Outlier

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OUT NOW ON CASSETTE FROM START SOMETHING NJ!
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released 20 December 2012
Recorded, Mixed and Mastered by Rich Lamb. Assistant Engineer, Casey Savage. Tracked live at New Cal Cutta Studios in Midtown Manhattan. Overdubs and Vocals Tracked at Mark Dann Recording in Downtown Manhattan.

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Track Name: Come as a Cat, Leave as a Cat
I GOT A JAR ON A DRESSER I KEEP FILLING IT WITH CHANGE. ITS NOT A BACK UP PLAN IT'S WHAT'S GOING TO KEEP ME SANE. GOING TO CASH IT IN. GOING TO GET TATTOOD. GOING FILL MY TANK AND BUY A SKATEBOARD TO. GOING TO USE THAT GAS TO GET A SHOW TO PLAY A BASEMENT SOMEWHERE I DONT KNOW. TORN UP ELBOWS AND SCABBED KNEES I'LL PLAY THIS GUITAR UNTIL MY FINGERS BLEED.
Track Name: There are no Friends in Baseball
YOU BEG. YOU PLEAD. IT GETS YOU NOWHERE. YOU BRUISE. YOU BLEED. HE JUST DOESNT CARE. YOU CANT LEAVE YOUR KIDS ALONE WITH THIS ANIMAL. SO YOU DO THE ONLY THING THATS RATIONAL. SENT AWAY FOR A WEEK ONLY TO GO BACK TO HIM. WITH FOURTEEN KIDS WHO ELSE WOULD TAKE YOU IN. HE GOT WHAT WAS COMING HE SHOULD HAVE GOT MORE A WHOLE IN THE CHEST TO EVEN THE SCORE. IT'S REALLY A SHAME YOU DIDNT HAVE BETTER AIM.
Track Name: Lookin' Straight Vada Sultenfuss
I JUST WANT TO WATCH X-FILES WITH YOU. LAY ON THE COUCH WITH A CAT OR TWO. SLICE AVACADOS AND FRY TOFU. LOSE GAME AFTER GAME OF SCRABBLE TO YOU. PUT ON ANOTHER POT OF COFFEE. LEAVE THE RECORD ON REPEAT. CAUSE' AS LONG AS I'M WITH YOU. THERE'S NO REASON TO LEAVE THIS SEAT. YOU'LL BUY THE TACOBELL AND I'LL BUY THE BEER. YOU'LL BE KIRBY AND I'LL BE SAMUS WE WONT TURN OFF STARS AND WE WONT TURN OFF HAMMERS.
Track Name: Blacked Out Came to at Fast and the Furious 5
WE RODE ALL NIGHT. SO THERE WAS NEVER A REASON TO FIGHT. UNTIL THE MORNING LIGHT. BECAUSE WE HAD FALLEN FROM SUCH GREAT HEIGHTS. AND I'M NOT SURE IF I BELIEVE IN ANYTHING AT ALL. BUT I FIND SUCH COMFORT IN THESE REFLECTIONS. ITS KIND OF LIKE THAT FEELING. I THINK YOU KNOW THE FEELING. YEAH I THINK YOU KNOW IT WELL. IT WELL IT WELL IT WELL IT WELL. BEFORE THE DUSK. THERE WAS SUCH GREAT LUST. THAT FILLED EVERY CUT. AND TOOK US ALL AWAY.
Track Name: Are There Even Bears in Italy?
WHAT GIVES YOU THE AUTHORITY TO DECIDE A SPECIES POPULATION? TURNING ANIMALS INTO MINORTIES FOR YOU GET AWAY VACATIONS. I'LL BREAK YOUR HOUSE. I'LL MURDER YOUR FAMILY. START WITH YOUR KIDS. THAN MOVE ON TO YOUR WIFE. LEAVE YOU FOR LAST. AS IF YOU HAD A CHANCE. OF EVERY ESCAPING THIS SHOTGUN BLAST. CAUSE' ITS HUNTING SEASON AND I'M HUNTING FOR YOU.
Track Name: The Way of the Gopher
YOUR CLEAR SKIN AND YOUR MADE UP FACE. SHOULD BE WORN WITH DISGRACE. THE RESULT OF FESTERING WOUNDS AND SORE. JUST LIKE YOUR SPOTLESS KITCHEN FLOORS. THEY RIP OUT THEIR VOCAL CHORDS SO YOU CAN’T HEAR THEIR CRIES. FOR THESE PRODUCTS IN WHICH YOU CONFIDE. SEE HOW THEY TREAT MANS BEST FRIEND WAITING IN A CAGE FOR THEIR LIVES TO END. SO DOWN A BOTTLE OF BLEACH. POUR SHAMPOO IN YOUR EYES . SO YOU CAN FELL WHAT THEY FEEL. BEFORE THEY DIE.
Track Name: Pause it! I Don't Want to Miss My Favorite Blast Beat
EVEN WHEN THERE'S NO PLACE I'D RATHER BE. THE FUTURE STILL SCARES THE SHIT OUT OF ME. EVEN WHEN THERE'S NOTHING THAT I NEED I'LL FIND FRESH SOIL TO PLANT NEW SEEDS. DON'T LET YOUR MEMORIES BECOME ROUTINE. DONT LET SLEEP BE THE HOUSING TO YOUR DREAMS. DON'T STOP ASKING QUESTIONS NOTHINGS EVER AS IT SEEMS. DON'T LET YOUR MEMORIES BECOME ROUTINE.
Track Name: It Smells Like When I Go to Work in the Morning and All the Goldfish are Dead
GOVERMENT HATE. ANIMAL LOVE. POSITIVELY GOD FREE. BIBLE THUMPERS. PATRIOTS. STAY AWAY FROM ME. IM SO SICK OF BEING HUMAN. STOP. KILLING EACH OTHER. STOP. KILLING OURSELVES. STOP. ENSLAVING ANIMALS. STOP. FURTHERING THIS HELL. I'M SO SICK OF BEING HUMAN. LIKE YOU. HUMAN LIKE YOU. CO-EXISTING IS MORE THAN A BUMPER STICKER ON YOUR HYBRID CAR. ACTIVISM IS MORE THAN A REBLOGGED PICTURE OR A TUMBLR POST.
Track Name: Hummus Where the Heart Is
AFTER YOU LEFT NOBODY CHANGED. JUST STAYED IN THE PLACE WITH NOTHING TO GAIN. A RACE FOR WHOEVER CAN BLACK OUT FASTER. WHEN DID OUR LIVES BECOME A DISASTER. YOU SAW WHAT COULD HAPPEN. YOU DONT SEEM TO CARE. YOU HAVE FRIENDS BACK HOME. YOU'RE SO UNAWARE. THAT PEOPLE MISS YOU AND THE WAY YOU USE TO BE. BEFORE YOU MOVED TO THAT CESS POOL OF A CITY. WHAT HAPPENS WHEN THE BEER CANS ARE EMPTY AND EVERYONE IS GONE? AND ALL THATS LEFT ARE THE WORDS TO THIS SONG. WHAT HAPPEND TO THOSE CONVICTIONS, THOSE CONVICTIONS WE SHARED? ON THOSE NIGHTS IN THE PARK WHEN WE TALKED ABOUT LEAVING. I GUESS I WAS NAIVE FOR TRULY BELIEVING. WHAT HAPPENS WHEN THE BEER CANS ARE EMPTY AND EVERYONE IS GONE? AND ALL THATS LEFT ARE THE WORDS TO THIS SONG. (NO ONES PUTTING YOU DOWN/ WE WANT YOU AROUND) ITS HAPPEND BEFORE IT SHOULDNT HAPPEN AGAIN THIS ISN'T THE WAY IT HAS TO END.
Track Name: Road Sodas to Boom City
BEFORE WE BECAME EVERYTHING WE SWORE WE'D NEVER BE. WE SUCKED THIS TOWN DRY AND TOOK IT FOR EVERYTHING. IT WAS US AGAINST THE WORLD MORE LIKE THE WORLD AGAINST US. I MISS THE DAYS WHEN DOING NOTHING WAS MORE THAN GOOD ENOUGH. WHEN WE WERE STILL DRINKING IN THE ATTIC MAKING THESE STORIES. NEVER SWALLOWING OUR PRIDE TO BUSY SWALLOWING OUR FORTIES. WHEN WE WERE STILL FUCKING UP YOUR PARTIES IN ALL OUR GLORY. PROBABLY SHOULD BUT DIDNT REGRET SHIT IN THE MORNING. I WANT TO BE SINGING IN THE BASEMENTS. SCREAMING IN THE BACK SEATS. SPINNING IN MY SEAT. SWAYING ON MY FEET. I WANT TO BE TAKING IT FOR GRANTED. NOT WISHING I STILL HAD IT. BUT THINGS NEVER DID GO THE WAY WE PLANNED IT. I WANT TO BE FUCKED UP. NOT GROWN UP. ALL TORN UP. NOT SEWN UP.