lyrics; DEATH TO THE SHAH
I've got razorblades in my eyes, Ive got a ringing in my ears,
and a hammer in my head.
I dream of chasing rabbits, and owls in the wood,
and a hat on my bed.
DICTATORSHIP OF THE PROLETARIAT
A rising tide raises all boats, a shining path grants false hopes
revolution of rising expectations, voices forming weapons
I'm giving up, giving up the ghost.
Conveying the undercurrent, mythic inflation
force is the midwife of progress, workers of the world, unite!
nothing to lose, except your chains, does this merit a re-examination of our
MOURNING BECOMES ELECTRIC
Soundtrack to a suicide, caught in a maze of symbolic actions
life as an error of omission, tumult in the maelstrom
the synergy of turbulence, march is wasted, 14 days.
Bodies of suicides at the last judgment
shall be burnt and torn asunder
we're beyond the pale, of the misery index
everything gives you cancer, everything makes me cry.
DOWN TO THE SEA IN SHIPS
Down to the sea in ships, hunting the elephants of the ocean
Down to the sea in ships, we light the world
Down to the sea in ships, heating up the tryworks
Down to the sea in ships, perhaps never to return.
Many a ship left her bones to bleach, on some distant shore
turn their prows homeward bound, around the dilemma's horn
a dead whale or a stoveboat, I'll take a dead whale
let's leave bad ghosts behind, its time to set sail.
Down to the sea in ships, here be monsters fast asleep
Down to the sea in ships, colossi of the deep
Down to the sea in ships, widows walk in their peak
Down to the sea in ships, for fortune which we seek.
THE PROPHET ARMED
The prophet armed- will never- show attrition
so make a choice- of your- own volition
phase out the lord- and pass the - ammunition.
The prophet armed- with hammer- and the sickle
5 year plan- peace!- land and bread
bloodless revolution- will never- alter landscapes.
The prophet armed- with knowledge- of the future
subterfuge- an accident- of history
spoils of war- and division- of labor.
Winter trees disrobe their leaves, it turns cold we put on clothes
we take them off as it gets hot, seasons change veracity does not.
Pianos falling from the sky, look out or your going to die
voices hanging in the air, turn around and no one's there.
DEATH TAKES AN ACID TRIP
There was a young guy- it was his time to die
Death took him under his wing- the got drunk and wicked high
they went to meet some girls- never been in love before
stealin' kisses in the dark- that's what its there for
they went to see some bands- they were headed to Providence
they put on their dinking shoes- they went to spend their rents.
Sandra was too drunk too drive- Death slipped behind the wheel
they said you cool to drive man- Death said its no big deal
Little Debbie passed a joint- the dead man turned to look around
he lost control of the car- he drove over the bridge and down
Death learned how to live- how to love and how to feel
was this an illusion, was it dream, or was it real?
released July 4, 2014
Joel Jason; guitar, James Picardi; drums Eric Baylies; bass, vocals
(on #12 Eric plays all the instruments; bass, vocals,drums, guitar, moog)
guest vocals on # 1-3 and 5; Dan St. Jacques
Produced by Keith Souza at Machines with Magnets
engineered by Seth Manchester
all songs by Eric Baylies
all rights reserved