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Danger Music / Party Music

by Flagland

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1.
Been awake for a long time. I don't wanna be in that year-old mind. Walk alone in a cityscape, 'Cause I don't want you to ever become me. All I wanna do is see you again, But there's so much I can do with just one hand... I don't talk about anything but me...obviously... And there ain't much more than that. That's the feeling that I get when I play this track. I walk alone and I walk away, 'Cause I don't want you to ever become me. All I wanna do is see you again, But there's so much I can do with just one hand.
2.
Throw down your weapons! It's not a bomb; it's just my care package. Throw down your weapons. It's not a bomb; it's just my Christmas gift. Throw down your weapons! It's not a gun; it's just my camera. No, I ain't no killer. I swear it's not a gun; it's a camera.
3.
BFF 00:37
Friends forever? Yeah fucking right, I can count my friends with the wheels of a bike. Friends forever? That's not really true. I've seen "...the Temple of Doom" more times than I've seen you! Friends forever? What a load of crap! I'll stop answering your calls the second you relapse. Friends forever? No, I don't keep track. I'll be friends with you but not the monkey on your back. Friends forever...?
4.
Wasted 02:57
Are you wasted? I can see you lick your lips from here. Can you taste it? Are you wasted beyond all reason or fear? I wish I was, too; as fucked up as you. Then I'd be cool...not really. Are you wasted...or can you stand without my help? I can taste it...are you wasted beyond all semblance of self? I wish I was, too; as fucked up as you. Yeah, that'd be new...not really. Are you wasted? 'Cause I'm wasted. I'm so wasted that I can't distinguish right from wrong. ...And THAT'S wasted!
5.
Pigeon Post 03:48
You'll never get what you want From these carrier pigeons standing there... Hoot, hoot, hoot! You're not so wasted that you can't move, So fucking move! Send them with a message, pigeon post, As devastating as when a bomb explodes. Tie it to their talons, pigeon post; Tell them: at all costs, guard the roost...the rock n' roll soul. They'll never give you what you want, All these carrier pigeons standing there... Hoot, hoot, hoot! They say that young is wasted on the youth, So let's give 'em proof. They'll never give you what you want. I'm open and bleeding like your c#nt. And as long as I'm bleeding, nobody is leaving. ...While I'm flipping around like a rainbow trout, Broken down, but apparently not out. There's a feeling there, in the air, that no one cares, That no one is listening, they're too busy existing. When you've been onstage too long and the guy tells you, "Last song!" ...Rodents skittering across the wasteland floor: That's the company I like to keep!
6.
Feel 01:02
You know they were a band of mighty men, Men of mighty deeds Who vowed never to play a venue that had a stage. And everywhere they went People bumped into them, Bumped into their elbows as they played. Well, I don't know where it goes. I don't know what's the deal. What's my deal? Feel.
7.
My New Gun 02:24
Everyone knows it's a bad world, Everyone knows it's a sad world. Everyone's heard of OJ, Everyone's heard of BTK. Everyone knows it's a bad world, Everyone knows it's a sad world. Everyone's heard of the Mafia, Everyone's heard of the Yakuza. My new gun... I'm a little pussy with a big mouth, And now I have a big gun. My gun is shiny and new, And I finger its grooves. It's sexual to protect you all. My gun is heavy and chrome, And I stick it to your dome... And my dick gets hard when your skull is in shards. Everyone knows it's a bad world, Everyone knows it's a sad world. Everyone's heard of Hart Crane, Everyone's heard of Kurt Cobain. My new gun...
8.
Puppet Show 01:27
I don't know just where it comes from, And I don't know where it goes. I don't know just what it's really got to do with me, But I know it does. Every day I look at it a different way But it seems the same from this range. I got to get just a little further out of it To see what it is. I don't know, put it in a punk show For all to see all of me. And all the time it's in the back of my mind, Yet screaming in my face from that place.
9.
Dumpster baby from northern New Jersey Busted out. The back-alley abortionist couldn't hold me! Baptized in toxic waste and New York City's garbage, Circumcised by hatred, chaos and carnage.
10.
Party Music 03:02
Party music, party music. Did you know party kinda rhymes with body? Party music, party music. Put your hands up if you're having a good time. I don't know what's worse: things that people do When they're by themselves or in a crowded room. Man, I've seen some things. Man, I've seen some things before. I'm sure you have, too, in your time. There's a guy named Joe. He did too much blow And had too much to drink, and something else, I think. Now he's on his knees, begging the porcelain god: please! Ankle-deep in crud, now he's puking blood... At the party frat there's a room in the back. They take the ladies there. That's where they took Claire. Then she told them no, and they told her yes, And then she said, "No, no, no, NO!" Party music...take me home.
11.
Always on the way Live in post-literate What it can or might be, What is your point of view? Forget what you heard Cause the tables will turn And all you got's your word And we'll have nothing to say And I can really be me Life is a state of mind Is it being static? Is it like the weather, Being and Meaning? Forget what's the worth, It will mean nothing to you And I know you got the nerve Cause it is bottled in you And we can see how time feels That is the question.
12.
I was so drunk; she was so drunk, And so I asked if I could put it in her trunk. She said, "No way!" I said, "Okay, But I'ma get inside of that behind some day!" Asshole boyfriend. I had a girl, beautiful curls, But she had the biggest pussy in the world. I had a chick; she was the shit! I threw her out because she wouldn't suck my dick. Where's the courtesy? Asshole boyfriend. Everyone is an asshole boyfriend, Even you, and you, and you! Even me, and me, and me! I am a man; you understand That it's my job to get laid anyway I can. I'd fuck a shelf. I'd fuck an elf, And if I had fake tits I'd even fuck myself. Everyone's got an asshole boyfriend, Even you, and you, and you! Even me, and me, and me!
13.
drunkmfrs 01:43
Drunk motherfuckers outside my window, go away! Please, go away! I'm shouting at you, and you're shouting at me. Shouting out my window at you, and you're shouting... Tell me to go fuck myself. Drunk motherfuckers outside my window, please, go away! I never wanted to be one of the drunk motherfuckers...
14.
There are 30 million rats in New York City, 8.4 million snakes...
15.
Yeah, we're glow in the dark Concrete beat on a cellular canvas, I'm on the street selling the mandate to you Modern Times brings Modern Guilt But it's hard to change when you're just a stitch on the quilt. Laundry list of the camel's straws Keep your spell, and everything will run its course
16.
I don't know why you look to the sky With your hands pressed together like so. How unusual! I don't know why you pray to a guy Who doesn't give a fuck about you. What did God say? The sign says, "OUT TODAY" I've waited so long for something To tell me what to say or think, But now I know there's no easy route; You gotta figure it out. I fell asleep at the wheel of my jeep And it went flying off of a cliff. Where was God then? I was drunk at the wheel of my truck And it went careening into a bus full of kids, But God saved my skin. He's my best friend! I envy he who has his faith, Even though it's detrimental to the human race. You're wondering just what life is about? Fucking figure it out! But I know it's hard for you, I know you really don't want to. A human being will do anything not to think for himself. But it's the only cure For your dumb religious war. You gotta figure it out for your goddamned self. We're all born with holes in our skulls; Fill it with love, fill it with drugs, religion or rock n' roll. Just don't let some schmuck tell you how; You gotta figure it out!

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Our debut record Danger Music / Party Music. Recorded in Dan's basement.
500 LPs pressed

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released December 10, 2011

Kerry Kallberg - vocals, guitar / Dan Francia - bass, vocals / Nick Dooley - drums

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Rodents skittering across the wasteland floor: that's the company I like to keep.

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