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Archaic Volumes

by Fatso Jetson

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1.
There's no love in this heart of mine You can look but all you'll find Deep dark hole jet black as coal You can look that's all you'll find There's no warmth in my embrace Hallowed arms and heads in space Just pretend this too shall pass Jet black boogie could be my last Deep dark hole jet black as coal This jet black should be my last Deep dark hole jet black as coal This jet black shall be my last Cracks I see in that long drawn smile Tell me you been out there a while Walk tall gristle man wringing down your neck Put down the hammer There's always gonna be regrets Recall who you are Unless it's better to forget Sun gonna rise 'til it's good and ready to set There's no love in this heart of mine You can look but all you'll find Deep dark hole jet black as coal This jet black should be my last Deep dark hole jet black as coal This jet black shall be my last
2.
Play Dead 04:48
Someone said I should try to play dead The monsters come and the water turn red Lie there still and don't even breathe Just stay that way if you want them to leave On your knees showing your head You think you know there's nothing you can The monsters come and go as they please When they fall asleep you can retreat I got my hands on the shovel tonight I'm gonna stake it and dig, dig, dig I give the monster his beautiful eyes I'll never stop him No, I'll never stop him No, I'll never stop him Got my hands on the shovel tonight I'm gonna stake it and dig, dig, dig I give the monster beautiful eyes I'll never stop him No, I'll never stop him I'll never stop him No, I'll never stop him
3.
(Instrumental)
4.
Look in these volumes carrying thoughts of mine Down secret driveways, songs, and cuts in my flesh It's not just your humor interrogating divine A simplicity everyone sees but me I'm repeating patterns, spirals, and lines Ghosting the throttle into the grind These archaic volumes won't ever really be heard Haunted, collected keepsakes I burn Kept under floors like horded fortunes Folklore and fad with destructive surging Destiny dogs keep barking and lurching These archaic volumes won't These archaic volumes won't...ever be heard Down in these volumes under the ? and ? Lost in the clutter, drunken banter, and glare I left them like scraps, like unseen villains longing to get their due No secret shaking, just public hanging, last meal, and rites Repeating patterns, spirals, and lines I'm ghosting the throttle into the grind Archaic volumes won't ever really be heard Haunted, collected keepsakes I burn Kept under floors like horded fortunes Folklore and fad, destructive surging Destiny dogs keep barking and lurching These archaic volumes won't These archaic volumes won't These archaic volumes won't...ever be heard These archaic volumes won't These archaic volumes won't...ever be heard These archaic volumes won't...ever be heard
5.
You better make your way You better turn the screws 'Cause the big buffoon He ain't got nothing to lose He got his top hat smoking He got the pitchfork tongue He gonna sell you something And it ain't no fun She got long, thick legs And her knuckles dragging She got long, black hair And no convictions She got the hunter's aim And the cell block slang It's the golden age for the cell block slang It's the golden age It's the golden age Come on Come on Come on He's black and bloated Found dead in the trunk The techno-sadist With the magic rug Some superhero sulking in the shed Like the granddad drinkers asleep in her bed You got the brown bag special And the secret stash We got the ghost hair raven With the sexual cash Decapitated baby Come on, Come on It's the golden age for the cell block slang It's the golden age It's the golden age Come on Come on Come on It's the golden age for the cell block slang It's the golden age It's the golden age Come on Come on Come on You better make your way You better turn the screw 'Cause the big buffoon He ain't got nothing to lose He's got his top hat smoking He got the pitch fork tongue He gonna sell you something And it ain't no fun It's the golden age of cell block slang It's the golden age It's the golden age Come on Come on Come on
6.
(Instrumental)
7.
Let Go 03:51
Here lies my panic All the simple ways Ways of redeeming, and all the time it takes Feels like derailing, going much to slow Buried in that moment, and tried to let go Let go Let go Let go Sinking in the foothills, shimmering and ? Left in the big sand, crashing to the ground Never forget, Never forget, Never forget your prize Never forget, Never forget, Never forget your prize Let go Let go Let go Let go Let go Never forget your prize Never forget, never forget Never forget your prize Never forget, never forget Hanging around your love drop to your knees Know when to stop, but you love the disease Here lies my panic right here by your side Feels like derailing, going much too slow Let go Let go Let go Let go Never forget your prize Never forget, never forget Never forget your prize
8.
Under the altar I set my sights The cadaverous glow of the liquor store lights The mid-town zombies on the merciless curb To the truck stop candy on the interstate dirge There's a lone wolf waiting She's a witch and ya oughta know Midnight passage, unspeakable rites Desert damnation, nothing to lose Laying her down here under her boots Erasing the memory, erasing the proof She's a real bad liar She's a witch and ya oughta know Take her down on the back road Take her down where nobody goes She's in the trunk, I'm at the wheel The longer I drive, the less I feel...fear I'm the freeway shaman She's a witch and ya oughta know I'm the freeway shaman She's a witch and ya oughta know There's a lone wolf waiting In a ditch where the smoke tree grows I know she'll never be seen Beneath the precious ravine I'll leave her sleeping on back road tar
9.
Garbage Man 03:28
you ain't no punk, you punk. you wanna talk about the real junk? if i ever slip, i'll be banned 'cause i'm your garbageman. well you can't dig me you can't dig nothin'. do you want the real thing, or are you just talkin'? do you understand? i'm your garbageman. yeah, somethin' from the garage and down the driveway. now get outta your mind and get outta my way. now do you understand? do you understand? louie, louie, louie, lou-i the bird's the word and do you know why? you gotta beat it with a stick. you gotta beat it 'til it's thick. you gotta live until you're dead. you gotta rock 'til you see red. now do you understand? do you understand? i'm a garbageman. aw, jump on and ride... yeah it's just what you need when you're down in the dumps. one half hillbilly and one half punk. big long legs and one big mouth. the hottest thing from the north to come out of the south. do you understand? do you understand? woo, i can't lose with the stuff i use, and you don't choose no substitutes. so stick out your can 'cause i'm your garbageman. louie, louie, louie, lou-i the bird's the word and do you know why? you gotta beat it with a stick. you gotta beat it 'til it's thick. you gotta live until you're dead. you gotta rock 'til you see red. now do you understand? do you understand? do you understand? all right, hop off.
10.
You're shaking in your skirt, here we are aside the freeway Watch the passing faces freeze, breathe the exhaust and the gasoline The skies are orange with oxide dreams, it's exactly what it seems And the air is sea foam green… Yet the stars come out at night… with their shining wheels They make it clear, there's more to this than we can see… See that glare… it's always there… it raises temperature Those things change with pasing years There's so much money in those hills, it keeps the hungry coming back Dreams of coffee colored Cadillac's Yet the stars come out at night… with their shining wheels They make it clear, there's more to this than we can see… You'll know the ones, there talking to them selves… Right where the circuit broke The story could be theirs or it could be yours But you're shaking in your skirt… lets turn the air down low Here's your chance to conceal your secret stash Yet the stars come out at night, with their shining wheels They make it clear, there is more to this than we can see Here's your chance to conceal your secret stash And in a flash… I'm shure you'll make it be Maybe there's something to that life… that they found some secret key Than we watch them self destruct underneath the oxide dreams

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The sixth studio album by Fatso Jetson.

Available in the following formats

- 12" vinyl (black and white - 500 made)
- Digipack CD

Edition of 500 copies. Released with a lyric insert sheet.

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released May 23, 2010

Guitar/Vocals – Mario Lalli
Bass – Larry Lalli
Drums – Tony Tornay
Harmonica, Saxophone, Vocals – Vince Meghrouni
Musician [Additional], Organ, Piano [Fender Rhodes] – Mathias Schneeberger
Music By, Words By – Fatso Jetson (tracks: A1 to B8, B10), Mario Lalli (tracks: A1 to B8, B10)

Artwork – Cale Bunker, Mario Lalli

Recorded By – Eddie Rivas (Total Annihilation Studios) and Mathias Schneeberger (Donner & Blitzen)
Mastered By [Vinyl Mastering] – Peter Black

Released by Cobraside Distribution
All songs written by Fatso Jetson except #9 by The Cramps

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Fatso Jetson Los Angeles, California

Fatso Jetson, est. in Palm Desert, CA since 1994.

Released albums with SST, Bongload, Man's Ruin, Rekords Rekords, Cobraside, Go Down, Heavy Psych Sounds

On tour in Fall throughout Europe, dates available below or full all dates, go to FJ.com.
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