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Rating: At 6 years old, I stuck a stick into the power outlet... it took another 14 years to feel the same sensation again. This sensation is called Blood Brothers.
Tell the truth: what would you expect from five young American upstarts barely in their twenties? Alternative youngsters chasing the new trend with heavy guitars? Or maybe the usual beach punks, fit for American plasticky parties? Personally, I would expect even worse... But fortunately, the Blood Brothers are with us, ready to shatter all our preconceptions, to rip the smallest of insane ideas out of our little brains only to slap it back in our faces in the form of Music. Our Blood Brothers have fun stretching, crumpling, tossing around decades of contemporary music and, holy cow, the result is simply astonishing.
"Do you remember us?
Do you remember us?
We wrapped your corvette in cellophane, set it aflame!
Do you remember us?
Do you remember us?
We doused your TV set in propane, turned up the gain!
This party's dying so guitar-me
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
01 Guitarmy (00:39)
Do you remember us?
Do you remember us?
We wrapped your corvette in cellophane, set it aflame!
Do you remember us?
Do you remember us?
We doused your TV set in propane, turned up the gain!
This party's dying so guitar-me!
Raise the glass to the guitarmy!
Do you remember us?
Do you remember us?
02 Fucking's Greatest Hits (02:59)
Verse 1:
Ring out the gong again!
Carve out this hymn in skin!
When the party blacks out again
you're still eating headlines out of the newspaper bin.
Slap the gong again!
Carve out this hymn in skin!
Chorus:
Happy birthday gelatins smearing bruises on your chin.
There's cake but no mouth, conch but no sound,
glossy skeletons boyfriends but no friends.
Verse 2:
Ring out the gong again!
Carve out this hymn in skin!
When they've pissed between every sheet of your father's bed
those tears have barcodes waiting to be scanned/scammed.
And when they've hurled every gutted couch cushion
from the living room into your fathers swimming pool,
you're bobbing chlorine apples in the broth bucket of envy's gruel.
Chorus:
Happy birthday gelatins smearing bruises on your chin.
There's cake but no mouth, conch but no sound,
glossy skeletons boyfriends but no friends.
Coda:
Ring! Ring! Ring out the gong!
Son now you've made it to the top of their list.
Congratulations your fucking's greatest hit!
Afterward:
Behind husks of leather, photo albums sheild their laughter.
You thought they'd make you breakfast the morning after?
Your fantasy season gangrened off the calander.
09 The Salesman, Denver Max (04:31)
Through the screen door your thoughts are quarentined,
by the way you smell I can tell that you're fifteen.
My name is Denver Max, I eat heart attacks.
From your mouth to your hands to the floor you're bubbling syntax.
What the crickets see is between you and me.
What scarecrows think would turn you eyeballs pink.
Don't you try to call the cops little girl
because before you pics up the phone you'll be dead.
Don't you try to call the cops little girl, cops little girl,
your tounge is withered it's heavier than lead.
Won't you just step into the car little girl,
your parents don't understand whats in your head.
We're really onto something special little girl,
you're blushing red,
you're head can't hide those thoughts of dread.
Through the screen door kiss me kiss me like a queen...
It tastes like metal in my mouth like rusty listerine.
My name is Denver Max please excuse the mask,
running down my face, bound by tacks and paste.
What the crickets see is between you and me...
what the scarecrows think would turn your eyeballs pink...
with a face like that you'll never ever make it big,
you'll never find a boyfriend unless you get it adjusted...
My name is Denver Max and wont you come sit on my lap
because the only thing you own is everything you lack.
Don't you try to call the cops little girl
because before you pick up the phone you'll be dead.
Don't you try to call the cops little girl, cops little girl,
your tougne is withered it's heavier than lead.
Won't you just step into the car little girl,
your parents don't understand whats in your head.
We're really onto something special little girl,
you're blushing red,
you're head cant hide those thoughts of dread.
By the time we hit Tuscon your parents little girl,
parents little girl will be wondering
where their pretty little blonde has gone.
By the time we hit Mexico you'll know little girl
know little girl that Denver Max will always be the only one.
By the time we hit the ocean we'll jump little girl,
jump little girl down to find the undersea sun.
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