1. Antiquated Fairytales:

Last time I took stock of the culture we had, I found the inventory lacking.

So much has been lost and/or replaced, or overlooked while we were packing

to set sail into this brave new world that we put so much hope and faith in.

The simple straightforward lives we used to live are now just antiquated.

Stripped of the lives that we once loved, or only knew from fairytales, brace for

the cultural nosedive. Sick and pacific we've become, so drunk on our own false pride,
 
waving flags in adulation for causes that we're not even sure exist. But who are we to ask questions?

Blood-red flags and holding cells if we resist, close your mind and mouth and

blindly pump your fist.

Manufactured crises and fictitious enemies help breed social cohesion. Fabricating baseless

"us vs. them" mentalities through fear  and division.

No burning cars, thrown rocks, riot cops in the street, no violent revolution.

Just the chance to abscond tucktailed with what we have. Avoid the trap of this collusion.

I'm still a patriot because I refuse to live in fear and I have hope for this country.

Only American because I was born right here. I didn't ask or pledge allegiance.

I don't think the causes that we kill for exist. But who am I to ask questions?

Blood-red flags and holding cells if we resist, close your mind and mouth and blindly pump your fist.

2. Rogue State:

Can't listen to the people's advice. They don't know what they're saying.

They think they know what is bes t for this country but they're uneducated.

I like the steady cadence of combat boots. It really sets the tone. Now all           
                                                                                                                                               
the "evil-doers" tremble in their shoes 'cause I command the throne.

Fuck the U.N. and all they have to say. Their rulings don't apply to me. All the     

poor kids get cars from their parents. I got the presidency. The pretext of my

invasion was legit. We have a plan for their fate. But if the evidence don't seem to add up,

it's 'cause we're a rogue state.
 
It's never easy not to bomb a defenseless country. So my information was all wrong.

It's God's plan, you can't blame me. Those camel fuckers over seas don't realize the benefits of our

democracy. What good are they to us alive if they can't be incorporated into our economy?

I love God. She'll forgive me.

Never read a book by Mr. Noam Chomsky. I've never had the time.

Everything I know I learned from my daddy. Please don't call them war crimes.

Bin Laden and Mr. Kenneth Lay, they have no ties to me.

But my good freinds "Kenny Boy" and "Been Laid?" attend Bush dinner parties.

3. Asleep at the Wheel:

The tires of this mess we're in are thumping on dividing reflectors.
 
Drifting towards impending collision with eyelids too heavy to see it.

We know the shape of things to come. The arms of stars are approaching headlights.

Time will tell if we will be, by our own hands, a failing species. The only

change that we will see is that which rises from a sense of community.

We've been asleep at the wheel too long. The blinders that obscure our view result in single-minded tunnel-vision.

The gross divides between myth and truth cause us to choose sides without thinking.

Such selfish beings we've become. Living life for narcissistic reasons.

Fuck this divisive myopic pride. Our silence only equals compliance and the only change that we will see will

come from social responsibility. We've been asleep at the wheel too long.

When the glass and the gas have settled and the upturned wheels have ceased to spin, we'll still be the walking

wounded, victims of this wreck that we were in. But I know that we're resilient and that we'll always find a way.

I hope we can reach a point where we can look back and say...we were asleep at the wheel too long.

Excacerbate the volatile and nullify the consequential. Priorities completely fucked.

The antithesis of our potential. We know the shape of things to come. The arms of stars are approaching headlights.

Too late to regain control. The only recourse is to brace for impact.

4. Fight Music:

Music Suck Lets settle the score we're not gonna take this anymore

Stand Up For the Underground,

Band with an original Sound Pump your fist and Fight it all Starts tonight

MTV, SUV's, Dirty hippies,                           

trendy hits, stupid chicks, exclusive cliques,

Soccer moms, Dumb sitcoms, nuclear

bombs, Minimum wage, Puff and Page,  My fuel Gauge  Fight,Fight,Fight

Fight Music with no heart or soul helping you ignore the state of the world

Fight, music a manufactured sound, Bringing us down its time we take it down.

Vegan Preaching politics, Dorky Frames Drunk and pissed, Eric Shunn is pounding the drums

3 average guy's, no make up no hair dye, stupid ass bitch wearing your Girl Friends Pants

Shitty Bands, Fashion fads, Rasta Dreads,

Kathy Lee, Democracy, not being free,

Shitty Scenes, the main stream, Prom queens,

Nickel back, War in Iraq, Your Butt Crack

5. Not Enough:

Just want to live my life and do that which is right. But no, it's not enough.

Just want to pay my rent and get my taxes sent.

It doesn't matter what we engage in. It all results in exploitation.

Our consumption ruins their lives.

All our diamonds are mined by slaves. There's blood on our hands for the things we crave.

Our consumption ruins their lives.

Just want to live blind, try not  to use my mind.

Just want to watch the news, that's where I'll find my truth.

Everyday people starve to death in mass. Americans believe it's a thing of the past.

Foreign policy is murder.

Is there such a thing as liberation from this vicious situation? Foreign policy is murder.

I think life's a great ride and I'm so full of pride. I feel that life is a game, therefore I feel no shame.

6. Ann Coulter's Army:

God is just a bully that has never had the benefit of having his ass kicked.

You're just his minions. You do what you want then you say that it's His will.

The relation is symbiotic. Well, kinda.  But who created who?

Your God doesn't need you. How many more need to die in the mud and the blood and the fear?

You're just a product of intelligent design.

You're exactly how He planned for you to be.

Seeing life through such pious eyes while being judged by some

asshole in the sky. Your myths are like pearls cast before THIS swine.

It's hard for me to believe what I can't see.

Sometimes I wish I could just close my                                                                                              

eyes. Rank and file in Ann Coulter's army.
 
God is just a bully that makes you consume the body and blood of your savior.

You're just his minions. You've been turned into "moral" cannibals and

vampires. The relation is symbiotic, yet you suckle at the teat that secretes a numbing poison.

Your God doesn't need you. Believe the absurd and commit the atrocious.

Is this all the product of intelligent design? Is this the way He planned for us to be?

Seeing life through such pious eyes while being judged by some asshole in the sky.
 
Your myths are like pearls cast before THIS swine. It's hard for me to believe what I can't see.

Sometimes I wish I could just close my eyes. Rank and file in Ann

Coulter's army.

7. This Music is not for you:

We’re here to get drunk and have a good time, Aint got no musical

Formula we’ll never get signed stupid fucking EMO kid trendy as shit,

Don't care if you like us we'll never have a hit,

and if you don't like us we don't care take your crappy music up your

dariar, I’m gonna shred your face ripping this four string bass,

No money no chicks so Fuck you if you don't like it.

This music’s not for you it never will be, ain’t no part of some punk community,

this music is the kind that I like yelling in to the mic a cool CD for the Car

you won't see us in Front of a Crowd this is my Hobby Rocking another dive bar

It's not for you it never will be fuck the latest

trend modern music can get bent

If we Never get signed then that’s fine

we'll never be homeless and living in the band, we'll be lucky to make it on a west coast tour man

Just a regular guy got no piercings or hair dye, been in 7 bands got arthritis in my hand

and you know that we are just a 3 piece playing music that 3 people love

I write these crappy songs that you will probably never hear, but it gives me an excuse to shred and drink beer. Never have a deal

no Radio appeal and if you don't like it you can all go to Hell.

8. The GAP:

I didn't want to play the game this time. But now it looks as if I have to.

I want to know the motives behind the crimes and the thoughts behind their shifty eyes.

'Cause when were young we have the energy to enjoy life but no money,

but when were old we have the money but no energy.

So we all live in disconnect.

There's not a single thing we do or buy that doesn't have it's repercussions.

Coltan in cellphones fuels civil wars and our clothes are made by twelve year olds.
 
So when will we kill complacency and have the presence of mind to see that our needs are sucking our souls dry?

What a fucked up reality.

So we all live in disconnect.

9. The Devil in the Details:

I always felt I deserved so much more than this. How the fuck did I find myself in this mess?

What's the difference between me and the priveleged?
 
Can't get anywhere without an education. There's so little hope beneath my bridge.

It's hard to excell without foundation. Those with nothing who ascend the social ladder are exceptions to the rule.

How can you say that it's not true? You might say it's not a good  enough excuse. Why can't you see you're wrong?

Never walked a day in my shoes.

It could happen to you. Beware the pride before the fall. It's not so easy, this game of life.

Because the devil's in the details. This is not how we're intended to live, but it's so difficult to rise from nothing.

Social Darwinism.

10. Fuck What you Heard:

Maybe you heard that we suck, our only legitimate fan’s named Puck,

Our parent’s girlfriends and siblings claim to like our band

No Political agenda, our music won’t change a thing

Were here to get drunk and have a good time chances are we won’t get signed

Tired of being dissed don’t care about this scene, anti-corporation elitist bull shit a

s I see you shopping at Wal mart

I heard our song’s are too long, nobody like our pop punk, Your sister and mom can kiss my shlong

kinda glad your shitty band hates my songs, Another awesome review

Fuck what you read in the Orion, Written by some freshman

douche we sound like OP-IVY, Fuck what you heard, talking shit are you sure, Fuck anyone who doesn’t

support Talent ambition, were on a mission, If you came looking for a fight your gonna get hit

are name isn’t a coincidence


Fuck, Talking shit let me plug in and punch you in the mouth

People quit there jobs for this? Crappy eighties punk rock, Disrespect us when

you can’t play shit that shit was dead in 86


we play more than 3 chords, you can’t deny our sound, Were can’t be

defined as metal or thrash, not Emo screamo or grind core our style is all our own

Been playing for over 15 years probably drank too many beers not rockabilly or cow punk

I’ve seen it all now let’s get drunk

Fuck your music labels we don’t have a sound and were gonna take you down

Fuck talking shit that band drove 100 miles with no incentive

Fuck anyone who doesn’t support Talent ambition, were on a mission, One last

thing you better fucking bring every thing you got or your gonna get rocked

11. Earth Abides:

Disregard the radioactive wind from the south. I'll show you fear in a handful of dust.

Relegated to living hand to mouth. Gone are the days of a healthy distrust.

We've been the destroyers since time out of mind and now it's too late to rescind.

We're being taken to task for our crimes. Once more into the breach dear friend.

We sit by and watch the American dream slowly club itself to death

while this planet quietly screams in the words of Colonel Kurtz...the

horror, the horror, exterminate all the brutes.

Peace can never be forged in  the fires of burning bodies.

We trample all life in pursuit of desires.

So self-important and fleeting.

You try to serve both your God and Mammon,

but we all share a similar fate.

A simple way to show some compassion is to remove the blood from your plate.

Religion tells us that we own this Earth, but in the end nature will always win.

Fuck this overblown sense of human worth. That's the reason for the state that we're in.

We've been the destroyers since time out of mind and now it's too late to rescind.

We're being taken to task for our crimes. Once more into the breach dear friend.

12. Walk the Plank:

I wish there was someone at whom we could point our disgruntled fingers.

When all is said and done though the brunt of the blame does not rest on our shoulders.

We've hardly done shit to try and change this useless two-party system.

Still we continue to place our

faith in fork-tongued politicians. I wish I could say I could see better days ahead.

I can't yet admit that I'm hopeless. Elections they look more like  auctions to me.

Our leaders aren't salt  of the Earth. They're quasi-royalty.

Americans are a strong breed. We've never been inclined to just lay down.

But as of late we've been deceived by vices, excess and distractions, television.

I love this country. But this ship is sinking.

All hands on deck. I vote for mutiny.

Let's make these silver-tongued charlatans walk the plank.

Our cities, they bleed between the sheets. Poverty and violence run rampant.

Still we ignore the cracks in the streets that the underprivileged fall through.

We have a hard time looking up from our lives to acknowledge the plight of

the disenfranchised. Open your eyes.

13. 7 Bands:

It all started back in ‘93 Nirvana Grunge Rock and ripped jeans, My Flannel Shirt My hair was kinda Long never

forget my first guitar

Could barely play, but started up a band called Manic Depression, got my first

bass later that year we played in our parents Garage every weekend, Mad Accident and El Matador the Band

climaxed with are one and only show, we recorded on some crappy boom box yeah we kind of sucked Eventually

Matt’s brother sat in on Drums and we played are Crappy Grunge, We played at the sober grad I was in 8th grade and

thought I would get laid

After that we formed the Accidents, Wine Country Punk domination, Mad Andy and Jeremy Stanton We shredded

faces with two basses The accident's were one hell of a band form a small town we made our stand, banned from

every garage with no place to practice,

through it all we persevered until Jeremy and Andy started having kids in the early 2000's

After that the Accidents disbanded leaving me and Madd now bandless

then Came Paul Carlson along with Dirty Dan, Pepper Spray Trey yeah the name was Kinda Gay,

but Dan and Paul insisted Back to back songs played in random Back yard Beer Bongs During

Songs are Gimmick. We made our CD in Willits California,

played a ton of shows in Back yards after that Dan moved above a Bar the

Band was done, but we still had fun, During this time I played in Delta Nine a

funk band were we just got High I played trumpet DJ Gower sang, Chris

Gill on drums and Gardea on bass Some guy named Jeff and a random DJ we played one show on 4/20 instead of

practice we would smoke 20 bowls,

Gardea’s Dog bit the Drummer and the band was done, After that I joined Loser In Denial,
 
we played 11 covers and played our first Show, Jimmy Lillard was Rocking the mic,

We got paid the most I ever got for playing a show

we mainly played covers, but had a few shows Sean on drums and Tim on Guitar

we hauled Sean’s drums in our cars. We all liked different styles of music and we

were doomed from day one, despite all that I still had Fun.

After that we formed The Mishaps, me Quincy and Madd Accident Quincy punk was the perfect

fit had ten songs and talked a lot of shit,

eventually Madd moved away and I did too wish we would have made a CD, but it was too good to be true.

I moved away to work in Washington, Came back and Called Every Drummer I knew, Eventually I met Logan and

Pete

Formerly Known as became Fight Music.

We've had our share troubles but now found the perfect drummer Fight Music will be Rocking Some Dive

Bar this Summer

I'm Just an Old man who has been in 7 bands won't stop playing until I'm 60.

14. The Legend of Forte:

The Legend of Fort he's not from this world, some say he's allergic to Alcohol

he'll drink until he hurls, Reciting Pumping Iron word for word he'll chug

a beer while flipping you the bird. Been to the Drunk tank more than

once and smashed a bottle on his head. The Legend of Forte he is one of the

baddest Mother Fuckers I have Ever Met. Forte, Forte Put his head through a

wall. Forte, Forte had ten Couches burned them all. Forte, Forte Flexing

when he drinks, he really doesn’t care what any body thinks.                                  

I had the privilege of living with the myth, all the ladies love him and he is

the shit. He destroyed our blinds, it’s on  you tube, he likes punk rock and knows

what’s up. He destroyed his Bike because it treated him like a bastard,

ended up at Petco at 4 in the morn Running along the freeway and up on

the on ramp, so many tales of Debauchery this is the legend of Forte

Forte, Forte 12 pack and an Orange Forte, Forte putting on shows

Forte, Forte founded the beer house He one of those people you can’t do

with out

Forte, Forte Falling on an escalator Forte, Forte his Eye is still faded

Forte, Forte all his drunken tales The legend of Forte I’ll be talking about

for years

15. Pro-Ana?:

Couture garments draped on holocaust frames. Like famine victims without

faces or names. Distorted shapes enforced through T.V. and peers.

Each glance at your reflection is like that found in fun-house mirrors.

We're all to blame. Open war on the female form. Give it a name. A social sickness that only destroys. From an

early age imbued with discontent. Uncounted calories lead to guilt and resentment. The contents of your

stomach expelled behind closed doors. Now as hollow as the notion of the ideal female form.Couture garments

draped on holocaust frames. Like famine victims without faces or names.

Distorted shapes enforced through T.V. and peers. And as the years go by it only gets worse.

16. Fuck 2012

If you believe the worlds gonna end...

You’re an idiot

17. Meet the Band
     Figure it out