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Recorded in the bowels of an unfinished basement and produced by Nathan Brass, these homemade cassettes are ideal Christmas gifts for relatives you're seeking to estrange.

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released December 13, 2014

Nathan Brass, Jenna Clarahan, Michael Doyle, Janine Muster, Jesse Tambeau, 2014

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Disaster Pop

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Track Name: Death Twist
Every action rightly aims at some advantage.
Pleonexia, rather, aims to take-advantage-of.

His day starts about half afternoon
with a mornin' bump of coke,
three cups of sugar for two cups of coffee
and a half a pack of smokes.
Next thing you know: it's dinner and drinks—dinner is mostly drinks
—and dessert is a couple of lines.
A little grass just to take the edge off.
Quips, "We'll all be edgin' on in time."

This a song about Hunter S. Thompson
and, more specifically,
the glamourization of his rampant drug abuse.
It's got that young-person nihilistic cool.
But I don't think those young persons
can properly empathize
with a man who couldn't write for thirty years
until he shot himself and died.

And at 2 a.m., he sits down at the typewriter and types.
As if it was just a list and then it was just over.
As if it was just a list—
just a list and then it's over.
Track Name: Wanderin' Dogs
Met Mr. LaFarge way up on the plane,
he said, "son, let me tell you: the Marquis de Sade".

Wanderin' dogs, seemin' stray,
behavin' themslves, anyways.
But the sun never goes down.

I broke my glasses, and a child was brought to tears.
I found a wad of cash, and I blew it all on beers.
And the moon never came 'round.

The moon never comes around.

Wanderin' dogs, all seemin' stray,
behavin' themselves, anyway around.
Track Name: (Lazarella)
Are you left handed or right handed?
Actually, it doesn't matter: I'm left handed, so I'll just show you the way that I do it, and you can reverse it your head later if you need to.

The first thing you gotta remember is that you keep all the grams in your left pocket -- except for the display gram, which you keep in your right hand.

And see, if ever during the day you're feeling down -- you just need to sharpen up between the ears -- you can dip on in to that display gram and just take a little bump.

See, boss doesn't care. Boss doesn't care if you take a bump here and there. Boss doesn't care if you bump 'em all down and mug a tourist to get the money. All boss cares is at the end of the day, boss gets paid.

So go ahead: bump 'em down.
Track Name: Bleed It Out
Are you left handed or right handed?
Actually, it doesn't matter: I'm left handed, so I'll just show you the way that I do it, and you can reverse it your head later if you need to.

The first thing you gotta remember is that you keep all the grams in your left pocket -- except for the display gram, which you keep in your right hand.

And see, if ever during the day you're feeling down -- you just need to sharpen up between the ears -- you can dip on in to that display gram and just take a little bump.

See, boss doesn't care. Boss doesn't care if you take a bump here and there. Boss doesn't care if you bump 'em all down and mug a tourist to get the money. All boss cares is at the end of the day, boss gets paid.

So go ahead: bump 'em down.

(But once you bump’em down about a third of the way, that’s a tourist gram:)

See, the one thing you gotta remember is you never sell the local junkie the tourist gram.
Every business in this country knows:
you bleed the tourist quick,
leave the locals let enough alone,
they’ll be here bleedin’ out ‘til they die.

Now you’ve gone and done it. Now you’ve gone and done it.
Hit me right between the eyes. Hit me right between the eyes.
Now you’ve gone and done it. Now you’ve gone and done it.
Leave me here to bleed it out. Leave me here to bleed it out.

With the older tourists, you start with the shades:
“Gucci? Armani? Ray Ban?”
With the kids you can cut right to the chase.
“Hashish? Cocaine? M?”

With the locals you can tell by the tweak:
if they’re tired or testy, they just need some hash.
If they’re right fucked, then bum’em a smoke first
and sell’em the chainsaws to outrun that crash.

Now you’ve gone and done it…

When the tempers wade in with
with the wax of the moon,
let me teach a trick, which
which I learned from the womb:

Sometime the faster it gets
the less you need to know,
but you’ve gotta remember
the sharper you get
the faster you’ll move that blow.

Now you’ve gone and done it…
Track Name: The Lament For Those Of Us Who Drink More Than Lena Dunham
We'd order up our first round and
lament our lives of late --
of always working early and
getting laid off more than laid.

Our second round would be about
the better days before
and how they weren't much better but
at least they felt like ours.

For several round we would lament
how fast the last were through
and all the things we'd wanted to
we knew we'd never do:
we'd never be too young to face
the pitfalls of our fame
we'd never hear that blogosphere
a'hashin' out our names.

Beyond last call we'll still lament
our lives still at their forks.
We will never be as art
as the persons from New York.
Track Name: (Dead-End Alley)
I'm gonna smoke a joint in the dead-end alley
Gonna make a middle finger out the government tally

Sangria picnic in the tall grass
Check myself for ticks later in the bath
Track Name: Hook
Ancient, accepted and free.
God puts his trust in me.

Brother, are you headed home?

Brother, aren't we always headed home?
Track Name: Judas, Please Forgive Me
Judas, please forgive me;
I feel you'd understand:
faith is just the wager
God's a gamblin' man.

Thirty silver ounces
and not a drop to spare.
At least He had His vinegar;
You, not even a cross to bear/bare.

The Lord said Son,
you take care of yourself.
I said You know you're goddammned right
pour me up some of that top shelf.

Here's something Jesus
only ever learned from Judas:
only the damned know
how to play blues music.

Judas, I'd forgive you;
I know now I understand.
I lost it all the wager
God's a gamblin' man.
Thirty silver ounces,
not a drop to spare.
At least He had His viengar;
Judas, not even a cross to bear/bare.

The Lord said Son,
you take care of yourself,
quit treadin' water
all along this land-locked town.

Quit treadin' water
all long this land-locked town.