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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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Apr 14, 2020

THE WAR PART 1: ATLANTIS

THE WAR OVERTURE
(inst)
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
chorus
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
chorus
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
chorus
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

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