NINE OF CLUBS

by Good Times Crisis Band

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credits

released 09 August 2011
William Corsello - Guitar, Bass & Vocals
David Hobizal - Drums & Percussion

All songs written by Good Times Crisis Band, except track 10, "There's a World," written by Neil Young.

Tracks 1,2,4,5, 9 and 12 recorded by Chico Jones at OHM Recording Studio.

Tracks, 3,6,7,8,10,11 recorded by William Corsello at Bill's Garage.

Mastered by Jason Ward at Chicago Mastering Service.

Artwork by Zach Ferguson at Ptarmak.

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tags: east coast medieval rock hard rock indie rock math rock rock Austin

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Track Name: Enemy Eye
All seeing unblinking light
Illuminates a hidden hand
A different spirit of seventy-six
Strigadae unrestrained
What cannot be named, cannot be blamed by one and all
It's an enemy eye, a fixed unblinking enemy eye
No alms to bestow yet by design
From denizens on high, answer to degree of thirty three
When Roland sounds his horn
Our valley trembles
Device without belief, symbolic pissing on what it owns
There’s an enemy eye, a fixed unblinking enemy eye
Living in the planned collapse
What don’t exist cannot be destroyed
It's an enemy eye, a fixed unblinking eye
Track Name: Badge of Honor
There’s no change in what we are
We make a mess and falter
It aint slick to be slumming it
What’s left to prove when you think you’re hip
You’re too cozy in your skin
I think the deal is over , the deal is over
There’s no change in what we are
We want that badge of honor
It aint sexy anymore
To hate nature in all its forms
There’s no proving ground
So pin one on this green lion
A badge of honor
Track Name: Beneath the Wheel
Changeling and domino, what makes this thing go?
Remember its never ending, juggernaut rolling down the road
Beyond the pale, beneath the wheel
Beneath the wheel, all privilege stands
Chess pieces on command
States wither for scull and bones
World castes, its cover’s blown
Beneath the wheel, beneath the wheel
Birdsong and bells peal, the sun peaks through the clouds
Did we fall into the fold?
Beyond the veil all is exposed
Beyond the pale, beneath the wheel
There are known unknowns to blame
What you think, not the norm right now
Throw off the yoke, teach them back
Turn and face, don’t run away
Academies of future sold
Now you believe all that you’re told
Wise blood has drained dry, hearts pumping formaldehyde
Beyond the pale, beneath the wheel
Track Name: Hoof
Never climbed a Jacobs Ladder
Way up in chimney high
I don’t levitate, I don’t fly
All my kind in time they did all scatter
From the furnace deep, a dark secret’s hard to keep
My family walks with hooves at night
We try not to wake the neighbors
Given to clipping our tails at birth
We keep the profile low, as silent as the snow
Oh we are more than happy
My family walks with hooves by day
We live violent up in all the powder
No, we don’t like to work while our hooves stomp on the Earth
And we meet the Golden Dawn in the house of the faun
Shackled hard, Thule, Vril, we will
Hoof stomp on the hollow earth
Presence of the wind and lightning
These are the days we live in
I feel my step, its so solid
My family tree’s first twigs don’t start with Adam’s ribs
And we meet the Golden Dawn in the house of the faun
Shackled hard, Thule, Vril, we will
Hoof stomp on the hollow earth
Track Name: Dry Well
Who's got a case of the givee givee givees ?
Pigeon-toed Prometheus doesn’t make a sound
His stuff coming from way down deep
I don’t want to get out of bed I want to stay down
I’ve given all I’ve got but it's still insufficient
This yellow brick road leads to more toil
I’m here to tell you honey that the well is dry
Patience , understanding , charity and temperance
Ain't the easiest to dispense
When you’re pumping a dry well
I’m here to tell you honey that the well is dry
Track Name: Black Cloaks
Black days and white nights
And we travel when the moon is full
We sharpen up our spears
By the banks of the Dniester
We came ready to strike, but the enemy runs away
In our chase we did find the strangest men
Who were the Black Cloaks?
In this land of dark rock, smoke smell tickle and burn
Offered up not earth and water
First fruits not given up
We labored under the lash
While the green eyed savage runs free
Fifty stades from the bridge of boats
These strangers lurk like ghosts
Who were those Black Cloaks?
Across the steppes and mountainsides
So far from Susa my bones my bones lie
Track Name: Radio's Bust
I don’t want the hits, I don’t want the hits
I ain't the target
I don’t want the hits, I don’t want the hits
I used to go there, I used to tune in
The party was on the airwaves, now its gone
The radio’s bust
Don’t fly with any gaggle don’t run with any pride
I ain't the target
Track Name: Ballin'
I don’t get out much Im feeling out of touch
Too long in woodsheds I’m lacing up my Keds
Precious little one is gonna fall into some fun
Pounding kettle drums, the quest for golden plums
If you throw the ball, I will catch the ball
It’s a simple game we’ll hit the bar if it rains
Play with boys and girls, spank a secret squirrel
Bottle shaped fish and a hair pick with a fist
Crawling from the wreck, hell I aint that wet
If you throw the ball, I will catch the ball
Ive drank up the sky, theres an arrow in my eye
Kiss me when I rise take the coins from my eyes
If you throw the ball, I will catch the ball
Take your hands and clap, I will throw it back
Track Name: Dirt to Dirt
We come from the dust to the ash we’ll return
Dirt to Dirt
Our energy’s the stuff of the stars, explosive to the tranquil
In split seconds gone, In split seconds gone
We crawled from the sea on the Earth as it turned
Then those lightening strikes
Ash and fire, back to beyond
Track Name: Left Behind
Can you believe its come to this ?
The final fury, the end of all stories
The faithful’s trumpet sounds, rejoice!
As they look to escape from the mess that they made
Ready to bail, ready to bail, ready to bail
Crusaders have the habit, to turn their tails and run
But I wont be upset, I’ll even help them on their way
No, I aint going anywhere, I don’t believe in fairy tales
Where’s this peacemaker, and his army of sheep ?
Commit war and hate, not turn the other cheek
An ancient myth with a medieval mind
But well have to make do, if their fantasy aint true
Watch ! watch em disappear, but I’m staying right here
And even if the pale light shines
I want to be left behind, please leave me behind
Harps and horns, fluttering wings
The pock mocked earth is smoldering
The great zombie awakes and its fire and snakes
Such proud exploits the believers make
But we’ll all have to make due, cause that fantasy aint true
And if I see the midnight sun , I’ll know the end’s begun
Oh, I will not run
Death’s head and smile, wave goodbye
Please leave me behind
All faith’s do have one, an escapist plunge
No, Im not that dumb
And even if the pale light shines, I don’t want to be
Where they are going to
Track Name: Ad Hoc
What can be said about your problems?
As one ends a new begins
So I’m gonna throw something at them
I want your body to unclench
What we do …. is ad hoc
Well I propose an after party
Where this committee should convene
Lets all go to little Jersey’s house
Weigh the anchor, we’re full steam