1. |
Anti-Destination League
01:58
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Anti-Destination League
Lyrics by Jesse Luscious
Cocooned playing the clichéd game
Mirror image of society’s same
Familiar motions conceal our stagnation
Draping fashion over fossilization
Free thinking’s under quarantine
Stuck on the perpetual trudge machine
Shining cubic zirconia to a glossy gleam
Convinced our fast food’s really nouvelle cuisine
Anti-Destination League
Institutional battle fatigue
It’s the Anti-Destination League
Abandon hope all ye who are here
The machine always wins in the end
The bodies pile up and the profits soar
While politicians and pundits pretend
We let them marginalize and allege
While their grind keeps us too far from the edge, Of
Showing some spine- we only hedge
While hanging by our fingertips from the window ledge
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2. |
Rattle the Cage
02:25
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RATTLE THE CAGE
Lyrics by Cinder Block
LET'S DO SOMETHING BAD
BECAUSE WE CAN
BECAUSE NOBODY SUSPECTS
LET'S DO SOMETHING BAD
SURPRISE ATTACK
WE CAN ALWAYS DEFECT
LET'S DO SOMETHING BAD
BECAUSE IT'S SAD
HOW NOBODY REACTS
LET'S PLAY X-RATED TAG
CUZ I'M A FAG
AND A DERELICT
GOTTA RATTLE THE CAGE
GOTTA BATTLE THE RAGE
NO MATTER YOUR AGE
YOU GOTTA RATTLE THE CAGE
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3. |
Never Say Die
01:47
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Never Say Die
Lyrics by Jesse Luscious
Piles of plastic as far as I can see
While pounds of poison spew
Day after day after month after year
Scum is stuffed into you
Swirling spiraling scrapheaps
Strangle the sea in the gyre
The smallest amoeba to the largest blue whale
Caught in our crossfire
I’m shocked you’re not buried under our filth
We try and we try and we try
I’m shocked you’re not buried under our filth
But you never say die
We slather concrete like butter on toast
And still your green shoots bloom
Crack reactors contaminate counties
Hidden toxic plumes
All we bury has a half-life
Into our water it seeps
Proud conspicuous consumption
While our extinction creeps
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4. |
Johnny Hit & Run Jenny
02:37
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JOHNNY HIT AND RUN JENNY
Words by Cinder Block
JOHNNY #1 WAS A BRUTE HE ARGUED WITH HIS FISTS SO I GAVE HIM THE BOOT
JOHNNY #2 HE WAS CUTE BUT HE DIDN’T STAND A CHANCE ‘CAUSE HE DIDN’T HAVE A CLUE
JOHNNY #3 HE WAS MEAN ONE DAY HE’D CALL ME “BITCH” BUT THE NEXT I WAS A QUEEN
JOHNNY #4 WAS A WHORE HE COULDN’T CHOOSE BETWEEN US SO I CHOSE HIM THE DOOR
I’M DONE WITH JOHNNIES ALL THE DIFFERENT KINDS OF JOHNNIES
SO ALIKE IT ISN’T FUNNY SO GOOD RIDDANCE TO YOU JOHNNY
I’M DONE WITH JOHNNIES ALL THE MANY DIFFERENT JOHNNIES
SO PREDICTABLE IT’S FUNNY SO GOOD LUCK TO YA HONEY
JENNY #1 SHE WAS FUN SHE LANDED IN THE NUT HOUSE SO I GUESS WE’RE DONE
JENNY #2 CRIED BOO HOO HER DADDY CAME TO SEE ME WITH A LOADED .22
JENNY #3 WAS A FREAK SHE BROKE OUT ALL MY WINDOWS AND SHE SLASHED THE SCREENS
JENNY #4 NEEDED MORE I CAUGHT HER SHOOTING UP RIGHT OUTSIDE MY DOOR
I’M DONE WITH JENNIES ALL THE DIFFERENT KINDS OF JENNIES
SO ALIKE IT THAT IT’S A PITY SO GOOD RIDDANCE TO YOU JENNY
I’M DONE WITH JENNIES ALL THE MANY DIFFERENT JENNIES
SO PREDICTABLE IT’S SILLY SO GOOD LUCK TO YA JENNY
JOHNNY #1 WAS A BRUTE HE ARGUED WITH HIS FISTS SO I GAVE HIM THE BOOT
JOHNNY #2 HE WAS CUTE BUT HE DIDN’T STAND A CHANCE ‘CAUSE HE DIDN’T HAVE A CLUE
JENNY #3 WAS A FREAK SHE BROKE OUT ALL MY WINDOWS AND SHE SLASHED THE SCREENS
JENNY #4 NEEDED MORE I CAUGHT HER SHOOTING UP RIGHT OUTSIDE MY DOOR
I’M DONE WITH JOHNNIES ALL THE DIFFERENT KINDS OF JOHNNIES
SO ALIKE IT ISN’T FUNNY SO GOOD RIDDANCE TO YOU JOHNNY
I’M DONE WITH JENNIES ALL THE MANY DIFFERENT JENNIES
SO PREDICTABLE IT’S SILLY SO GOOD LUCK TO YA JENNY
WHO’S MY NEXT EX? WHO’S MY NEXT EX? WHO’S MY NEXT EX?
DON’T LET THE DOOR / DON’T LET THE DOOR
WHACK YOU IN THE ASS
AND DON’T COME BACK!
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5. |
Ami Wineraus
03:03
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6. |
High & Dry
01:43
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High & Dry
Lyrics by Jesse & Matt Freeman
I used to sit by my phone waiting for your call
I wanted to believe you for no reason at all
My e-mail’s always full but all of it is spam
Chat’s about as useful as a telegram
From the Friendster to the MySpace to the Facebook Google Plus
I almost think you’re telling me there’s no future us
No matter what the method/ I’m waiting here for you
Maybe I’m the victim/ Some technical snafu
Now the deafening silence/ Has been your reply
Communication breakdown/ Leaves me high and dry
I’m sitting here in the dark
Drinking all night long
Just getting drunk and wondering why you won’t respond
There’s gotta be a reason
Something to blame
All this new technology is driving me insane
I still sit by my phone waiting for your call
I still want to believe you for no reason at all
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7. |
Freaks on the Street
02:10
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Freaks on the Street
Lyrics by Jesse Luscious & Miski Dee/CITY MOUSE
Bright light pierces my eyes
Boss man’s out of his mind
Serfin’ to please is my disease
Countdown from nine to five
Killing myself to stay alive
Can’t grit my teeth in peace
We’re freaks on the street
Punks on the prowl
We’re freaks on the street
Real life won’t grind us down
We’re freaks on the street
Freaks on the prowl
We’re freaks on the street
We know we own this town
It’s my disease and I know it’s true
But quitting time gets me closer to you
The shift’s over I’m off my knees
Darkness falls to keep me sane
Thaws my frozen brain
Cauterized work day wounds
Block out time clock pain
Night air creeps in my mouth
Daytime a memory now
Feet light I’m stepping out
Feels right all around
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8. |
Solid State
02:30
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Solid State (Those Jackals)
Lyrics by Jesse Luscious w/ inspiration from Mike Estes
Too many times is never enough
And that worn out wax will spin
Sonic sleds race right on by
Familiar crunch brings the same old grin
Lo-fi shakes down the highest places
That’s what they want you to see
Kicked to the curb when gone are the traces
Suddenly deaf to the gelding’s plea
Chorus:
Too many times we’ve sold short the sound
Too many times before
These jackals scar my solid state soul
But they won’t bring me down no more, no more
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9. |
Eleven Pints
01:53
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Eleven Pints
Lyrics by Sebastian
One pint down and ten to go
When the drinkin’ will stop I don’t know
Two pints down and nine to go
I only sat down a minute ago
Three pints down and eight to go
After this one there are more to follow
Four pints down and seven to go
Am I done drinking? FUCK NO!
One pint, two pints, three pints, four
Five pints, six pints gimme some more!
Seven pints, eight pints nine pints, ten
I’m on a bender but I’m not gonna bend!
Five pints down and six to go
Knock it back, yer drinkin’ too slow
Six pints down and five to go
Serve it up, this one’s getting too low
Seven pints down and four to go
When I look up that tap better flow
Eight pints down and three to go
Looks like I’m all outta dough!
Nine pints down and two to go
Got some money I can borrow?
Ten pints down and one to go
Yeah sure pay me tomorrow- Thanks!
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10. |
Rad Dad
01:18
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RAD DAD
Lyrics by Cinder Block
I SAW YOU IN THE AUDIENCE AT GILMAN STREET
I SAW YOU IN THE PIT LANDING ON YOUR FEET
YOU MAY BE THE CUTEST FAN MY BAND EVER HAD
BUT I GOTTA TELL YOU KID - YOUR DAD IS RAD
YOUR DAD IS RAD
I GOTTA SAY IT SON YOUR DAD IS FREAKIN’ RAD
I SAW SOMEBODY PICK YOU UP AFTER THE SHOW
I SAID WHOO - THERE’S A DADDY I GOTTA KNOW
NOW I’M LOOKIN’ FOR YOU EVERY SATURDAY NIGHT
I SPOT YOU IN THE CROWD LOOKIN’ OH SO TIGHT
BUT DON’T THINK I’M A CHICKEN HAWK HERE TO FLIRT
I’M LOOKIN’ FOR THAT SLEEVED OUT CUTIE BUYIN’ YOU A SHIRT
YOUR DAD IS RAD
I GOTTA TELL YA KID YOUR DAD IS FREAKIN’ RAD
I SAW SOMEBODY PICK YOU UP AFTER THE SHOW
I SAID WHOO THERE’S A DADDY I GOTTA KNOW
YOUR DAD IS RAD
I HATE TO BREAK IT BUT YOUR D-D-D-D-DAD IS RAD
I SAW SOMEBODY PICK YOU UP AFTER THE SHOW
I SAID WHOO –
THERE’S A DADDY I GOTTA KNOOOOOOOW
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11. |
Wounded Bride
03:07
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WOUNDED BRIDE
Lyrics by Cinder Block
SHE’S JUST A CHILD BENEATH THE VEIL
SHE CAN TELL YOU ALL ABOUT BETRAYAL
WHITE CAMOUFLAGE CAN HIDE THE BRUISES
WHEN VOWS ARE DONE TONIGHT SHE LOSES
DOWN THE AISLE TO HER DOOM
A DIRTY LOOK FROM A PERFECT BRIDEGROOM
DESPITE THE LACE THROUGH THE CHIFFON
SHE CAN SEE THE SWEET PRIEST URGE HER ON
WOUNDED BRIDE WOUNDED BRIDE
MOTIONLESS – ON A BARTERED BED
WOUNDED BRIDE WOUNDED BRIDE
THE SACRED BLOOD – OF HER MAIDENHEAD
WOUNDED BRIDE WOUNDED BRIDE
LEFT A RED RORSCHACH – ON THE SHEETS
WOUNDED BRIDE WOUNDED BRIDE
BATTERED TO A FIFTIES BEAT
HE TOOK HER HAND AND BROKE HER ARM
A BRIDAL FRACTURE BUT HE MEANT HER “NO HARM”
HE JAMMED A RING UPON HER FINGER
ONLY THE BRIDE COULD SEE HIS ANGER
A GOLDEN BAND A HEAVY SLAP
LEFT A WELT WHAT HE CALLED A “PLAYFUL TAP”
THE BELLS ARE RINGING FROM THE STEEPLE
AND MARY CRIES SILENTLY FROM A SIDE CHAPEL
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12. |
Make America Hate Again
02:03
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Make America Hate Again
Lyrics by Jesse Luscious
Soaking up corporate lies
Broadcasting freedom fries
Saturated with sultry sighs
Drowning out victims’ cries
Racist fantasies subjugate
Only blonde lesbians can’t be straight
Spitting insults at an insane rate
Making ‘Murrica great!
Guided by hate and fear
Bringing all of us down
Embracing his lies and his leer
As he Dons the crown
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13. |
Polk & Hemlock
02:32
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POLK & HEMLOCK
Lyrics by Cinder Block
NOW I GOTTA HUNT DOWN CRAZY BOB
FIRST THING I DO RIGHT OUT OF DETOX
LAST TIME I SAW HIM ON POLK AND HEMLOCK
PROBABLY HIDING UNDERNEATH THAT BOX
IN 20 MINUTES I’M MEETIN’ THE MAN
IN 25 I GOT TAR IN MY HAND
AND THEN IT GOES RIGHT UP MY ARM
NODDING OUT IN AN ABANDONED CAR
IT’S A CYCLE I KNOW TOO WELL
STRAIGHT TO HEAVEN THEN BACK TO HELL
DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT I’M DOIN’
THERE’S A DEMON AT MY SOUL HE’S CHEWIN’
WAKING UP TO THAT FAMILIAR NEED
IT’S TRYIN’ TO CLAW IT’S WAY OUT OF ME
CRAWLING OUT ON MY HANDS AND KNEES
GOT GOTTA FIND SOME MORE MONEY
GNAWING CHEWING
GNASHING SPEWING
AND NOW I’M LOST, ON POLK AND HEMLOCK
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14. |
Instant Verdict
01:42
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INSTANT VERDICT
Lyrics by Cinder Block
FABRICATED EVIDENCE DISPROVES ACCUSATIONS
ELEVATES THE PROSECUTOR TO A HIGHER STATION
SUPRESSED TESITIMONY TO THE DEFENSE ELATION
WHILE ALL THE LIES ARE POINTING TO THE PIG’S EXONERATION
INSTANT VERDICT
DOESN’T NEED THE EVIDENCE TO BE PRESENTED
INSTANT VERDICT
DOESN’T WATE THE JUDGE’S TIME WITH INTERFERENCE
INSTANT VERDICT
RIDS THE STREETS OF UNDESIRABLE INFLUENCE
INSTANT VERDICT
FINES YOU OUT OF EXISTENCE
HOW DARE THEY TURN A DEAF EAR TO THE COMMOTION?
THEY’RE HANDING OUT THE MEDALS / HAND DOWN PROMOTIONS
STACK UP THE DEAD LIKE CORD WOOD / SHOUT INDIGNATION!
HOW CAN IT BE THAT NO JUDGE HANDS DOWN CONVICTIONS?
INSTANT VERDICT
BLOOD IS RUSHING DOWN THE COURTHOUSE STEPS IN RIVERS
INSTANT VERDICT
TEARS ARE POURING DOWN THE FACES OF THE MOTHERS
INSTANT VERDICT
DOESN’T HEED THE CALL FOR JUSTICE OR RESISTANCE
INSTANT VERDICT
FINES YOU OUT OF EXISTENCE
WHILE THE VICTIMS GET
FALSE JUSTICE
THE FAMILIES GET
FALSE JUSTICE
THE PEOPLE GET
FALSE JUSTICE
HISTORY GETS
FALSE JUSTICE
WHILE THE VICTIMS GET
FALSE JUSTICE
THE FAMILIES GET
FALSE JUSTICE
THE PEOPLE GET
ONE MORE INSTANT VERDICT
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The Pathogens Oakland, California
VOX: Cinder Block & Jesse Luscious
GITS: Sebastian & Noah
BASS: Jovino
DRUMS: Markley
Graphics by Jovino Bunny
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