret
Eventually it's got to die to luck
The mayor is a fucking sexy lady
She keeps it so it's never up and gone
I need to meet the woman with the power
I hear her name is sunshine lit at Dawn get down
Every time I pull into Atlantis
Where the scientists make robot hookers purr
I get out of the transport and I rare back
'Cause I'm pushing on my horse down through the spurs
It's nirvana to the bohos and the artists
Singing songs and dancing every single night
Only law is that there is no re-religion
'Cause the intellectuals don't feel it's right
Get down
Dave - guitars and vocals
Brian - bass, engineering, mixing
Sharon - drums
Ian - mastering

KARMA WRECKER
Well they killed the malevolent colonel
I'll never see Atlantis again
They shipped me back to the front
Back to being just a grunt
My karma done got wrecked
New tattoo on my neck
They keep their eye on me
'Cause I seen what could be
I got to get back there
I got to get back there
Out of this karma wrecker
While in Atlantis I found an ancient record
It was made of vinyl Dawn she sat me down
It was named after an early gun
But the music was free and fun
She burned a sacred plant
She let the record chant
The band was clearly free
The band was clearly free
In the corner laughed a man in white
He was glowing like a tracer light
He ain't no karma wrecker
He said "Hello, son, my name just call me Elvis
Dawn she gave my whole life back to me"
Then Dawn began to sing
More beautiful than anything
I could see the notes she sung
As if it were from my tongue
I could taste her warming breath
She made me not fear death
She made me feel alright
She said "You're a shining light
You ain't no Karma Wrecker."
In a trance I made it to the front lines
Dawn and Elvis met with Caesar and Temujin
I think I may have cried
My heart grew dead inside
The stink of millions dead
The polar caps froze red
Time to just survive
Make it out alive
To Atlantis where I believe
To Atlantis where I believe
There ain't no karma wrecker
I don't know
Dave - guitars and vocals
Brian - bass, engineering, mixing
Sharon - drums
Ian - mastering

KILL THE MOTHERFUCKER
Kill the motherfucker
Motherfucking other
Motherfucking fucker
Yeah
Soldier motherfucker
Motherfucking fucker
Looky, motherfucker
Wooooo
I shot a motherfucker
Stabbed a motherfucker
Sliced a motherfucker
Uh
All these motherfuckers
This here motherfucker
Just a motherfucker
Wooo
Kill the motherfucker
Now
Dave - guitar and vocal
Brian - bass, engineering, mixing
Sharon - drums
Ian - mastering

MONKEYTIME
Blood rules the day
Vested to pay
In every way
Factory made
Yeah
Monkeytime
Wooo
Dave - guitars and vocals
Brian - bass, engineering, mixing
Sharon - drums
Ian - mastering

ENGULF
Engulf
Retreat and then attack and then
Retreat and then attack I said...
Dave - guitar, vocals, percussion
Brian - bass, engineering, mixing
Sharon - drums
Ian - mastering

Dec 23, 2019

No man can catch her eyes
She don't think much of guys
With their macho bullshit talking trash
To her it just ain't funny, man
She's made her way to Beta 9
She heard New Earth's a damn good time
She's seen it
Yet she's coming back again
-----
Them love machines are fine for some
When you're all filled up with Martian rum
With their whizzing gears sometimes
Why they seem just like a person
But they don't talk and they don't laugh
Unless the program tells them to
It really ain't spontaneous
But most the folk just don't care
-----
No man can catch her eye
Nor r-600s with custum thighs
But loves where you can get it
Take that plunge and don't regret it
Her eye is roving still
Forever, man, it will
Every day's an oppurtunity
That's all she wants to see
She leaves New Earth alone
Might as well go back home
At least her home is home
Home is home

Dec 11, 2019

05  I totally doubted him so hard.

10  We go in the backstage of the Shamu area.

15  I don't have a bunch of old cars sitting around.

20  I only eat meat that I kill myself.

25  Make someone look like total shit and not tell them.

30  The bands really do kind of suck.

35  That was fire, man.

40  Use your blinkers. Be courteous. 

45  Don't live in the desert.

50  I seen one space movie my whole life.

Dec 9, 2019

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 lifeI'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.

Dec 4, 2019

I messed up the publish date of this the first time arund. The good news is that it's even better now!

Dave of Society Fringe Productions and Dennis of Sun Rider 9 Productions

05  Might be for the number one seed.

10  It'll look pretty damn good.

15  Went fishin' down by the bay bridge.

20  Somebody said they did see them on there.

25  At some point Warner took over.

30  What's the dog's name?

35  That turtle's trying to sit on that fucking fish!

40  Baltimore Colts Fight Song

45  The hardest part is organizing for the sound people.

50  The Catonsville version for Chopped.

Nov 11, 2019

Instrumental with spoken words coming from one of Brian's whacked out books.

Oct 28, 2019

Dave - guitars and vocals

Brian - bass, engineering, mixing

Andy - drums and percussion

Written by Brian Lutz

Oct 21, 2019

For fear of everything the ancient pilgrim moaned

Alive forever brings whatever else was loaned

There is a specialty that no one does dare speak

Here in the aftermath of creaking banshee shrieks

Inside your crumbled world know you're not alone 

Outside the insular lonely people roam

Dreamers and malcontents and rebels scared to win

If even everywhere there's that humming din

Like a bird with everything insaide

Plummets shivering shores collide

If it ain't true than we're forever blue

If it is I must oblige

I feel so bad you see 'cause I can't get wat I want

With the assumption that our languages just taunt

Here on peripheral like lightening in the sea

And forged in question marks a language I can't speak

Hell, man, it's everywhere a humming tired ennui

Of shit that's happenstance we're chosen randomly

Directions all a joke salvation is a lie

Flyin' like a bird, you see, says "say hey bye bye."

Like a bird that soars across the sky

Keep on flying 'til we die

A new born curse

A worn out universe

Love and life fall from my eyes yeah

Oct 14, 2019

Embrionic sludge suck it down tonight

Down the delusion make you feel alright

Just don't wanna know just don't want to see

Just don't want to care just don't want to be

Listen, man, I dig everything is wrong

Such a stupid thought put it in a song

It's a pennt ante world that don't amount to shit

Ain't got the guts to die so numb yourself to it

Here's to you again

Pain will never end

Time to say "goodbye and hello nanobytes"

Let them pull the load you have earned that right

With everything you done and everything you know

Give yourself to it you deserve it tho

You won't come back again

Won't feel anything

Let that tonic breath let it fill your soul

Let it make that real let it gain control

Here's to nowhere friends

Never ever ends

 

Oct 7, 2019

She hates her clothes and so she walks around with nothing on

She's all butt naked at the mall she gets arrested, son

Spends the night in jail

Only thing she wears

Is just the ti foil on her head

The shrink think's she's crazy so he tries to fill her head with drugs

He don't believe the foil transmissions from her kitchen rug

Wall to wall by the sink

Don't make no sense

Just another reason she's insane

She tells the shrink exactly just what he does want to hear

Her plans have gotten bigger and she sees her time is near

Hit's a temporal note

A subsonic wave

And now the doctors are her slaves

Tin Foil Girl she knows exactly how to make some money fast

Makes the doctors clone a formula that makes the highs just last

Sells it to the numb' Cause they hate their lives

Just enough to start her own damn bank

When she multiplies the algorythm it's now on its own

Keeps on making shit be new it knows the sequence of the clone

Tin Foil gets her cut

Parties like it's life

And then becomes the president

She gives a speech up on the mall in downtown Washington

Just tin foil on her head and nothing else got no clothes on

Cut's her promo well

Hits the buller points

The pundits duly play their parts

Because she's turned us into marks

And only did it for a lark

We need a second Noah's Ark

 

Sep 30, 2019

Yeah

Well if it's true

Then she'll force it out of her mind

Congratulations

Fucking up for the umpteenth time

They say it's wrong

Spaceships guns and boobies ain't got no home

But it's a song

Can't forget the future when the past ain't ever known

She has an Elvis on her dashboard and a Dawn in pendant heart

And a dog tag of a fella who was there to play a part

When she spreads her legs and kisses everything goes down in flames

Just because it's life and death don't mean that this here ain't a game

Well had she known

She never would have entered but then she did anyway

Infatuation

That's for little punk ass mealy mouth with nothing much to say

But then that's us

Just a bunch of followers just glad to be alive

It's in the rulebook

Right after the chapter that says how to shuck and jive

Gimme a one shot dagger

Destined to blow my mind

No in between

Either the top or the bottom line

Singing on down the line

Spaceships

Guns

And boobies

Sep 23, 2019

On the interstate Charlene was just a rebel

Wrong as long as you're the one carrying a badge

In the aftermath of that sky blue El Camino

When she took one hell but it didn't hurt too bad

Now a polarized consensus leaves a girl without her senses

The aftermath was thus as much as but

She fought for what

Just to make it clear Charlene's Remote Control

You could see this swerve like a heel turn telegraphed

If you didn't know the scent of burnt rubella

Has a healing cypher and a myth just do the math

chorus

     in the place where the bison thunders echo

     lead that fuel gas her up and get go oh no

So the time space loop in the multiverse of stoners

Making stories up so the moon becomes the sun

Here's a reprobate sexier than Cleopatra

Let her fill your lungs up and smoke that son-a-gun

chorus

 

 

 

Sep 16, 2019

Fifty damn years on down the road

I was driving late at night

Under pollution lights

But it didn't stop the sun from coming up

To interrupt

Everything I seen

And everyone I known

My young self stumbled by

Too drunk too wonder why

Ain't no stars in the sky for the nowhere ones

That never won

Beat you black and blue

Bleed a drop or two

I see it in my sights

I glimpse it in the night

I don't know what is right for the nowhere ones

That never won

We're the nowhere ones

That just begun

 

Sep 9, 2019

00  Otis Redding

05  It's the science fiction western.

10  If there's ten songs he put a shaker on nine of them.

15  ...And he played in the Sprouts?

20  Paul bought it.

25  That was for six!

30  It just doesn't feel right.

35  Nothing is to be dismissed.

40  It might not be my chair.

45  You have some riffs.

50  I smoked pot at the first Circle 9 practice.

55  They were surfing in Tahiti.

60  He...he...he...he....

Sep 19, 2018

05 - "They're not in the teens."

10 - "Don't talk about it. You just got to do it."

15 - "Twenty years ago it was an island."

20 - "Interdimensional is more along the lines of what's going on."

25 - "...I don't recommend psychedelics to those people."

30 - "Double you, oh, oh, ee, are; 'wooder.'"

35 - "I can dig through my bag and find it."

40 - "I found my notebook from 2003."

45 - "You're doing sepia toned nostalgia."

50 - "January 31st (2003) the Ottobar Clash Tribute Show.

55 - "I got 7 gigs listed on here. I am a nerd."

00 - "That's how I roll, man. I'm a songwriter."

Sep 17, 2018

BLOOD

 

Roam, suckers, roam through the markets of Chin Pau

With you races full of hope and your pockets full of dollars

Roam, suckers, roam with the freedom of life blood

Sucking face with grace in a love that's blessed by turmoil

 

Mourn, sucker, mourn 'cause you spit on family blood

And you turned your back on Momma, she never turned her back on you

Mourn, sucker, mourn with your shoulder slinging nine

And that bullet by your heart which your brother broke on purpose

Roam, sucker, roam

 

Laugh, sucker, laugh, 'cause revenge is blood that boils

And the reason why it is is the reason why we're here

Laugh, sucker, laugh 'cause your life's a twisted mess

Let's look back in anger to how we got here

Roam, sucker, roam

 

Oh, precious blood

Relinquishing its hold on what's to be

Oh precious blood

New day rising bloody still blood still bloody still

Blood flows through our veins

 

Picture - "Blood Heart" by Philip Roberts

Dave - vocals, guitars

Brian - bass, engineering, mixing

Andy - drums, percussion

Ian - mastering

 

Sep 10, 2018

THE TALE OF THE EL CAMINO

 

The tale of the El Camino 

She's waltzing and drafting on air

Time and relative dimension in space

With a consciousness tied to my hair

With the breeding of an overhand punch

That pukes up a paisley gold flight

In the form of a youthful arachnid

Opportunity's also called plight

Around and away we go in the bed of an old Chevrolet

Straightening the hill flattening the curve

Doing it all night and day

Okay

Some say that the car has a conscience

Some simply say that she's a truck

Stock 305 bolstered by a warp drive

And a temporal matrix of luck

Remote Control found her in the portal

But she's been around lo many years

Here's what she did 'fore the Big Opera Grid

Just a matter of grinding them gears

Chorus

 

Dave - guitars, mandolin, vocals

Brian -bass, engineering, mixing

Andy - drums, percussion

Ian - mastering

 

Aug 20, 2018

00 - "Kuh-veet"

05 - "All he stuff that we did is now finding it's way into the digital media."

10 - "Get the starty going."

15 - "...the funky funky beef get lickin' on the chicken."

20 - "Sobrattic Sunjam song"

25 - "What is that thing that I cannot place?"

30 - "I didn't know the rule was you had to be tere for all my overdubs."

35 - "Porky wrote the 'Brian's Theme Song' melody."

40 - "I really didn't think it was possible."

45 - "It's super narcissistic."

50 - "If you pay attention you've known about it for ten years."

55. - "Wait 'til you hear what we do to it."

 

Jul 9, 2018

00 - DBTs bringing us into the pod casted into the realm.

05 - "Fucking Gettysburg just happened."

07 - Dave's birthday is on 9/11

10 - Remote Control is the Gettysburg Nurse.

15 - "Yeah the wackadoodle thing."

25 - "You call a shawl a shrug?"

30 - They became outlaws in the west.

35 - "I can't help it if you guys make up boring parts to an awesome song."

40 - "Yeah it's an ungly part of war."

45 - "I's evolved from all that."

50 - "There's a little hippy community repurposing those row homes.

55 - "CSS Virginia had everybody singing on it."

60 - SFPBW

May 30, 2018

Brian adds to his encyclopedic take upon the intertwined nature of good ole B'more players.

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