Liner Notes

Great, the Emperor has no clothes, now what?

 

  1. GIBBONS AWOKEN

 

Just because he was around

 

He saw there was no hope

And the world was so messed up

 

So many times

 

That he went out and did some vigilante stuff, got caught, and blew his own brains out. Again.

 

What lame dandy ass motherfucker is running the “no hope” muck rag?

 

Where are the rock and roll super heroes with the ZZ car?

 

Probably packing boxes at Amazon and dealing with unanswered fates.

 

Doom sells, baby. Doom sells.

 

Doom employs. Doom pays.

 

And if you want to be a true motherfucker-make her doubt her own character for bringing life here.

 

Click here to see no hope. Loosen your belt the sky is falling. Fate is doom and doom is fate.

 

Temperpedic for your coffin.

 

An old idea. That’s just reaching the general population. More violently.

 

Suburban/consumer banality and the cake tears is now strobe light violence fuck police state no hope

 

And everybody’s out of words

And out of hope.

 

Until one day

A cold metal box in space

Receives the emotional distress-signal vibing From our teenage planet

 

And on the box

A green light blinks on

Surrounded by a black iris

 

Back on earth,

The desert sands ripple

Around one of it’s own wonders

 

Ceiling Debris falls onto

The dusty control panel

As sand cascades down the hieroglyphs in the pitch black cockpit

 

There is the sword sound

From the Robert Palmer song

 

And Deep inside the pyramid, a Gibbons wakes up

 

To spare one person

One traumatic event

For one lifetime

 

You are that person.

 

Because today the good guys win.

 

You have to think this way

To do more than survive.

 

To do more than survive

Do more than survive.

 

Do more than survive

 

  1. SLEEPY DONI

 

Sleepy Doni

Fighting the shadows

On the pavement

On cold patrol

 

Help the doggie

Feed your neighbor

Caress a horsie

Cuz your on a roll

 

In this paranoid vision of America

 

We can still choose to be good

 

You can’t save the world

But you can heal it

 

If your kisses blow like

One at at time

Hey,

Sleepy Doni’s

Fighting the shadows!

 

Sleepy Doni’s

Stomping the shadows

Of the monolithic

Culture haunt

 

The

Avant-guardie

Kitschy

Faux-thentic

Sentimental dilettante

 

In this paranoid vision of America

 

I saw him on the corner

 

Making kisses blow one at a time

 

He’s going back to the original greek

Definition of the cynic and he’s out on the street

That’s where I saw him on the corner

 

Making kisses blow one at a time

 

He’s gone contrary with the killing joke

About how everything is broken and there ain’t no hope

So they just threw him on the corner

 

Because they hate when kisses blow one at a time

 

He looked so cold because he needed ride

He was quivering like cupid so i let him inside

Because he saw me on the corner

 

Making his kisses blow one at a time

 

So, now

Me and Doni are fighting the shadows!

 

Me and Doni

Shave our eyebrows

And clean the ka-bar

On a hotel towel

 

Counting shekels

In the moonlight

With his mommy

In a clerical cowl

 

In this paranoid vision of america

 

We can still choose to be good

 

You can’t save the world

But you can heal it

If your kisses blow one at a time

 

Make your kisses blow one at a time

Sleepy Doni’s fighting the shadows

Let your kisses blow one at a time

Beam the light, outcast the shadow

 

  1. FUNKY MAGUS

 

You know,

For a while I felt like I lived in some dystopian nightmare

Where, sort of, everything, and everyone, I cared about

Was reappropriated by some kind of wimp Stalinist, super-bougie, fake populist, two dates to the prom, snake oil salesman, prosumer,  alternate reality. And it was using my life, and my people, and my love to convince the world about how real it was. Give it comfort that it’s having an authentic experience.

 

But it’s not “for real. It knows it’s not for real. That’s why it has time to tinker with it.

 

Like gremlins, they wish it actually was what they believe is some desirable or attainable representation of reality, so they just assemble it to appear to be. Like perverted workshop elves.

 

I probably do the same thing, but I’m not jazzed about it.

 

But, what I’m saying is, it’s not about material-material stuff, proving that car is real, or my hand is real. It’s taking abstract things, emotions, experiences, and throwing down some smoke bombs and a strobe light, and telling me they’re real or made, and owned by somebody, IE this guy, and Dr. Lifestyle-Coach-Party-Dad’s got my two tickets to paradise.  

 

You know, you got pick from some “stupid list/endless feeling choice buffet” of what people can relate to, but the options have become more real than whatever’s going on with the person choosing them.

 

And I’m off menu. I can’t do anything about it. Do you know what I mean?

 

These choices are meaningless to me. It’s like, we have all the most yellow breads and cheeses for your soul’s vegetarian diet.

 

And, yeah, I know, it’s not a new idea or anything: commercials, advertisement. Blah blah. Kill your TV. Facebook. Obama.

 

But, do we really need to do this to EACH other now? Like existential entrepreneurial sociopaths? Have we ran out of so many worlds to conquer that now we just take turns brain-colonizing each other?

 

I mean, is there any other way, because I feel really gross about it?

 

You know, just anyway besides re-ordering a bunch of other people’s memories and then sending them back some VIP invitation to their own life?

 

Or just selling some new extra steps for validation by generating buyer’s remorse and then absolving it for dollars, and thenbeing a baby about it while getting paid.

 

Sounds kind of demoralizing, right. Might make it easy to buddy with the darkness if I was that demoralized. Might make it rational.

 

Pragmatic.

Responsible.

 

Gremlins, they hate when your kisses blow one at a time. You know, because they’ve “accepted” that you got to be like that. Think like that. Like it’s some kind of mature adult compromise, but I don’t know, that kind of vaudeville parlor trick is like they read the Wikipedia for The Prince and just grew their bangs out. Made the world their dad, and make a diamond waiting on their allowance. All pouty, punching the clock at the Realness Factory.

 

How come they don’t have that level of cynicism or blow my brains out at the dinner table-contrarian table talk for their own Keebler life-vomit.

 

Because they hate when kisses blow one at a time because it doesn’t say anything about a systemized world. It just says something about their life. About your life.

 

Who gets to decide the way the world works? Some idea? Or one at a time? Or some idea made by a few jerk-off’s one at a time?

 

These guys, they want to get paid to slip in their idea every time you could do your one at a time.

 

Imply you’re one at a time is meaningless because it’s one at a time, and then ask for a dollar, so you can feel good about the choice they took away from you because that’s just the way the world works because they’re your witness.

 

Yeah, you’re going to need a sweet release if you really believe that you’re just supposed to eat it. For breakfast. Everyday. That you can only choose between total anonymity and total witness.

 

Or, I don’t know, you could just love somebody. Or know somebody. Directly.

 

And push out all the little jaded teenage-grown up gremlins trying to cram their paycheck into all the social space that’s yet to be monetized into a theme park.

 

You know, and they can give me People Points every time they get another bit of my space, so I can get my mohawk pierced or whatever. Botox my dog.

 

But I’m not into the trade-off, it’s not a reward for me, and I worry I have to do it to be able to work.

 

Not in a “I don’t want to be an adult, I wish I could just escape it all and be a baby again” kind of way, but in a “am I going to have to act like this to another person to be able to survive” kind of way.

 

Because if I do, I’m just doing time on another planet. A teenage planet.

 

And that planet’s got to decide to grow up again, or it’s just going to end up hiring some really crazy Skynet meets Mussolini father figure with no body hair.

 

Like:

 

“I can wear whatever I want but I got tazed and lobotomized for walking too fast  at the people store. And now I have to fire the t shirt cannon at the book burning inside my 1000 year mind-prison or the banks going to take my baby’s avatar.”

 

And yeah, I would be a gloomy, everything’s kind of B.S. , so whatever I’m just making it, elitist underdog, grown-up teenager too if I believed any of that stuff. But I don’t.

 

I don’t believe any of that stuff. I’m not convicted about it you know.

 

I don’t see why that’s any more rational than saying I want to be a human.

 

A variable. A human variable. On a teenage planet.

 

Really, I just don’t want to be some nostalgia raffling stooge for the googlable authoritarian capitalist nightmare future that might not happen, but, you know, maybe I am

 

Maybe we all are.

 

I don’t know, am I trying to sell you something right now?

 

I don’t even know anymore, but I’m going to keep trying to figure it out.

 

  1. ROCK AND ROLL HUEY LONG

 

Rock and roll huey long

Rock and roll huey long

 

He’s just like you

And he can prove it too

 

So walk through the mirror with me

To Rock and Roll Huey Long

 

He’s just like you

And he can prove it too

 

He’ll through a party at your place

So you can learn to love your place

It’s time to celebrate your place

 

Down at the party

For the people

It’s a party for the people

 

Playing the fool who is king

But just for a day

 

Take a look around

But don’t look up

 

Don’t look up,

 

I’m Rock and Roll Huey long

A Rock and Roll Huey long

 

With Juvenallic groove

And the pleasure tube

 

So walk through the mirror with me

To Rock and Roll Huey long

 

Im just like you

And I can prove it too

 

The underdog you gave first place’s

An aristocat who runs the race

For urbane rats who pay to chase

 

Hypnotic bread juice

For the circus

My bread juice for the circus

 

My pizza skateboard

Nostalgic baby

 

Take a look around

But don’t look up

 

Look.

 

  1. DESIGNER FEELINGS

 

You can take me like a pill

I make you feel a certain way

But it ain’t brainwashing

Because you have to pay

 

We can go decade hopping

And time traveling too

Combining all the old feelings

And pretend that they’re new

 

With a feeling

On a feeling

With a feeling

With a meaning

 

A Webste’rs dictionary feeling

A cocktail of designer feelings

 

Yeah we can pick a battle babe

One that’s already won

Dress up like the good guys

Relive it just for fun

 

You pick your sentimentals

They can be white or blue

If it’s the end of history baby

There ain’t nothing else to do

 

With a feeling

On a feeling

With a feeling

With a meaning yeah

 

A websters dictionary feeling

And fda preapproved feeling

A culturally pasteurized feeling

A $5 DVD feeling

A corporate rock history feeling

An exclusive blog premiere feeling

A give me some real to reel feelings

Some street legal designer feelings

 

And I sold it to you

Cuz I’m a scorpion baby

And that’s just what I’ll do

Cuz I’m a scorpion baby

And that’s just what I’ll do

 

I’m living for you

 

  1. GINGERBREAD MAN- instrumental

 

  1. DANCING IN THE PIGLIGHT

 

I took some antihistamine

Because everything just hurt too much

And I needed to feel like everything was okay long enough to loose grip

And there i was

 

In this dream

You lived in a New Orleans style

Old house and I had come over to

Borrow a spotlight made from a pighead

 

Called the “pig light “

 

It’s a pigs head w a grip coming out its mouth

There’s a spot light where the neck stops

Built into the head. When you pull the trigger to shine the light

It looks like a pig eating a gun

 

No one can see you when the lights on

 

You came outside w dirty laundry or a pile of your clothes crying

 

You dumped the clothes into the open trunk of one of the man rusted out cars in the large front yard shrouded in weeping willows

 

I asked if I could borrow the pig light

 

Then I was a ghost i thought

 

I flailed in the yard with the pig light

 

The weird tourists couldn’t see me

 

Dancing with the pig light

 

I thought I was a ghost

 

I got done moving and went inside to see why you were crying

 

I felt my way through the dark chaotic cluttered house

 

I got under some covers and listened:

 

Your roommate looked like young Joan Jett. You asked HER why she was crying

 

Joan Jett said because he hit me

 

Both of you moved over to where I was under the covers. And continued your conversation talking back and forth from opposite sides of the bed or covers pile.

 

I fidgeted and coughed. I made sounds like I was waking up. Was I?

 

Apparently I was not a ghost, and you thought noticed I was there and that maybe I had been sleeping there.

You affectionately pulled back the covers

 

“Is this where you want to be?”

 

Then I woke up “for real.”

 

To answer your question,

Yes it is. I would be fine if heaven was my brain firing off like this. But in this life, it’s important to me that you know:

 

I don’t like you

Cuz I love you.

 

  1. ONLY LIKE

 

I heard you told my buddy

Bout my world of pain

About the trash cult chaos

Drilling my life

 

But who’s say it gets to take

When I’ll do more than talk about it

And make a handful of things

I’ll do more than like , yeah

 

Do you think radical love

Is falling fully into the fall

From outside of radical love?

 

Do you think radical love

Is falling fully into the fall

Or do you think it’s dumb

 

To not practice

Materialist transcendental detachment

So when you’re robbed

You feel no loss at all

 

Et. Al.

Et. Al.

Et. Al.

 

My friend in Kansas City

Holds a book that likes to talk about it

And a correct girl with anime eyes

 

“Would you want to own the world,”

He asked

“The more you learn about it?

 

Or earn a handful of things you do more than like and,”

 

Do you think radical love

Is falling fully into the fall

From outside of radical love?

 

Do you think radical love

Is falling fully into the fall

Or do you think it’s dumb

 

It’s smarter to be numb

And just avoid the fall

 

Into love and out of like

Into love and out of like

Into love and out of like

 

Into love

 

You don’t get to start with stuff

And then tell me to live without it

And Frankenstein religion

To the robot right

But you can rent a whipping boy

And never act or talk about it

 

When there is no love

Just only like

 

Do you think radical love

Is falling fully into the fall?

From outside of radical love

 

Do you think radical love

Has fallen fully

From our time?

 

Or do you think it’s dumb

It’s smarter to be numb

 

Or do you think it’s dumb

That it’s smarter to be numb?

 

Into love and out of like

Into love and out of like

Into love and out of like

 

All songs and lyrics by Daniel Pujol
Hard Days Pete BMI C&P 2014

Daniel Pujol:
Vocals, BGVs, Rhythm Guitar
Drums: 3, 5, 6,8,10,12
Lead Guitar: 3, 8, 12
3rd, yes, 3rd Lead Guitar: 1
Bass: 3, 10, 12

Brett Rosenberg:
Lead Guitar: 1,2,4,5,10,11
BGVs
Drums: 5
Bass: 4, 5
Keyboard: 1
Ambients/Sound Collage

Clayton Parker:
Bass: 1,2,5,6,7,8,
BGVs

Doni Shroader:
Drums: 1,2,3,4,7,11
Percussion: 1,2,4,5,6,8,11
Bass: 3
Sampling: 8
Ambients/Sound Collage

Dillon Watson:
2nd Lead Guitar: 1, 2, 9

Josh Gillis:
BGV: 2

Lee Baines III:
BGV: 2

Cover Design:
Alexa Sullivant & Zack Nipper

Cover Concept & Models:
Daniel Pujol

Vinyl Master:
George Ingram at Nashville Record Productions

Produced:
D. Shroader

Mixed:
Jeremy Ferguson

Email: danielluccapujol@gmail.com
Twitter: @danielpujol
Website: www.pujoldotcom.com

Special Thanks: Matt Elam, Rush, Jay, Tara & Jeff Leurs, The Place, Ryan Harrington, the Saddle Creek staff, Travis Atkinson, Alexa Sullivant, Wez Traylor, Ben Swank, Ryan Donoho, my family, and the band: Brett, Doni, and Clay, and Tiffany.

1. JUDAS BOOTH

I’m getting back into the swing of things
I had a real bad year
I been having trouble connecting to that
Funny feeling
I might call God

But I think I did a real good job
Of convincing myself not
To blow my brains out
Against the wall

It was a full time job
I feel I did it well

You know, considering
I did it well

I think I did pretty OK
Considering how bad it felt

But I’m not my feelings
I got to get them under control
The world don’t know my feelings

It just knows me under control

So I got to let that old woman go
I got to let my childhood go
I got to let my anger and resentment go

Before I know how I feel
About my real bad year

I been hunting down an evil me
That a maligned acquaintance
Paid to appear
It’s like a cheap Gary Oldman shadow
I got to lure down to the abattoir

So I can finish your half ass job
And kiss his mouth before I blow
His brains out
Against the wall

I’m like my grandpa
The one my mom pretends is dead

So yeah, I’m going to make him disappear
Disappear
I’m going to make him disappear

Gary Oldman
Shadow person,
Disappear!

I’m gonna make him disappear.

Sentence your sense of self to death.

2. MANUFACTURED CRISIS CONTROL

I’m so confused
About what I’m supposed to do

About my problems
Yeah,
They are so new
That I don’t know what to do
And that’s my problem
Yeah,
I got a new one

*Because the old me
And the new me
Are in a fist fight

I’m still confused
Cuz everyone move I make to use
To solve my problems
Yeah,
Just turns into what I pray is not for you
A brand new problem
You don’t want a new one

*

Everybody’s got some complicated stuff
They’re working through
So if you are patient with me
I will be patient back with you

Every time I see a photograph of you and me
I know my problem
Yeah,
My memory only places lonely me
Before some problem
But I don’t want to live there
Yeah,

*

Stuck in the future

3. PITCH BLACK

Well,
There’s only one place on the planet left
Where its OK to turn off your phone

And the functional rational for being there
Is to slip into a fictitious zone

Well I’m living in a very public world
But I was born feeling naked to the bone

And I’ll be crying like a baby
With the previews on because I’m going to the movies alone

*Cuz I’m down in the pitch black baby
I could be crying and you’d never know

Cuz we’re down in the pitch black baby
I could be right beside you and you’d never know

Because this economic language to talk about God
Makes me wanna cram my head in a hole
But I can time travel baby from the darkest spot
And get perennial by reeling a roll

Cuz its a neo-noir bummer wave world
That died an avatar instead of a soul
But I’ll be living beyond the dead and gone
Because I’m going to the movies alone

*

You’d never know
Shh…SHUT UP
Boo-hoo
“And the big lizard became his friend…”
But I was like “wah wahwah wah wah wah”

Because I’m running out of reasons to trick myself
Into never ever building a home
I’m on a mystery-less and endless quest
A moratorium made of bone

You know, I used to be a charming vagabond
But now I’m fading into a hobo
And I’m living like I’m already dead and gone
And always going to the movies alone

It’s like I’m screaming underwater alone
In the pitch black baby
I could be trying and you’d never know
Cuz we’re down in the pitch black baby
And I’m really right beside but you’d never know

4. CIRCLES

You’re like a bushel babe
That’s hiding all my shine
Of mediocre psycho babble
Mutating my mind

Telling me to dismiss and reject
The world outside
So then
How ain’t this relationship
In turn a waste of time?

Cuz I don’t know what I wanna do
Always debating bout you in my head

*I run it around and around and around
In a circle
Yeah
I run it around and around and around
I run it around

You’re in my limbic system
Keeps me so uptight
Preventing me from connecting
With those in my life

Whose affection I could use
To help myself unwind
Makes me fear all my relationships
Are just a waste of time
Cuz I’m

Stuck in a real bad way
But I turn it around

I’m scaring my family
B/c you’re putting me down

I’m stuck in a circle, yeah
But I can turn it around

Got spun in a circle, yeah
But I can turn it around

If I can stop spinning long enough to
Turn it around

Show me that your sacred heart’s
The human kindness kind
Show me more than 3D printers
Drawing skulls and knives

Show me more than kleptocratic
Demagogue control
Show me that you ain’t a lizard
Show you’ve got a soul
Cuz I

Don’t know what I’m gonna do
I guess there really ain’t no erasing you from my head

*

5. DARK HAIRED SUITOR

My King Kong
Keeps me strong
Taking me all around the jungle

A caveman
With a plan
Going to call up Jane in the city

Calling out to her window
Like some proto-Romeo
Tall enough to climb a building

Mowgli of
A kind of love
That is true
Like flowers are pretty

Bagheera of the stuff
That keeps Kaa
Out of the city

It don’t make a lick of sense
It got eyes like peppermints
Baby I got evidence
I am getting skinny

So I’m going to cut my hair
Pick me out a suit to wear
Get a bouquet of some flowers
That I think are pretty

Yeah, it’s true
I like you
In a way that’s more than friendly

I’m going do
What I want
What I want
Is you near me

Talking bout proximity
The distance between you and me
It don’t really bother me
Cuz I see it’s shrinking
We ain’t going to waste no space
Moving at a steady pace
To an even better place
That’s maybe never ending

6. POST GRAD

How’m I supposed to find the one and only
If I’ve fallen off the grid?

*Makes me want to cry
Makes me want to die

Man, a dollar’s a whole lot smaller
Than when I was just a kid

*

Taking ill of bad advice
Makes me want to cry
Doing time to pay the price
Like until I die

I’m the strangest stranger
Getting strange out in the strangest land

*

Took the esoteric easy rider’s
Empty open hand

*

I am Wendy clicking shoes
Into a place that I’m not from

Nowhere to go
No one I know
Nothing to show
Will I ever be free?

Going to the biggest place
To get my picture took was dumb

No one I know
Nowhere to go
Nothing to show
Will I ever be free?

*

7. SACRED HARP BFK

*Sitting in my room
Playing with my butterflyknife
Me in my room
Playing with my butterflyknife
Me in my room
Playing with a butterfly

Punching the mirror
Fracturing fear
I cut my face up
Don’t look at me baby

*

4th of July
Doctor, islander,
Biker people
So look at me baby

Cuz I just halfway understand
So I could use a helping hand

I see Hobo Joe
Old and smells like death,
Beer, and burger

Check out new-blue tooth
He ain’t got no time for his baby
In between these both kinds of crazy

Well,
*

Closing the blinds
Sitting by myself
And being quiet
So know when you look at me baby

You can’t stop thinking
Once you can stop

8. NO WORDS

Me and my friends we got no words
We don’t need them to understand
It plays like an awesome band

When one’s got color in the head
Two’s got music in the head
Three’s got visions in the head

*Of Freddy Mercury
Dancing to Queen
Inside your brain
All the livelong day

I’m half the Word away
A subjective world a way inside

My best friend forgot all his words
Did you need them to understand
Because you want him to understand

What’s the color in your head
Through the music in your head
From the visions in your head

*

I’m half the Word away
A subjective world away inside my mind

I’m in a play inside a play
With or without grand design

I feel I’ve pulled apart in something
But I can’t trust my own lines

Because I’m half the word away
In a play inside a play inside
My best friend

Has become my girl
Who honestly tries to understand
Not empathize with her biggest fan

Cuz the color in her head
And the music in her head
Plus the visions in her head

Of Freddy Mercury
Belong to her inside her brain
All the livelong day

Her mind
I’m half the Word away
A liturgic world away

9. SPOOKY SCARY

I have worked about a million 18 hour days
Living in an endless sleep deprived myopic haze

By the time I get home you’re already fast asleep
When you wake I’m like a dead body beneath a sheet

But I just want to make enough bread
To get to lay in bed
And watch Dr. Who with you and the bunnies

Is the world a vampire?
I don’t know….

Spooky gets so grumpy every time I am away
You give him my dirty socks to keep his ‘tude at bay
By the time I get home you’re asleep and he’s awake
Chewing on my shoes in fear that I want to escape

But it’s really my fantasy
Just you and me
And the bunnies

Everybody’s talking angst bout how to get their kicks
I think that stuff’s just made up to sell leather jackets
Every time I get home you’re already fast asleep
Am I living in a nightmare or is this “the dream?”

But it’s my fantasy
For it to be you and me
And the bunnies

Is the world a vampire?

10. SMALL WORLD

I don’t want to mistake my world
For the whole world
I don’t want to mistake my world
For the whole world

It would be so boring
It would be so boring
It’d be crazy boring

If I did mistake
My world
For the whole world
Because my world
Ain’t the whole world

(This world ain’t small at all)

I don’t want my world
To be the whole world
(Bc it’s bigger and better)

It’d be a small world
If it’s the whole world
(Bc it’s bigger and better)

I don’t want my world
(Cuz you ain’t god)
To be the whole world
(Cuz you ain’t god)
Bc my world
(Cuz you ain’t god)
Can’t be the whole world
(Cuz you ain’t got)

I’d be so bored
(You ain’t god)
With being right
(You ain’t god)
All the time
(You ain’t god)
I’d might want to die

If my world was the whole world
(Cuz you ain’t god)

11. YOUNIVERSE

I want to
Spend some of my time with you
Because I know I’m going to die
And that you will die too

You will die too
But no one wants to talk about it

Like you do
Whenever I am blue
Because I always calms me down
And plus I like it too

I like it too
Because the way you talk about its like

*It ain’t even planets
It ain’t even poles
It ain’t revolutions
Within solar systems no
It’s like one whole universe
Gone straight across the universe
Into another universe
In space between me and you
Between me and you
The space between me and you
Is close enough for me to magic

I’m like you
I don’t have to be here too
In a boring game without a name
Unless you play it true
I wanna play with you
Cuz baby you won’t dance around it

Cuz you want to reach out
It makes me want to reach out
Cuz I want to reach out
Watch out I’m going to reach out too

Y-O-U
And all the things I’d do
To kick the can on down your road
Until I’m too old to

Continue
Or even try to break the habit

For I flew
Just like a bird into
The fontanelle behind my eyes
When I was around two

Do you believe that’s true?
Your eyes imply that it could happen like

It ain’t even planets
It ain’t even poles
It ain’t revolutions
Within solar systems no
It’s like one whole universe
Gone straight across the universe
Into another universe
In space between me and you
Between me and you
The space between me and you
Is close enough for me to magic

Cuz I came to reach out
I came to geek out
I came to freak
It makes me want to reach out
I came to freak

Ben Todd

*Ben Todd
It’s your birthday
Happy birthday to you

I hope you get some kisses
And a million birthday wishes
And everything you ever wanted too

Like Diet Dr Pepper
Reeses’ cups and Las Palatas
And a picture disk of Brown Sugar too

I hope you get McDougals
And you get your Golden Sauces
And that Angel pays for both me and you

Then we go to Fido to see Whit
Who’s feeling groovy
While Rebecca’s singing songs for you

Singing songs of thanks and praise
Cuz you’re a really awesome dude

And all these songs are about Ben Todd
But this one’s just for you

Ben Todd
It’s your birthday
Happy birthday to you

Texting while you DJ
While you’re watching all the watchers
Who are also both movers and shakers too
I’m just staying home
Texting you by telephone
bout how I taught this dog to sing for you

RYE RUV ROO
MOMMA

*

ALL SONG WRITTEN BY DANIEL PUJOL
HARD DAYS PETE BMI
C&P 2012
BLACK RABBIT, MISSION FROM GOD, ENDLESS MIKE COURTESY OF
HARD DAYS PETE BMI & BADGER AND WEASEL MUSIC BMI

DANIEL PUJOL: VOCALS, GUITAR, DRUMS 1, 6, PIANO 3, 4, 10
STEWART COPELAND: DRUMS 2, 7, 11
DANIEL SEVERS: BASS 4, 11
JACK LAWRENCE: BASS 2, 3, 5, 6, 8, 9, 10, 12
OH DONNI DRAPER: DRUMS 3, 4
ROLLUM HAAS: DRUMS 5, 8, 9, 10, 12
MITCH JONES: PIANO 1, 2, 3, 4, 7, 8, 9, 11, 12
BEN TODD: BASS 1
DAVID STEIN: SYNTH 2
DILLON WATSON: LEAD GUITAR 6, 9, BG VOX 2, 9
WEZ TRAYLOR: BASS 7, BG VOX 2, 7, 9

PRODUCED BY: JEREMY FERGUSON & DANIEL PUJOL
MIXED BY: VANCE POWELL
MIXING ASSISTANT: MARK PETACCIA
MASTERED BY: CHRIS ATHENS

RECORDED AT CLUB ROAR & BATTLETAPES IN NASHVILLE TN.
DECEMBER-JANUARY 2012.
MIXED AT SPUTNIK SOUND IN NASHVILLE TN.
FEBRUARY 2012.

THANKS TO ALL MY FRIENDS AND FAMILY WHO ASSISTED ME IN GAINING ACCESS TO THE RESOURCES AND HUMANS NEEDED TO MAKE THIS RECORD: POWER RESOURCE APPROACH/NUDE POLITICS APPROACH.

LIFE WORKS TO AND THROUGH PEOPLE. YOU’LL NEVER MAKE IT ALONE.

UNITED STATES OF BEING:

1. DIY2K

DIY2K
MY BOOTSTRAP OF AUSTERITY’S
A SERVICE SECTOR BFA
IN POST-INDUSTRIAL MALAISE
SO BABY,
TELL ME BOUT THE FIVE YEAR PLAN
THE ONE WHERE I WAKE UP A MAN
AND SAY, “YOU KNOW, YES ALONE I DID
ACQUIRE THE LIFE, A WIFE, AND KIDS
WHILE FEELING GOOD.”
JUST FEELING GOOD
MAMA, AM I WINNING FEELING GOOD?

DIY2K
A STARBUCKS IN THE LIBRARY
ARISTOPUNK AND BURGER BLUES
OF UBERMENSCH AND FRANKENFOOD
FAUX-LEATHER
DEVIANCE’S AN INDUSTRY
THAT’S JUST ALLOWED BY THE POWERS AT BE
FREE TO WEAR WHAT YOU WANT FOR SURE
I’M OVER-THE-COUNTER-CULTURE
OF FEELING GOOD
JUST FEELING GOOD
MAMA, AM I WINNING FEELING GOOD?

I DON’T WANT TO DIE
BUT LIVING IS TRICKY
I WAS BORN HERE
BUT I DON’T KNOW WHY
TO SURVIVE
I MUST TRY
TO BUY MYSELF
SOME PEACE OF MIND

DIY2K
THE WORLD’S LIKE “ITS ALL YOU BABY!”
BUT I’M NOT A BABY
I AM A MAN
AND I’M JUST WANTING THE BEST I CAN
NOT DISENCHANTED
BUT FEELING STUCK
SO YEAH DUDE, I DO GIVE A ____
AMERICA, YOU KNOW BETTER
I KNOW WE CAN GET IT TOGETHER
SO BABY,
TELL ME ABOUT THE DREAM
OF FEELING GOOD
TELL ME ABOUT THE DREAM
YO ADRIAN,
I DID IT.

2. MISSION FROM GOD

MY BODY’S LIKE A CHILD
CLINGING TO MY BRAIN
IN DIVININTY SCHOOL
I MADE STRAIGHT A’S
WELL I DID EVERY GOOD THING
I’M SUPPOSED TO DO
I EVEN TRADED ONE WAY FOR MORE THAN TWO
SO BABY IF THAT’S TRUE
AND I REALLY GOT TO MAKE IT
OR IF I REALLY WANT TO TAKE IT ALL THE WAY
I GOT TO KNOW ABOUT YOU
YEAH, I GOT TO KNOW ABOUT YOU

WELL, ALL THE OTHER BOOKS OTHER PEOPLE WROTE
WERE MY CLOSEST THING TO LOVER’S NOTE
TIL I WOKE UP BLIND
TRIED TO READ THE NEWS
I DID MATH IN MY BRAIN TIL I GOT CONFUSED
SO BABY WHAT DO I KNOW?
ABOUT HUMAN NATURE
WELL I COULD WRITE YOU A POEM BOUT THE HEART OF MAN
BUT IT’D BE HALF TRUE
I GOT TO KNOW ABOUT YOU
OH MAN I GOT TO KNOW ABOUT YOU
TOO

WELL I WON’T KNOW HOW TO TREAT YOU
UP UNTIL I MEET YOU
WELL, YOU’RE A MYSTERY TO ME BABY
WRAPPED IN MY-DEOLOGY

BUT I KNOW IM HANGING OUT IN A SMOKEY BAR
AND I DONE DROVE HER IN MY PARENTS’ CAR
BUT I BEEN CLUTCHING MY BOOK IN THE HALLS OF MEN
AND I KNOW
ME AND MY BOOK, WE AIN’T NO BETTER THAN THEM
SO BABY IF THAT’S TRUE
AND I REALLY GOT TO FACE IT
OR IF I REALLY WANT TO CHASE IT ALL THE WAY
I GOT TO KNOW ABOUT YOU
OH YEAH I GOT TO KNOW ABOUT YOU
TOO
WOO

WELL ALL THE OTHER BOOKS
OTHER PEOPLE WROTE
AIN’T NEVER GOING TO FLOAT
EVERYBODY’S BOAT
BUT I KNOW
I AIN’T A VIOLENT KIND OF GUY
NOW BABY,
TELL ME HOW YOU SEE
BUT DON’T SAY YOUR EYES

3. PROVIDENCE

BRAND NEW POPES AND KINGS
OWNING ALL THE THINGS
I NEED TO SURVIVE
IF I AM ALIVE
IT WILL BE MADE
AND FULLY PAID
BUT BOUGHT INSTEAD
OF BREAKING BREAD
DANTON WAKING ME
TEXTING ON T.V.
ABOUT A PLACE THAT’S REAL
BUT CLOSE ENOUGH TO FEEL
IT IN MY BRAIN
A ROLLING PAIN
OF CHURNING DREAD
INSIDE MY HEAD
GOD IS PUMPING ME ALL FULL OF LEAD

OH NO!
HERE COMES ROBESPIERRE
BUT I’M TOO TIRED TO CARE
HE CAME TO KILL THE KING
SO KISS HIS FREEDOM RING
LIKE ONLY HE
CAN TRULY SEE
THE WAY TO BE
FOR REALLY FREE
TO LIVE BEYOND YOUR MEANS
BUT BENEATH YOUR BEING
STAY HUNGRY TO BELIEVE
IN MESSIANIC THIEVES
WHO FEEL THAT FREE
POST-HUMAN BEINGS
CAN EAT AND BREATHE
BELIEVE IN BREAD
GOD IS PUMPING ME ALL FULL OF LEAD

WHAT’S UNLOADING ON ME’S FILLING UP MY SOUL
BUT I’M NOT DEAD
JUST FULL OF LEAD
IS RELOADING JEREMIAH’S BROKEN YOKE
BUT I’M NOT DEAD
JEREMIAH
JUST FULL OF LEAD
JEREMIAH

OH YEAH!
PIRATES, POPES, AND KINGS
REPEAT EVERYTHING
CENTURY 21
FLUX AND OPINION
BEFORE MY EYES
AND IN DISGUISE
BUT IT’S A PRIZE
TO SEE AS ME
UNTIL I’M DEAD
GOD IS PUMPING ME ALL FULL OF LEAD

4. KEEPER OF ATLANTIS

MY OLD MAN HE USED TO SAY
I DO A GOOD THING LIKE EVERYDAY
WELL I HOLD DOORS FOR OLD LADIES
AND I SAY THANK YOU AND PLEASE

AND THATS JUST HOW I AM
EVEN IF NOBODY EVER UNDERSTANDS

CUZ THEY’LL BE A FEW WHO ALONG THE WAY
WHO WILL LET YOU DO A GOOD THING EVERYDAY

MY OLD FLAME SMOKE SIGNS TO ME
LIKE ETERNAL BURNING KENNEDY
TOUCHING FIRE AND TEACHING PAIN
LEARNING SO NO LOVE’S IN VAIN

WHEN NO ONE GIVES A DAMN
AND NO ONE SEEMS TO REALLY EVER UNDERSTAND

BUT YOU GLEW TRUE BLUE ALONG THE WAY
TO SHOW ME WHATS A GOOD THING EVERYDAY

I REMEMBER MY FIRST MEMORY
I WAS WALKING
AND THE WORLD WAS BACKING UP
IT WAS TELLING ME TO A STEP

MY OLD LADY SHOWS TO ME
THERES A BILLION MEN I COULD BE
BABY’S ON A BED FLOATING DOWN THE ROAD
LIKE A GOOD VIBES GOOD TIMES DYNAMO

CUZ I CHOOSE HOW I AM
AND BABE, I THINK THAT MAYBE YOU CAN UNDERSTAND

THAT YOU’RE ONE TOO WHO ALONG THE WAY
IS GOING TO LET ME DO A GOOD THING EVERYDAY

I AIN’T NUMB
I AIN’T DUMB
OR SLINGING MUD
IN A FLOOD

5. MADE OF MONEY

I SPEND A LOT OF MONEY
ITS LIKE MY FAVORITE THING TO DO
WAY BETTER AT IT THAN YOU
I’M MADE OF MONEY

IF YOU CAN’T TELL BY MY T-SHIRT
WHAT I’M TRYING TO PROVE
LET ME SPELL IT OUT FOR YOU
I’M MADE OF MONEY

SOMETIMES I WONDER IF MY SOUL
HAS REALLY GOT MY FACE
OR MAYBE ITS THAT UNDER IT
ITS JUST THE ONE I MAKE
I MAKE
I MAKE

I MAKE A LOT OF MONEY
JUST TO BE INSTEAD OF DO
ANYTHING THAT CANNOT PROVE
I’M MADE OF MONEY

I AIN’T JUST TALKING BOUT WEALTH
I’M MADE OF MONEY
WATCH ME BE ME BY MYSELF
IN MILK AND HONEY

SOMETIMES I WONDER IF MY SOUL
HAS REALLY GOT MY FACE
OR MAYBE ITS THAT UNDER IT
ITS JUST THE ONE I MAKE
I MAKE
I MAKE

MY BIRTHDAY’S ON BLACK FRIDAY
AND THAT TUESDAY TOO
SO MY SHADOW’S A VACUUM
I’M MADE OF MONEY

A S S O C I A T I V E M E A NING

6. ENDLESS MIKE

MIKE IS COMING BACK INTO MY LIFE
CUZ HE’S BEEN FRIENDS WITH EVERY WIFE
WHO SAYS THAT HE SHAVES WITH A KNIFE
BUT HE AIN’T MEAN

CUZ HE FOLLOWS THE GIRL
WHO KIND OF TALKS AND ACTS REAL STRANGE
YOU KNOW, HE SEES THE SAME
SHINING THING AS ME

HE’S GOT A DIFFERENT FACE
WITH THE SAME ENERGY
OH, BUT ITS GOT A NAME
E N ERGY
TO E N ER G Y

MIKE SAYS THE PASSAGE IN THE BIBLE
ABOUT HOW SERVANTS SHOULD OBEY
THE MAGNA CARTA DID MAKE REIGN
OVER POWERS AT BE

HE SAYS THAT, “I’M NOT KICKING TIRES
OR TRYING TO GET YOU HIGH FOR FREE
BUT RIGHT NOW, THEY CAN HIRED AND FIRED
JUST LIKE ME.”

HE’S GOT A DIFFERENT FACE
WITH THE SAME ENERGY
OH, BUT ITS GOT A NAME
E N ERGY
TO E N ER G Y

MIKE SAYS
HIS BODY
IS AN EXPRESSION
OF THE STATION
HE’S TUNING IN TO

WELL MIKE SAYS SHE CAME AND WOKE HIM
AND SAID YES, THIS IS A DREAM
SO ANYTHING THAT HAPPENS WILL BE OK
SO THEN HE DID SOME “DREAMING”
UNTIL LATER HE DID AWAKE
AND THEN SHE DROVE BY ON HER BREAK
AND THREW HIS KEYS

SHE’S GOT THE SAME FACE
WITH A DIFFERENT ENERGY
PLUS SHE KNOWS YOUR NAME:
EN ERGY
TO EN ER GY

MIKE SAYS:

HE’S MOVING OUT INTO THE DESERT
HE’S GROWING ON A REAL CLEAN SLATE
HE SAYS THIS WORLD’S TOO SMALL TO ESCAPE
SO HE’S SEWING SEEDS
HE SAYS, “I DON’T FEEL LIKE FEELING THIS
AND I THINK I’D NEED A HYPNOTIST
TO KNOCK ME DOWN AND OUT
SO I CAN SLEEP.”

THIS IS THE SAME PLACE
WITH A DIFFERENT ENERGY:
A VICTIM OF TIME AND AGE:
EN ERGY TO EN ER G Y

7. REVERSE VAMPIRE
WHEN I LOOK AROUND
AND WHAT I SEE IS NOT THE BEST
BUT ITS GOOD ENOUGH FOR ME
RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW
I GUESS
ITS SORT OF BORING
I GOT A MILLION WAYS
TO OCCUPY MY MIND
AND WASTE MY TIME

UHHHHH

WELL, I WANT TO
RELEASE THE HEAT
THAT’S BUILDING IN MY CHEST
AND BLAST IT LIKE A LASER BEAM
FOREVER AND ENDLESS
STRAIGHT INTO THE SUN
AND THEN MY LIGHTENING BOLT
WILL SHINE ON THROUGH
TO EVERYONE

UHHHHH

BURNED INTO THE BFF
I DON’T GOT TO BE MYSELF
IN A CONSTANT STATE OF DEATH

AND I BEEN TWICE AROUND
BUT I REMEMBER WHERE I BEEN
GONE TO SEE THE BRAND NEW BODIES
OF ALL MY OLD BEST FRIENDS
WE’RE GOING TO DIE AGAIN
BUT WE’RE NOT BLEEDING OUT
BECAUSE WE’RE REALLY TUNING IN

UHHHHH

SO COME UP TO ME
QUICKLY BABY
AND WHISPER IN MY EAR
AND RELEVATE SOME PROPHESY
BUT MAKE IT CRYSTAL CLEAR
JUST LIKE THE TIME YOU SAID
THAT,
“GOD IS UNDERNEATH YOUR MEMORY
FLOATING IN YOUR HEAD”
IN YOUR HEAD
UHHHHH
IN YOUR HEAD

8. NICENESS
OH THE FEELING
THAT I’M FEELING
IS NOT UGLY
IS NOT HATEFUL
WELL, IT IS DREAMY
REALLY DREAMY
LIKE I’M DREAMING
WELL, IT IS NICE
NICE

WELL IT IS GROWING
ALSO GLOWING
WHAT I’M FEELING
IS NOW HEALING
MY CUT AND RUNNING
BUT I’M NOT RUNNING
CUZ I’M IN LOVE
AND IT IS NICE
NICE

AMEN
WELL I’M NOT RUNNING
FROM
LOVE

NO CATHARSIS
NO JUST ONE THIS
MAGIC MOMENT
JUST KEEPS GOING
KEEPS GOING GOING
JUST KEEPS GOING
KEEPS ON GOING
TIL I DIE
DIE
BUT I’M ALIVE

9. BLACK RABBIT

LAPIN

YOU ARE BETTER THAN TV
AND YOU REALLY DON’T EVER BOTHER ME
CUZ IN THIS PEOPLE WORLD
YOU GOT TO HAVE A LANGUAGE
AND YOU DO, FLUENTLY

ITS TRUE,
IT’S NOT LIKE ME
TO DENY YOU DO
SO I DON’T

BLACK RABBIT
DEEP WITHIN MY HAT,
DEEPEST DEPTHS OF MY HAT,
TO GRAB IT

SO WHEN ITS WARM OUTSIDE
YOU KNOW YOUR COAT GETS THINNER
SO WHEN YOU’RE PICKING OUT WHAT YOU WANT
I HOPE YOUR CHINNING A WINNER
LIKE ME

LAPIN

YOU ARE BRED BY KIN OF ME
AND YOU RUN CIRCLES ROUND ME FEET
OH, WHEN THE SCENERY GETS CRYPTIC
WE GET A-APOCOLYPTIC
AND THEN WE KEEP LIVING

TO WANDER THROUGH
AN ENDLESS CAGE IN A GATELESS ZOO,
THERE YOU GO

BLACK RABBIT
DEEP WITHIN MY HAT,
KNEE DEEP WITHIN MY HAT,
TO GRAB IT

AND YOU BITE YOUR CAGE
TO BESTOW YOUR TEETH
TO IGNITE THE CHANGE
YOU KNOW YOU NEED
BEHIND CLOSED DOORS
THE FUTURE READS THE PRESENT
IF I’M LISTENING

AND I’M LISTENING
AND I TRY BUT

LE LOUP

YOU ARE ALWAYS LEADING ME
WAY TOWARD THE EDGE OF CIVILITY
AND THROUGH THE BRUSH I WATCH THE RUSH
OF MY KIN LIGHTING TORCHES AND EFFIGIES TO SEE

WHY DO
YOU THINK THEY SEEK
TO RE-CONTINUE?
I DON’T KNOW

BLACK RABBIT,
DEEP WITHIN MY HAT,
CAN’T GO BACK FROM THE BLACK,
TO GRAB IT

SO WHEN IT’S COLD OUTSIDE
YOU KNOW YOUR COAT GETS THICKER
AND WHEN YOU CHINNING OUT WHAT YOU WANT
I HOPE YOU’LL BE A GOOD PICKER
LIKE ME

10. EACH AND EVERYDAY

EVERYBODY
GOT THEIR OWN THING
AND THEY GOT NO TIME FOR ME
BUT ME AND YOU GOT OUR OWN THING
SO IT AIN’T THAT HARD TO SEE

THAT WE’RE GOING ALL THE WAY
EACH AND EVERYDAY
BUILDING UP A CAGE
TO KEEP US FREE

INFINITE POSSIBILITIES
LIKE INTERNET OR A DREAM
REALLY ARE JUST TETHERED TO

IMMEDIATE RESPONSIBILITIES
CUZ WE’RE GOING ALL THE WAY
EACH AND EVERYDAY
BUILDING UP A CAGE TO KEEP US FREE

I KNOW WHY THE CAGED BIRD SINGS
YOU DON’T EVEN HAVE TO CLIP ITS WINGS

LOVE AIN’T FREE
LIKE NO MONEY
ITS ON A TOTALLY DIFFERENT PLANE
I KNOW THAT ALL SOUNDS REALLY HEADY
BUT CHEAP JUST DON’T MEAN FREE BABY

CUZ WE’RE GOING ALL THE WAY
EACH AND EVERYDAY
BUILDING UP A CAGE TO KEEP US FREE

LETTING FREEDOM RING
HARK THE HAROLD ANGEL SING,
“BABY, IT FEELS JUST LIKE
SMOKING WEED IN HEAVEN.”

11. DARK KNIGHT IN SHINING ARMOR
AHH!
I’M LIKE BATMAN
BE WHATEVER GOTHAM NEEDS ME
TO BE
ALL OF MY TRUE LOVE
BE WHATEVER GOTHAM NEEDS ME
TO BE

ALL OF MY LOVE
YOU DON’T WANT IT
SAID ITS TOO MUCH
ITS TOO MUCH RESPONSIBILITY
BECAUSE

I’M A PUNCHING BAG OF LOVE
LET ME BE YOU BURNING
EFFIGY
SAY WHATEVER TO MY FACE
NOT THAT MANY PEOPLE THAT CAN

PHASE ME
ALL OF MY LOVE
YOU DON’T WANT IT
SAID ITS TOO MUCH
ITS TOO MUCH RESPONSIBILITY
BECAUSE

WELL, IT’S A LOT AT ONCE
BECAUSE
IT’S A LOT AT ONCE
IT’S TOO MUCH

TASK MASK BECOMES FACE
BE WHATEVER GOTHAM NEEDS ME
TO BE
FREEDOM IN BOUNDARY
I THINK THOMAS JEFFERSON
SAID THAT

ALL OF MY LOVE
YOU DON’T WANT IT
SAID ITS TOO MUCH
ITS TOO MUCH RESPONSIBILITY
BECAUSE

YOU DON’T WANT ME ALL AT ONCE
BECAUSE
YOU DON’T’ WANT ME ALL AT ONCE
AND NOW NOT EVEN AT ALL

12. PSYCHIC PAIN
THERE IS A PAIN
INSIDE MY BRAIN
THAT FEELS A WAY
I CAN’T EXPLAIN
WITH SPOKEN WORD
I NEVER HEARD
TO ARTICULATE
BUT NOT ESCAPE

PSYCHIC PAIN
FEELINGS YOU CANNOT EXPRESS
PSYCHIC PAIN

WELL WHAT YOU GOT
OVER MY HEAD
IS ALL THE WORDS
I NEVER READ
I’M LIKE A BALL
OF ENERGY
THAT’S EVERYWHERE
BUT NEVER FREE

PSYCHIC PAIN
FEELINGS YOU CANNOT EXPRESS
PSYCHIC PAIN

THERE IS A PAIN
INSIDE MY BRAIN
THAT WITHOUT WORDS
I JUST CANNOT EXPLAIN
THERE IS A PAIN
INSIDE MY BRAIN
THAT’S DRAGGING ME
JUST LIKE A BALL
AND CHAIN
BANE

EVERYONE SAID
THAT IT WAS LAME
TO LEARN THE WORDS
TO FREE YOUR BRAIN
ITS NOT A DEMON
I’M NOT INSANE
ITS JUST A FEELING
WITHOUT A NAME

PSYCHIC PAIN
FEELINGS YOU CANNOT EXPRESS
PSYCHIC PAIN

I’M CRYING
IN MY MIND
I’M DIEING
IN REAL TIME

 

 

PUJOL NASTY, BRUTISH, AND SHORT

  1. MAYDAY

THE BALLAD OF RICHARD HOUSTON

 

WALKING BACK FROM SUPERSTITION,

YOU DON’T KNOW YOU COULD BE THAT WAY

BEN F’S LIBRARIES GOT YOU CHRISTENED

THE ACE OF CALLING SPADES A SPADE

SO YOU CHANGE YOUR NAME TO YOUR POSITION

YOU’RE MAKING ALL YOUR TASSELS SWAY

FORWARD PSYCHIC NEPOTISM

BUT YOU DON’T GOT TO BE THAT WAY

I LOVE TO HEAR YOU SPEAK

BECAUSE I DIG THE THINGS YOU SAY

YOU GONNA WEAR THAT CROWN ALL OVER TOWN

LIKE YOU’RE THE KING OF MAY

THE KING OF MAY

DID YOU KNOW WHAT I BEEN THINKING

BROUGHT ME CLOSE TO HEAR YOU SAY,

“THAT I NEED PEOPLE DISAGREEING

SO I DON’T GET STUCK IN WAYS,

BECAUSE LATELY I’VE BEEN SLIPPING

DEEPER TOWARDS INSANITY,

SO LOW THAT I’M BUILDING BUILDINGS,

THIS IS WHAT ENTANGLES ME.”

BUT I LOVE TO HEAR YOU SPEAK

BECAUSE I DIG THE THINGS YOU SAY

YOU’RE GONNA WEAR THAT CROWN ALL OVER TOWN

LIKE YOU’RE THE KING OF MAY

THE KING OF MAY

THEM IS US WHEN WE ARE PICKING

LEMONS MADE OF LEMONADE

INTERESTED IN EASY LIVING

SO INTENSELY THAT YOU SAY,

“IT’S NOTHING REALLY ESOTERIC,

YOU KNOW I JUST SELF-EDUCATE,

CUZ MAGIC THAT COMES FROM MAGICIANS

IT ISN’T MAGIC ANYWAY,

BUT I LOVE TO HEAR YOU SPEAK,

BECAUSE YOU’VE BEEN DEALT THE FATE TO SAY,

YOU’RE GONNA TAKE THAT CROWN,

AND MELT IT DOWN,

AS A GHOST OF YESTERDAY.”

 

  1. SCULLY

“LOVE AND MONEY”

 

HANGING WITH MY SCULLY

BECAUSE I AM BACK IN TOWN

ALL I WANT TO DO IS BE WITH YOU

AND HANG AROUND

CUZ IT’S LIKE ONE OF MY VERY

FAVORITE THINGS TO DO:

SPENDING ALL MY TIME AND MONEY

HANGING OUT WITH YOU!

IS IT TIME TO BUILD A LIFE

OR TEAR AN OLD ONE DOWN?

PUT MY HEAD UP ON A STICK

TO FIT IT FOR A CROWN?

THAT DOES NOT SOUND LIKE SOMETHING

I’D REALLY LIKE TO DO:

WASTING TIME, MONEY, AND LOVE

NOT HANGING OUT WITH YOU!

I JUST WANT TO BE

GOOD

LIKE I KNOW I

SHOULD BE

TALKING LOVE AND MONEY

AND THE WAY I SPEND MY TIME

I’LL DO WHAT I WANT AS LONG AS

I RIDE MY OWN DIME

BUT SO FAR EVERY HORIZON

HAS JUST LED ME TO

THIS VERY PLACE

IN TIME AND SPACE

JUST HANGING OUT WITH YOU!

I DON’T WASTE TIME

YOU

DON’T WASTE MY TIME,

WOO!

 

  1. BATTLES

FOR CRAWDAD

 

FREAKING OUT ABOUT MONEY

FREAKING OUT ABOUT MY LIFE

WHAT AM I GOING TO DO?

WHO IS REALLY WORTH TURNING TO?

OH, I DON’T KNOW

TALONS INSIDE MY BODY

TWISTING UP ALL MY INSIDES

DID THEY GET TO YOU TOO?

GET YOU THINKING PAIN’S JUST FOR YOU?

AND FEED THE BLACK HOLE?

THERE’S A GLOWING SHADOW IN MY ROOM

THAT WANTS TO

BE MY FLAKEY BUDDY IN THE GLOOM

THAT HUNTS DUDES

WITH A PACIFIER AND A GUN

THAT TRIES TO

SCARE ME ENOUGH TO PUT HIS STUFF

IN MY MOUTH

BUT EVERYONE’S FIGHTING BATTLES

LIKE 7 BILLION OF THEM

MAKE LOVE NOT MORE

LIKE YOU SHOULD

DON’T GET A COOKIE FOR BEING GOOD

IT’S BEAUTIFUL

SO BEAUTIFUL

 

  1. NO FEELING (EMOTION CHIP)

“THE SPECIOUSLY GROOVY AUTOMATON’S OPPOSITIE-SAME THEME SONG ‘FOREVER 15’”

 

FLOATING OUT IN SPACE

CONSCIOUS IN A PLACE

IS NOT ENOUGH FOR YOU

CUZ BABE YOU JUST A BRAIN

AIN’T GOT NO FEELING

POLYPHEMUS HE

GOT JUST ONE EYE TO SEE

THAT IS HIS IDEOLOGY

THAT NOBODY COULD NOT LOVE YOU

CUZ BABE YOU JUST A BRAIN

AIN’T GOT NO FEELING

YOU GOT NOT FEELING

NO HUMAN FEELING

THAT I BEEN FEELING

ME AND MY TRUE FRIENDS

WERE BORN ON WITCH MOUNTAIN

FOREVER ESCAPING

THE JACOBIN THAT’S CUTTING YOU

TIL BABE YOU JUST A BRAIN

AIN’T GOT NO FEELING

WELL, I’M AN ANIMAL

BODY, MIND, AND SOUL

THAT YOU CANNOT CONTROL

CUZ YOU CANNOT EVEN DO YOU

CUZ BABE YOU JUST A BRAIN

AIN’T GOT NO FEELING

YOU GOT NO FEELING

NO HUMAN FEELING

THAT I BEEN FEELING

YOU HURT MY FEELING

MY HUMAN FEELING

BUT I KEEP FEELING

 

  1. SINGULARITY (TINY GODS)

“POOR MAN’S OMNISCIENCE”

 

I’M GETTING HIGH

ALL OF THE TIME

OFF ANYTHING

THAT I CAN FIND

LIKE RELIGION

OR CRAZY DRUGS

OR VIOLENCE

OR MEDICINE

FOR CORN SYRUP

INSTEAD OF BLOOD

SO WHAT I NEED

IS WHAT I WANT

AND SLAM FAST FOOD

AND SMOKE EAR BUDS

UNTIL I’M NUMB

TO EVERYONE

LIKE A TINY GOD

A TINY GOD

I’M A TINY GOD

I’M JUST COMING BACK

TO GET UP FRONT

BECAUSE I FEEL RISEN

SAY HALLELUJAH

YOU KNOW, ITS GETTING ROUGH

I’M RUNNING THROUGH

AND OUT OF STUFF

BURGER KING JAMES, THE SOLIPIST

ITS DOG EAT DOG

ITS TIT TO TIT

AND WHEN I DIE

MY CONSCIOUSNESS

WILL THEN BE BURNED ONTO A DISK

THAT’S UPLOADED TO

HEAVEN’S CHATROOM

THAT’S INFINITE

AND ON THE MOON

FOR TINY GOD’S

I’M A TINY GOD

A TINY GOD

 

  1. STUFF

“PROSPERITY GOSPEL”

 

MATERIAL INSULATION

EXISTENTIAL RED HERRING

FINGER WAGGING PHARISEE

OF THE PYSCHIC BOURGEOUISE

BECAUSE

I MUST BE CONSISTENT WITH WHAT I BELIEVE IN

OR I LIVE A LIE

ADVANCED CAPITALISM

A-BOMB INDIVIDUALISM

ECONOMIC, MICROCOSMIC

FRAGMENTED NICHES OF “ISMS”

BECAUSE

I MUST BE CONSISTENT WITH WHAT I BELIEVE IN

OR I LIVE A LIE

IS LIKE A ROBOT

BIOMECHANIC

MECHANIZATION

OF THE COLLECTIVE

MACHINE

THAT IS FREE

TO BUY HAPPY LIKE ITS JEANS

VOTING THIS LAND

INTO THE HAND

OF THE ONE DIMENSIONAL MAN

BECAUSE

I MUST BE CONSISTENT WITH WHAT I BELIEVE IN

IF I’M NOT CONSISTENT WITH WHAT I BELIEVE IN

THEN I LIVE A LIE

 

  1. POINT OF VIEW

“EMBRACING PLURALISTIC WORDVIEW WILL NOT ALWAYS BE YOUR DEFINTION OF GROOVY, DUH”

 

WELL, IT SEEMS MY WHOLE WORLD

DON’T REALLY WANT ME TO

DO ANYTHING THAT IT TELLS ME TO DO

TO DO

WELL, WHY WOULD THEY TEACH ME

ABOUT ROBERT FROST IN SCHOOL

IF THAT’S NOT WHAT I’M REALLY SUPPOSED TO DO?

TO DO

BUT WHAT ELSE CAN I DO?

I GOT MY HEALTH AND I’M NOT ANGRY

WELL, I CAN’T WAIT AROUND ALL DAY

AND FESTER OR ARGUE

ABOUT WHAT YOU BELIEVE AND IF ITS TRUE

ITS TRUE,

THE ONLY THREAT I SEE

IS COMING FROM SOME PRUDE

WHO THINKS THEY KNOW

WHAT EVERYONE NEEDS TO DO

TO DO

BUT WHAT ELSE CAN I DO?

I GOT MY HEALTH AND I’M NOT ANGRY

FLOATING ROUND MY HEAD

IS JUST MY POINT OF VIEW

AND THAT’S THE CLOSEST THING

TO WHAT IS TRUE

ITS TRUE

CUZ WE SAW THE SAME THING

RIGHT AT THE SAME TIME DO

THE SAME THING GOES

FOR GROUPS OF PEOPLE TOO

-LE TOO

BUT WHAT ELSE CAN I DO?

I GOT MY HEALTH AND I’M NOT ANGRY

AND THAT IS JUST MY POINT OF VIEW

THAT DOESN’T MEAN THAT IT IS TRUE

I’M JUST ANOTHER POINT OF VIEW

THAT DOESN’T MEAN THAT IT IS TRUE

YOU’RE JUST ANOTHER POINT OF VIEW

THAT DOESN’T MEAN THAT IT IS TRUE

AND THAT IS JUST MY POINT OF VIEW

THAT DOESN’T MEAN THAT IT IS TRUE

I’M JUST ANOTHER POINT OF VIEW

 

CREDITS & INFORMATION:

 

ALL SONGS/LYRICS BY DANIEL PUJOL C&P 2011

COURTESY OF HARD DAYS PETE BMI

 

“MAYDAY” AND “POINT OF VIEW” COURTESY

OF HARD DAYS PETE BMI & BADGER AND WEASEL MUSIC BMI

 

THE SKELETON CREW:

 

BASS ON #2, 3, 6:

WEZ TRAYLOR (NATURAL CHILD, MEEMAW)

 

BASS ON #1, 7:

JOE SCALA (DENNEY & THE JETS)

 

BASS ON #5:

MATT MOODY (A COUNTRY GENTLEMAN)

 

BASS ON #4:

DANIEL PUJOL (PUJOL, MEEMAW)

 

DRUMS ON #1, 7:

ADAM TANAKA (LIFE & LIMB PRINTING, VANCOUVER)

 

DRUMS ON #2, 6:

DAN BURNS (ACTION!, MAJESTICO)

 

DRUMS ON #5:

ALEXA ZOE SULLIVANT (SCULLY)

 

DRUMS ON #3, 4:

DANIEL PUJOL (PUJOL, MEEMAW)

 

LEAD GUITAR #1, OUTRO OF 7:

SEAN TO THE WALL THOMPSON

 

LEAD GUITAR #7:

WEZ TRAYLOR (NATURAL CHILD, MEEMAW)

 

LEAD GUITAR OUTRO OF #5:

BRETT ROSENBERG (QUICHENIGHT)

 

LEAD GUITAR #6:

  1. WATUSI (D. WATUSI)

 

LEAD GUITAR #2, 4, 5:

DANIEL PUJOL (PUJOL, MEEMAW)

 

PIANO & ADDITIONALS #1,2,3,4,5,6,7:

DANIEL PUJOL (PUJOL, MEEMAW)

 

COWBELL #1,2,3,4,5,6,7:

JEREMY FERGUSON (HANDS DOWN EUGENE)

 

RECORDED AT:

 

BATTLETAPES IN NASHVILLE, TN

ENGINEERED BY: JEREMY FERGUSON

PRODUCED BY: DANIEL PUJOL & JEREMY FERGUSON

ASSISTED BY: CANDICE BURNSIDE-FERGUSON