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VOLUME 1: Hot Sick Vile And Fun

by new sounds from San Francisco

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1.
I was in a hit and run I felt hot and sick and done Vile humans ruin fun But I still believe in love Hit and run Hit and run Believe in love Believe in love Hot sick vile and fun I still believe in love The driver got away At night I see his face Vile humans ruin fun But I still believe in love Believe in love Believe in love Hit and run Hit and run Hot sick vile and fun I still believe in love
2.
Her wishes kneel to the fading day Some vacant notion of peace Things never do change Things never do change the model sinks into the broken floor falling up or floating down things never do change things never do change things never do change things never do change
3.
Toyota - Why 01:58
Why should I worry I can’t drive The problems of today are so contrived I don’t leave To get what I need Everything comes with such ease Click right here Tap right there My csv code is 313 Its scary out there The lines are too long Stay inside where I belong Why why why Leave Why why why It’s here
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All the leaves are floating together all the time And I float like a collar in the brine The never thoughts how they fall un should Something to feed the ordinary Everything changes and the midnight day end begins Outside of chasms in line with the simmering sun How tame can love be The never thoughts how they fall unshould Something to feed the ordinary Inside This will fall In the midnight sun (Within a midnight love)
6.
She was born rich, and she couldn't decide what would be a better use of her time Dating DJs wasn't doing it for her anymore and she needed some sign Should she heal the world with yoga? Should she try to make it sober? Maybe after all- she needs a hobby job Something dad can get behind Something less than part time Hobby job! She's making jewelry and she's having a show And yes of course you should know that she does energy work as well And sooner or later she'll be a designer She'll move all your stuff and then she'll stack up your books The world are all her patrons, but the punks are still in basements Maybe after all- she needs a hobby job Something dad can get behind Something less than part time Hobby job! The world are all her patrons, but the punks are still in basements She wonders why she made it, while others' hopes are faded And now she is a pagan, and now she's got a mantra Cos baby after all, she's got a HOBBY JOB
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You think you know me from somewhere I can feel your gaze on my hair But I can't know unless you ask me But instead you just walk past me We won't know each other this time But if there's a book in heaven you'll find Your name is written next to mine Oh oh oh I see you again on the same street I look past you and you look past me I could turn back but I don't have to Cuz I knew you in the primordial ooze We won't know each other this time But if there's a book in heaven we'd find Your name is right there next to mine Oh oh oh I've heard it said that the name your mother gave you explains away all the shit you've been through If that's the case then we'll have our answers in the end in the end in the end So the next time I see you I might stop I might smile, I might talk and maybe this time we get to Live like we did in the primordial ooze We could have each other this time and in that book in heaven we'd write your name right next to mine oh oh oh, oh oh
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[instrumental]
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staring at the ass of my mind again wondering how i can make you mine but then i, i'm so blind how do i make you mine i, i was fine now something's on the line looking at the tea leaves for signs again suddenly afraid of someone who's my friend i, i'm so blind how do i make you mine i, i was fine now something's on the line there's so much that my two eyes don't know but i've seen yours glow clear as an open door staring at the ass of my mind again wondering how i can make you mine but then i, i'm so blind how do i make you mine i, i was fine now something's on the line there's so much that my two eyes don't know but i've seen your glow clear as an open door
10.
It gets cold In San Francisco At night Better find someone To put your arms around Three teeth, one teet Don't chew on it Feels desperate I can't pay for it No I can't pay for it Millions of numbers Replacing others You remember Acting as foil It's not very old I was told When it was sold I swear There were others before Our time's Not very accurate, Not accurate Lyrics by Eva Hannan
11.
friday's here and i'm so scared i might not get to see you again when we talk i drop the phone and all i know is you sound crazy won't you return ? or i could leave in your arms i'm almost sure i go to pieces every, single time and in my mind are one million flowers all i know - it's the way it's gonna be beneath your fingers i am won i'm joining the dark side
12.
Feeling small The way you stumble through the hall Too late to sleep It’s just to me it’s like a dream Will you ever leave Into the sun I hope I fall Do you feel at all Do you feel at all Like a beating drum Like a beating heart Like a speeding train Like street lights shine In the falling rain Like every time When you were mine It really gets to me Forever Forever Forever Forever
13.
I sit around all day While you pretend I’m okay You try to talk to me While I walk in circles I don’t wanna hold your hand But you always stick around I sit around all day While you try to bother me You try to talk to me While I sit at home I see the light in your eyes But I just wanna go home Cause I call it sad girl hours Don’t try to take all my hours I feel sleepy and tired Don’t try to take all my hours
14.
Anywhere where you goin', nowhere and you can't go anywhere you refuse to be, nowhere Anytime, and you don't say, no where ya you can't go anywhere you refuse to be nowhere where do you go when sun shines on the way, you used to lie where do you go when sun shines anywhere but here anywhere but here anywhere we used to write our names in the snow, where we used to go wait and see, by the phone where we used to call your name you'll never be the same you'll never be the same
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about

This is a modest selection of the great
and often weird new art happening in San
Francisco now, in this era, that i saw during a
small personal odyssey through a San
Francisco musical underground that has been
flourishing despite a total corporate coup of
the city…
Toyota, defying categories, a twisted
Carl Stalling meets Devo sound while asking
the eternal question “why?” sits next to an
accapella from the Gonks: “I was in a hit and
run… I felt hot and sick and done, vile humans
ruin fun…. Hot, sick, vile and fun/ but I still
believe in love…”

Onwards the odyssey goes to the afterworld fingerpicking masterpiece of David Novick to Galore, delivering casual masterpieces of simplicity, conjuring Marine Girls covering VU…
Amongst so many nail on head lyrics in this record, Bozmo’s outstanding song Hobby Job is a
wry, bull’s-eye take on first world problems of the rich and privileged class, “She was born rich, and she couldn’t decide what would be a better use of our time, datin Dj’s wasn’t doin it for her anymore and she needed some sign / should she heal the world with yoga? /should she try to make it sober? / she needs a hobby job / something dad can get behind/ something that’s less then part time…” this song is total genius.

Onwards to the band Cindy, “You think you know me from somewhere…we won’t know each other this time…. I look past you, you look past me… I could look back but I don’t have to, cause I knew you in the primordial ooze.” HEAVY non time one eyed seer beyond the temporal into the eternal void/love type lyrics...
A giant FORSALE sign materialized above the city a while back and panic hit the streets. Those who didn't make money and success their number one god were immediately expelled; others went willingly, their exodus a final act of defiance. Others metamorphosed into the very tech marauders that sacked their city. But some just stayed the same and went
underground. Finally the giant hovering sign dropped and smashed into the city. pseudo cabs like bugs crawled out of every crevice, gift shops replaced corner stores, record shops became boutiques, recording studios became music spas for businessmen, computer halls
replaced clubs, lulu lemon pants replaced clothes, beards replaced faces! technology replaced lifealogy! cats replaced dogs! digital sticks replaced cigarettes! also Nazis showed up…! On the entire urban regurgitation went! a veritable cultural epoch! A brainswell of dire magnitude! A living societal exploding aneurism! The city was FRIED by manevelent techno
zombific telekinetic messages: live for likes! argue with everyone! said the message. But underneath the gigantic for sale sign that crushed into the houses, buildings, neighborhoods and streets, bands still make personal, original, slanted, mixed up, meaningful music and sometimes bizarre and fine art.
This is just one field report.

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released July 19, 2019

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