Cynical

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released November 17, 2005

"The Breach" and "Turn This Off" recorded at Smart Studios in Madison, WI. Mixed at Raw-Tracks Recording. Recorded/Mixed by Eric Katte. Assisted by Beau Sorenson.
"Cemetery Highway", "Cynical", and "Way I Fall" recorded at Smart Studios in Madison, WI. Engineered/Mixed by Beau Sorenson.
"The Heidegger Paradox" and "Scott Bakula" recorded at Axis Studios in Miilwaukee, WI. Engineered/Mixed by Vinnie Mollevolte.
"The Happy Song" recorded at Music-Go-Round in Madison, WI. Recorded by Vincent Farif and Mike Scieszinski. Mixed by Eric Katte at Raw-Tracks Recording.
Mastered by Trevor Sadler at Mastermind Productions in Milwaukee, WI.
Produced by Sunspot.

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Epic Power-Pop Anthems That Tackle The Weird and Ridiculous with Punk and Electronic Elements

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Track Name: The Breach
I can still taste you on the tip of my tongue,
I'm trying to hold your breath inside my lungs,
Draw me away.
Draw me amazed.

We stand outside ourselves,
and didn't move.
When we screamed fire inside a crowded room.

Mediocrity surrounds me,
To the point of tragedy.
Once more unto the breach,
We can walk along the breach.

Consumed by a devouring,
Convinced by an overwhelming.
Draw me afraid,
You draw me flayed.

We stood outside ourselves,
then you moved.
And I stood by myself in the crowded room.

Mediocrity escapes me,
when I hear your voice.
Barely avoiding tragedy,
We made that choice.
I closed my eyes so hard,
I didn't know the water from the sea,
As we walked along the breach.

The crack was deeper than it seemed,
I could not cross the yawning,
that opened in my chest cavity,
The frailty that tore,
Still led us once more unto the breach.

Mediocrity escaped me,
When I heard your voice,
To the point of tragedy,
When you made your choice.
I closed my eyes so hard,
I didn’t know the water from the sea,
As we walked along the breach.

Mediocrity escaped me,
When I heard your voice,
To the point of tragedy,
When you made your choice.
I closed my eyes so hard,
To shut out the uncertainty,
Against the husk of a dream,
As we stand astride, stand astride the breach.
Track Name: Way I Fall
Overdone and overhyped,
I’m disappointed all the time,
These buildups always end up,
Letting me down.
I wanted the Himalayas,
I wanted to be part of the tribe,
I wanted an entourage,
And an overwrought sense of pride.

When I stop looking for,
What I thought was my dream.
When I want for something more,
The less it glitters the more it gleams.

Held up to a different light,
Altered and anesthetized,
Holed up and fenced away,
Unseen by prying eyes.
Like Scientology,
An exercise in idolatry,
Flash bulbs and rolling tapes,
Make me better than all the other apes.

When I stop looking for,
What I thought was my dream.
When I want for something more,
The less it glitters the more it gleams.
If I could save the world,
it wouldn't matter at all.
I only want to choose the way I fall.

Karma smacked my across the face,
Free will led us to this place.

When I stop looking for,
Than I thought was my dream.
When I want for something more,
The less it glitters the more it gleams.
If I could save the world,
it wouldn't matter at all.
I only want to choose the way I fall.
Track Name: Turn This Off
Don’t wanna be the background to your,
Lite rock adult contemporary life on hold.
Don’t wanna be the soundtrack to your,
Getaway hot tub romance pool suite weekend.

You’re not gonna screw to this.
You’re not gonna screw to this.
We are not ubiquitous.
We are not ubiquitous.

Give me something that can make me feel.

Go ahead and turn this off.
We’re taking back our music,
What you won’t give we’re gonna steal,
Go ahead and turn this off,
You can keep your smug irony,
And I’ll keep what is real.

Don’t wanna see your record collection,
And take those Elvis Costello glasses off.
Don’t wanna ask for your permission,
To walk through life under a carrot and a stick.

Hearing songs a thousand times.
Hearing songs a thousand times.
Makes me want to commit crimes.
Makes me want to commit crimes.

You won’t give me something to make me feel.

I’ve seen your ventriloquist,
Another hypnotist,
Visit your therapist,
‘Cuz now we’re getting pissed.

Because you won’t give me something to make me feel.
Go ahead and turn this off.
We’re taking back our music,
What you won’t give we’re gonna steal,
Go ahead and turn this off,
You can keep your smug irony,
You can keep your impassivity,
You can keep your fashionability,
And I’ll keep what is real.
Track Name: The Heidegger Paradox
Monday comes and Tuesday goes,
Dishes suck and laundry blows.
I’d love to tell my boss to kiss my ass.
Wednesday’s here and then it’s gone,
My best friend’s passed out on the lawn,
And Thursday? Fuck Thursday!

Raise your glass to Friday,
When I can be all I can be,
I’m dying to party and I want a life that’s owned by me.

We only get one shot,
Somedays I don’t even wanna try.
Tonight’s our night to rock,
Life sucks, let’s live before we die.

My momma slaps me in my face,
My girlfriend puts me in my place,
Why didn’t anyone say it’d be this tough?
My minivan is in the shop,
Because I backed into a cop,
I’m flat broke, bored, and sitting on my duff.

As many times I’ve hurt my pride,
I just can’t stop this wicked side of me,
Because Mr. Hyde, that bastard, wants me back,
And I’ll get too inebriated,
Wake up again humiliated,
I’m just trying to have some fun,
Cut me some slack.
Track Name: Scott Bakula
I used to watch Quantum Leap,
Every night with my girlfriend.
Al and Sam, they leaped through time,
And I felt like they were my best friends.

Ziggy said there’s a 98 percent,
Chance of a broken heart.

Scott Bakula,
Never played Dracula,
Laid down the smackula on the bad guys.
Well, he was honest and sharing,
Loving and caring,
The kind of guy who would always do the right thing.
Clever and handsome,
And so friggin’ sensitive,
And I’m not Scott.

He was sweet enough to tame the fire,
In that self-empowered Murphy Brown chick,
I even bought Lord of Illusions,
Even though that movie kinda sucked.

Ziggy said there’s a 98 percent,
Chance that the ending’s sad.

Scott Bakula,
Never smoked crackula,
Played quarterbackula in Necessary Roughness.
Well, he was honest and sharing,
Loving and caring,
The kind of guy who would always do the right thing.
Clever and handsome,
And so friggin’ sensitive,
And I’m not Scott.

He’s nice enough to play a gay guy,
He’s cool enough to star in sci-fi,
He’s man enough to helm a starship,
And I’m the type of dude who would feel up that Vulcan chick.

Ziggy said there’s a 98 percent,
Chance that I’m a prick.

I’ll never be Scott Bakula.
No one can love Scott Bakula can love you.
He possesses all the traits,
That I sorely lackula.
Sometimes I just want to,
Punch him in the sackula,
Because I’m not Scott.
Track Name: Cemetery Highway
Cold sweats and guilt,
I can’t close my eyes.
Terrified by lack of hope,
And dying all the time.
I drink so I can’t remember,
All the things that I can’t face,
And all the years I spent paralyzed,
And living in a haze.

The prophecy is broken,
We must find what we have lost.
When even the sheep aren’t happy,
No matter what you want,
It’s not worth the cost.

I’m counting down the days to oblivion,
I’m counting all the ways that I’m afraid,
You can look to the skies with Armageddon eyes,
But in the end we ride a Cemetery Highway.

It’s the destination,
Of the flat line.
It’s the implication,
I’m running out of time.
I’d rather be punished,
I’d rather be thrashed,
Than face nothingness,
Or going nowhere fast.

My heart is beating,
Outside my chest.
Cuticles are bleeding,
I am obsessed.
I’m wigging out now,
This has progressed,
To a point I can’t stand still,
Like I’m possessed.

I’m freaking out,
These Armageddon eyes are tearing,
I’m freaking out,
This constant fear is overbearing.
I’m freaking out.
Track Name: Cynical
As I sit here just existing,
Nothing moves me I am listening,
Desperate for some inspiration,
To break my lowered expectations.

The graffiti on the wall,
Might as well be a Bible,
There’s no justice of fair play,
There is no Hell or Judgment Day.

I look out of my window,
and I’m blinded by monotony.
The darkness of a world so bright,
It makes me want to shut my eyes.

So cynical,
The world will eat me whole,
If I let it get the best there is of me.
Trapped in a rut,
The world has kicked my butt,
And I will look no more for truth or meaning again,
I will look no more for truth or meaning again.

When I say I’m realistic,
I really mean I’m nihilistic,
If we’re gonna be solipsistic,
We might as well be hedonistic.

I look out of my window,
and I’m blinded by monotony.
The darkness of a world so bright,
It makes me want to shut my eyes.

So cynical,
The world will eat me whole,
If I let it get the best there is of me.
Trapped in a rut,
The world has kicked my butt,
And I will look no more for truth or meaning again,
I will look no more for truth or meaning again.
Track Name: The Happy Song
I want to know,
How far to go,
Before you see,
What you mean to me.

1-2-3-4,
I DELCARE A THUMB WAR,
On you. On you.
5-6-7-8,
WHO DO WE APPRECIATE?
I appreciate you.

You.
Make me happy,
I feel sappy,
When you’re around.
You.
Make me queasy,
Because loving’s so easy,
When you’re around.