Zetacarnosa, by Skyscape

Zetacarnosa

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1.	Invocation Of The Dom 01:11	info	buy track
2.	Dom's Back Party 03:18	lyrics	buy track
Occurrence at the Owl Creek Delicatessen Beef tips burgundy Black cherry wash-down session I did my stint in old Swan Marcos Still swim like a TV dog Or a herpes-playing piano player In that ragtime grog Dom's back Prepare the whipping cream Back to party with The Atlantic queens Dune dune dune Crucible juggler with the double-edged rapier If you pop a balloon at the Dom's Back Party You'll catch a pneumonia Recycle contempt for your paycheck tramp I'd bet you the moon If you value cracked satellites Give you genome gloom Dom's back Prepare the whipping cream Back to party with The Atlantic queens Dune dune dune
3.	Break Your Fuckin Balls 02:37	lyrics	buy track
Your shoe kicked Sunday chores Six-pack snores Think my time is yours? Showering with my crew In my suit They take a bath with you Rub-a-dub my spleen Salmonella in my coffee pot Your coddled laxity Brought this on Now I'm throwin up Break your fuckin balls Break your balls Break your fuckin balls Gimlet-eyed and cross Such a boss A crunchy slug of first frosts Toiled for your mom Heard her yarns Of the banes and balms I guess your squealing nuts Sang their last A cankered end zone Icky dance A filthy rag in your mouth It's time to cheer this ballsy rout! Break your fuckin balls Break your balls Break your fuckin balls Your shoe kicked Sunday chores Six-pack snores Think my time is yours? Showering with my crew? In my suit They take a bath with you I'll never make it out With a lout like you to move around Rent-a-tux with Luke Fuck you too You drizzle piss runt stumpy fool! Break your fuckin balls Break your balls Break your fuckin balls Break your fuckin balls How I annihilate your fuckin balls Where's your fuckin balls? He wants to know so's he can break 'em Break your fuckin balls Break your balls Break your fuckin balls What the fuck is this?
4.	Esau And His Lentils 04:19	lyrics	buy track
Almost skinny as a corkscrew Your vacation's just some cornmeal That's collected in your bag Getting checkered for the evening Ducking phone booths without doors Waiting are the jockeys from the slipper school of rogues Your face is just some wafer You're a waif always in transit Citing sallow gallows men Do not accept the Lotto bubble promise for the paradise Strip the fur off the frequent praying plan And when you sell your birthright Just like Esau for his lentils You will satisfy the hunger You will sacrifice the better life to come Bonapartists out of their time Approach the Danish swizzle stick of Some stirring girls in heat In the Atlantic states they wait to greet the watery warriors And get rescued from the scourge They of clean chin wonder What's become of the Americans Thickening to empire Tough to chew Carnival litter hunted by the wind that came to pass These amusements will soon outdo And when you sell your birthright Just like Esau for his lentils You will satisfy the hunger You will sacrifice the better life to come All of the conveniences the stevedores are handling For a bob For a quid Let the pamphleteers return And announce us out of gloom And announce us out of gloom And announce us out of gloom And when you sell your birthright Just like Esau for his lentils You will satisfy the hunger You will sacrifice the better life to come
5.	Autumn Punkfest 02:56	lyrics	buy track
Four children pass me on the sidewalk One witch, two mummies, and a ghost The crisp North wind blows autumn leaves That crunch like bones into cider air Jack o'Lanterns grin from every porch And as the sun sinks low and shadows grow Hidden candles set them all aglow Stars above and below the dark, bare trees There is something tonight I want to show you More elemental than the cool, hard air More enticing than the fire in the pumpkin's eye More alive than the children playing trick or treat There's a festival running deep in the woods Follow me to where the oldest children play The colors of the leaves reflected in their hair Swirling forest rainbows in a leather dream Autumn Punkfest
6.	Hump The Banker 02:30	lyrics	buy track
Piece of butterfly shrimp on my mind Selling mad bonds Will mature in time Working like a duck's ass Here at the bank Overweight teller With the dry straw hands Ducking the cameras And licking my pen Inking my stamp pad And wondering when Piece of butterfly shrimp on my mind Selling mad bonds Will mature in time I'm here to count money Not to make you laugh Deposit slip destroyer With the Cititramp wrath I'm hung over on Thursdays So have your shit filled And watch me while I cobble together some bills Piece of butterfly shrimp on my mind Selling mad bonds Will mature in time I can break Kesha Roberts' pencils Swipe the moisture sponge from Tommy the Gentile Play with my big black Indian penis Count the rich minds working for peanuts Piece of butterfly shrimp on my mind Selling mad bonds Will mature in time Working like a duck's ass Here at the bank Overweight teller With the dry straw hands Ducking the cameras And licking my pen Inking my stamp pad And wondering when Piece of butterfly shrimp on my mind Selling mad bonds Will mature in time.
7.	House Of Wax 03:47	lyrics	buy track
Here's looking at you, son A part of the half, a sum of the whole Where two and two make one We all stand still in catatonic love House of wax, mold your ego I bring all the bodies there They all stare, but no one cares House of wax, mold you ego The matter of mind, the matter of facts The main attraction in the house of wax Here's looking at you, son A part of the half, a sum of the whole Where two and two make one We all stand still in catatonic love In a world where nobody mocks me The wax opus fulfilled my fix But I won't come 'til I know That I'm all alone, blinking in bliss Here's looking at you, son A part of the half, a sum of the whole Where two and two make one We all stand still in catatonic love The matter of mind, the matter of facts The main attraction in the house of wax Here's looking at you, son
8.	Clouds 02:09	lyrics	buy track
I knew who I was at the time I kept is hushed like a crime When it rains, I'm all wet It helps to grow the Chia Pet Clouds Some are high Some are low Some are black Some are gray That's what they say GO It's getting hard, so hard to see Nature Boy has got the fleas The sky is dark, it isn't shining The bastards took the silver lining Clouds Some are high Some are low Some are black Some are gray That's what they told me
9.	Mall 03:39	lyrics	buy track
Going to the mall Gonna buy some stuff Gonna stare at 14-year-old girls Going to the mall Everybody's there It's big and bright, new and improved Got to do some Christmas shopping There's a birthday coming up Mother's Day's right around the corner Oh, shit, mom's here too. Window grazing, room to roam Yeah, going to the mall beats going home Window grazing, room to roam Yeah, going to the mall beats going home Feel the power, it's power shopping It's quality time with our friend, the mall. Fat JAP Gap chicks On parade Look out, stampede at J.C. Penney, baby Red tags flying One-day sale And I think I need one of those I think I need one of those And I think I need one of those And I think I need one of those And I think I need one of those Window grazing, room to roam Yeah, going to the mall is going home Window grazing, room to roam Yeah, going to the mall is going home And I think I need one of those And I think I need one of those And I think I need one of those And I think I need one of those.
10.	Buffalo Head 03:21	lyrics	buy track
Do you really like my hair? Can you wear my underwear? Do you think I could spit in your eye? Could I step on an ant with my red green lime shoe boots? I like your hair the way you like it And gold boots make me snap like a bear The lights in here are quite dark Unless you think about old people from the old town I like who you are and we are Carrots! Okay I say What makes me all happy? FLOWERS! Yee-haw, Jed's cowboy hat Do you really like my penis? [Jed: Rhyme something with THAT!] You sure said nothing about Venus. I think you're really groovy Think we should buy fish tonight for dinner? [Jed: No, let's watch a movie.] I like headphones Bologna sure tastes good with white bread Would you please step on my anthill? Because my grandmother would appreciate it. Okay I say What makes me so happy? FLOWERS! SPROCKETS! Do you really like my vagina? I just got it put in. And the doctor said it would cost an arm and a leg But I don't have an arm and a leg. I have a... VAGINA! Okay I say What makes me so bassy? VAGINA! Lubrication smells good On a goat or a sheep Okay I say What makes me so happy? Everybody: VAGINA! Okay I say What makes me so happy? Ice cream with cherries! Okay I say What makes me so happy? I like cherrywood! Okay I say What makes me so happy? Long-haired women with beards! Thank you, everyone. This has been a Skyscape documentary. We know where you sleep, so look out for my tongue.
11.	Young Socialist 04:13	lyrics	buy track
Can't get a good man down Young man was brought up in a brainwashed town Wave to the boy Jump to the left Wave to the young socialist Don't know what to say Some say we're better off this way Hell no, no way Word! Where a brother is a capitalist slave Wave to the boy Jump to the left Wave to the young socialist Red pigs Black pigs Sitting in the trough Sitting in the same fucking trough Wave to the boy Jump to the left Wave to the young socialist Wave to the boy Jump fifty feet to the left Wave to the young socialist Wave to the boy Jump to the left Wave to the young socialist He's too young to die With those capitalist swine Black pigs and the red pigs in the trough Pigs! Wave to the boy Jump to the left Wave to the boy I said jump to the left Wave to the young socialist Wave to the boy Jump to the left Wave to the young socialist
12.	Statement Of Intent 01:18	lyrics	buy track
We're not here to change the world Causes make us wanna hurl We just wanna hang around and play the same three chords all day We're not political like REM We've got no message, no master plan We're just a rock and roll band with nothing much to say We just wanna have some fun Make good times for everyone You can think if you want, but if you don't it's still okay It ain't too shallow or too profound The meaning of the meaning is in the sound Of the rock and roll band with nothing much to say Take it Robby! We're not here to change the world Causes make us wanna hurl We just wanna hang around and play the same three chords all day We're not political like REM We've got no message, no master plan We're just a rock and roll band with nothing much to say We just wanna have some fun Make good times for everyone You can think if you want, but if you don't it's still okay It ain't too shallow or too profound The meaning of the meaning is in the sound Of the rock and roll band with nothing much to say To say To say!
13.	_ 00:28	info	buy track

about

Before Sevendys... before The Hanslick Rebellion... way back in the pre-grunge 90's, Jed Davis and singer Domenic Maltempi teamed up to create bizarre and hilarious psychedelic metal!

Now, Zetacarnosa reunites the duo with longtime partners Mike Keaney, Alex Dubovoy, and Mike Kearns - plus almost every other former member of Skyscape, with cameos by Sean Gould, Joe Aversano, Rob Hill, Kevin Faber, Steve Theater and Count Neglia! And it's all wrapped in a gorgeous cover drawn by comics legend Mike Allred (MADMAN)!

Skyscape navigates sonic terrain that is almost indescribable - from techno-thrash to upbeat dirges (!) - as the band brings together its past and present through an intricate weaving of archival material with the newly-cut tracks. There are guitars recorded on early-90's boomboxes, snippets from live radio performances, voicemails... even a vocal take culled completely from a videotaped improvisation.

Maltempi's lyrics are funnier and more fascinating than ever, and still mesh perfectly with Davis's hooky chord progressions. On Zetacarnosa, Skyscape doesn't so much hop or mix genres as ignore the concept of genre entirely. But what else would you expect from the band that was alternative before alternative?