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City: CHICAGO/NORMAL
State: Illinois
Country: US
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Friday, January 09, 2009 
for anyone who may be interested, i am starting to keep up with my blog again...
http://yeabig.blogspot.com/
photos, nonesense, writings, ect.  mostly pertaining to music, but sometimes other things too.
luv,
stefen (yb)
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Wednesday, November 05, 2008 

Category: Writing and Poetry
hi guys,

stefen here.
i just wanted to let anyone who might be interested know that i am now a contributing writer for The Deli Chicago, a new chicago music website. i'll be doing a monthly column called, Vague Measurements by Yea Big. the site launched today. check it out here,
http://www.thedelimagazine.com/chicago/

luv,
s (yb)
Currently listening:
Receivers
By Parts & Labor
Release date: 2008-10-21
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Sunday, November 02, 2008 

Current mood:  amused
Category: Dreams and the Supernatural
this picture was sent to us, and i seriously, for a brief second, thought it was really ME!   hahahahahaha!  i love it!  


Currently reading:
Shambhala: The Sacred Path of the Warrior
By Chogyam Trungpa
Release date: 2007-03-27
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Friday, October 17, 2008 

Category: Music
SUPER HOTNESS RIGHT CHEA! Installment number 4 of that tour video.

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Thursday, October 02, 2008 
Static here, once again. This is the third installment of our tour video.
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Monday, September 15, 2008 

Current mood:  artistic
Category: Music
Static here. This is the second installment of our tour video.

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Sunday, September 07, 2008 

Current mood:  amused
Category: Life
YB here.
Static filmed a ton of funny footage on our most recent tour with Bark Bark Bark. Part 1 of his tour documentary has arrived for your viewing pleasure:

Currently watching:
Dog Whisperer with Cesar Millan: The Complete Third Season
Release date: 2008-07-08
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Sunday, June 08, 2008 

Current mood:  exhausted
Duck, Mother Fuckers!

hot flows, spots rocked, i got those
collosal rhymes cold, got your snot nose
froze up your nostrils, nose running
but nowhere to go so stop your feet in the box, so
genius, but nobody knows, drop the memo
into mathematics, kid open up your mental
each time you add young static to the mixture  
the potential energy grows into exponential
its simple pressure builds bigger and bigger
launch chamber shakes, the whole buildings aquiver
bricks falling off facades, countdown to ignition
cant stop the ascent, blast off across the continent
where we went, nobody saw we're too quick
gave chase but we gave em the slip, we're too slick
gun ships, bent on blowing us out of the sky
fired off hundreds of clips and still missed, its madness

were coming, i know you feel the tension in the air
you cant run, you cant hide, we'll be there
so get right, hold head high, stand up square
then put a hump in your back and get down, get down

check the horizon, you might see us coming
the rumbling in the atmosphere, meet us if you dare
but you better be prepared to get down, get down
better be prepared to get down, get down

no stopping, halting momentum isnt an option
not when we got jet planes and helicopters
spotting our coordinates, trying hard to shoot us down
gotta fight back with force and do it often
sharpen my accuracy, call me, a sharpshooter
draw you into the crosshairs, right through the
sights like, hot knife it slice through wackness
in fact its to this game i'm most suited
powered by force of will, awesome skill
fuel injected vocal chords, more horses still
shooting star, set a course for the source and build
your fortune, loss for them, one for the cause
but the next time you look up into the night sky
catch the shine off the boosters, its proof to
the fact we got the fuel to keep this thing moving
shooting, out on airwaves, using music

we're coming, shockwave raising up dust
you cant run, you cant hide from us
just, cover your eyes, say bye to us
cause we're gone as soon as we came

disappear into the distance, thats the mission
leaving bouncing battlefields in our wake
coming soon to your state, making you get down, get down
better be prepared to get down, get down

The Life Here

i'd like to stop, have a listen, look around me
take a deep breath, glance at my surroundings
down on my luck, try hard but never enough
feels like im in over my head i'm drowning
dont get me wrong, basically, living is easy
but i have a hard time with the parts that dont make sense
so i travel on questioning the reasons
knowing damn well its at my sanity's expense
why is it that i live the best that i can
but stress that i am, informally banned from understanding
who the hell is controlling the reins
runaway planet under command of the remains of the same
rules and regulations that put us here in the first place
worst case scenario, i leave in the worst way
maintain calm, no derailing my train
wont be tempted by the lunacy corrupting my birthplace
the landscape goes from cornfields to castles
sunlit avenues to streets covered in shadows
wide open spaces to down deep, the narrows
way out west to downtown, they settled
reflective surfaces mirroring the below
glass flowers showering light from theyre petals
plant a city seed in the ground let it burrow
and from the earth springs solid concrete and metal

cold wind blows, in summers the ass shows
some of the time i cant stand the assholes
but its this city i like to call home
its this city i like to call home

bigger than life but at night grows still
two sides like jekyll and hyde with dope deals
pull in the wrong block come out with no wheels
get chills, now you know how snow feels
people hungry, its part of the life here
but once they get a piece of the pie,
its quite rare, that they might share, i'm talking bike wear,
at three hundred lbs, thats just a nightmare, quite scared
didnt offer me none, i'm standing right there
dont get a slice soon, i might bite theirs
so you got crust, you think that i care?
whats yours is mine, i thought i made it quite clear
big shoulders rub on the train
loop round downtown, then back out whence came
introducing, your eyes to new things
so many colors you'd think it was a mood ring
using packed highways, commuting
dont pay any mind to the multiple shootings
by the lakeshore the weather is using
my chilled bones for its very personal plaything

settle down or ill go ill,
talkin bout chicago ill
its this city i like to call home
its this city i like to call home

annoy anyone in this city and the mob wont build
youll probly get almost killed
but its this city i like to call home
its this city i like to call home

with the skyline that brightens the night sky
sometimes so bright it hides star shine
but its this city i like to call home
its this city i like to call home

bringing all types of people together
too many of em dont even like each other
its this city i like to call home
its this city i like to call home


Things Have To Change, Pete.

it's 4am can't sleep, bad dreams
something on my mind it bothers me, badly
stressed out, bloodshot eyes, i'm looking like
i been awake for so long day blurs into night
sit up, maybe feeling well enough to get up
struggle to my feet, wash my face, i'm feeling better
put on shoes, sweatshirt, out into the morning
get a cup of coffee at the diner on the corner
sunrise, paper truck it drives by,
street otherwise empty, only ones outside
garbage trucks, cabbies and other people
like me who cant sleep, who need peace,
who can't keep running, falter, stumbling
need to recharge to face the light thats coming
with the fast approaching day, summertime's done in,
glow reflecting off the asphalt and its stunning
tumbling down the front of glass faced juggernauts
some of the time i watch those shapes then summon
thoughts of taking a piece of the shine, but i'm
never gonna fly to the sun to take from it

spring into action fall back to winter
things will inevitably change
puts the hemisphere to sleep we soon enter
spring, summer, fall, winter

spring wakes the hemisphere then comes winter
day glo summer, world turns to winter
dust off summer the clothes we packed into
spring, summer, fall, winter

chapped lips, smacked with vaseline,
cracks pushed back with chapstick
big coat, body heat it traps,
cold wind blows in between the layers of my jacket
better be, ready to get ahead of the dropping degrees
tracing centimeters away from the sun
temperature drops every day, its unsettling
darkness, creeping up, days shorter, steadily
sweating because i got mind over matter
think warm thoughts, warmed up quite readily
head heavy, need to light a torch, eyes spark
a flash, need fuel, conveniently spit acetalene
slip past, the years ass to the head again
new chance for planning, fresh start managing
resolution set, hard pressed to respect
a man for building it up, not damaging

spring into action fall back to winter
things will inevitably change
puts the hemisphere to sleep we soon enter
spring, summer, fall, winter

spring wakes the hemisphere then comes winter
day glo summer, world turns to winter
dust off summer the clothes we packed into
spring, summer, fall, winter

Why The Fuck Does This Keep Happening?

i'm a veritable fountain of useless information
matched with a razor wit and overactive imagination
seen jumping off trains 10 miles outside the station
just to save 3 secs in total time of transportation
why you ask? that's just the way i'm made, born and raised
crazy, since the times this baby shaved with razor blades
ripped from the wall of the crib where this baby stayed
scared the shit out of the other kids every time we played
he's a weird one, not quite right, they say about me
that's fine, doubt me, in the running count me out please
when the ending comes, finish line is crossed they're shouting
you're stumbling, i'm the underdog you never saw coming
carefully creeping up behind career criminal minds
cross state lines to take the enemy kind of like
the venom you find when the snake puts it in em
choir boys and sinners alike can't escape from the venom

injecting a type of energy right? into the mainline
can't find your remains but steady remain trying
dropped in the flames, invisible to the trained eye
same time man, same time, man same time
drop it, you know it's not worth the grief i'm bringing in
i can see it in your eyes you're not sure who you're dealing with
the right move, the one i advise, would be to leave it and
back slowly out the door, before you have a messed up evening
afflicted with psychotic episodes since i remember
enter black out phases where my actions aren't my own
inflict abominations on legions of censors, known
to throw a temper tantrum and leave a spot completely blown
my actions have shown, that side of me, repeatedly
times where i came to, places completely new to me
highway underpasses, is that blood, at least it seems to be
oh, shit, why the fuck does this keep happening

Back Into The Sleeve

this is the very final page of the last chapter
cue the bowing actors, call the cows in from pasture
trailing float in the parade, with none following after
we're very close to finish, so no use in moving faster
sunset, ball of fire in the sky it fade out
nighttime cocked the gun, blew the day out, its grey now
stay out past the point of darkness every day now
make sure you lock the doors and hit the lights on the way out
stick a fork in it, i'm done like burnt meats
turned beats, into anthems for sure, we turned peaks
of mountaintops into paperweights, with strength feats
speak knowledgeably with more worth than antiques
handy with a microphone as well as the sampling
hip hop hooray for yeah his talents outstanding
who's the man behind the mic, you better be answering
the kid, the two together help you reach understanding
of all things scientific, dropping specific
facts and figures, prolifically giving back, whats the difference
between falling through the cracks and getting sifted dishonestly
picture the difference between opinion and true honesty
time to see, what your insides are made out of
shout it out from on top of the boxes that you stand on
step down from your pedestal retreat to the sound of
this album, blowing up your spot and it surroundings
head pounding, the smoke clears, aftermath is amazing
no scraping for years or more to form the niche that we're shaping
we drop a load of high explosive containers and vaporize
the ground underneath your feet complete to make craters
shamless, we blame the whole catastrophe on invaders
traitors changed hats, put on disguises to look like strangers
switch back, tell the crowd that their lives are in danger
no matter, here comes yea big and kid static to save us




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Sunday, June 08, 2008 

Current mood:  exhausted
Category: Music
We've been getting alot of requests for our lyrics lately and figured the easiest way to get those out would be to post them in one central location. Here are the lyrics to all the songs on our first album.  If you have a request for song lyrics to anything else, let us know and we will be happy to help you out.

-YB+KS



We've Built A Time Machine That Runs On Beats, We Shall Only Use It For Good.

take a beat, electronic, scientific i motivate
using only my brainwaves, create a landscape
trace back through time, space, follow a line
of energy, charge your batteries, i physically
grab your mind out of the front side of your cranium
half life is spent breaking down, uranium
can't radioactivate without deformity,
normally, but this eventuality is alien
travel, back over eons, talk smack to kings
bring dinosaurs to present, abandon the things
jump off the guillotine, back straightening to vertical
trampoline into the upstream flow, we're going to go
to the original goal, system, chased the pole position
we missed a visit to ends of the solar system
black hole gravity prevents glow emission
slow pressing prisms, minutely distilling vision

can we take a candid portrait, clear consciousness,
rarely seen, never shown, uncloak it for the populace,
probably this piece of the mind state it's obvious
a picture taken at this place will take opposite
ends of the particle accelerator i should have made
another set of, duplicated the cards, crated the large
generators, stated the yard is off limits to chemists
who keep glass shards completely separated
from all aspects of ever embedding in flesh
set technical limits to control nuclear tests
stress self preservation or getting your head in a vest
swords flew through, wounded some, beheaded the rest
they shoulda looked backwards, towards the massive chapter
of horseback riders and hooded attackers
living disasters, appearace of evil bastards
chasing after and every minute moving faster


Static Leads The Coup

back to reality, heartbeat quickening, mind is racing
body overheating limbs numb, the dream is fading
eyes refuse to focus, shallow breathing, stop the bleeding
damn that shit hurts, no retreating

i was fortunate, to be served with the gift,
when im nervous and shit, get served with a hit
of adrenaline, gives me power to take on any man
real quick front flip, up on my feet again

rockets kick in, im airborne and therefore
i can outsoar anything even air force
dont change course, just because im blowing up airports
code adept, intercept message from their source
the dark horse, preparing your squad for letdown
i'll jet down, steal all your plans, soon as their set down
keep my sets on top of the deck, never get down
my cliques equipped to make the leadership step down
more pounds of gadgets than you can imagine
fashion weapons out of a shoe and a trashbin
emotions, im lacking in human compassion
leaving you ashen, head in your hands, yo dog what happened
statics attacking, wills left of napkins
giving people chills with the skills i be packing
getting people killed while the buildings collapsing
world will be ill when the revolution happens
smashing communications, utilities
black outs are widespread, gives me abilities
to hit locations rip out the foundations
sound from the underground reboots the nation
pirate radio, source theyll never know
all the power in the city coming through your stereo
cameras running so are we dodging air raids
check your tv, see me, hijack the airwaves

a single voice breaks through silence, ears perk up to listen
intro greets the waiting crowd, snaring the attention
of all who choose to pay it to a robot spinning chaos
electrostatically charged rhythms is the payoff

i was fortunate, to be served with the gift,
when im nervous and shit, get served with a hit
of adrenaline, gives me power to take on any man
real quick front flip, up on my feet again

strange face on your screen, no worries, dont stress it
you can call me static, i bring an urgent message
when your strife makes you take a look at your life
and you realize that everything isnt all right
youre dying inside and youd rather die on the knife
than spend the rest of your days amazed at how many times
youre drying your eyes, help me god you cry
fall on your knees as you plead to the sky
every day on the factory floor they crush your spirit
they know the blood of war is coursing through your veins
you try to spread the news to the nearest but they hear it
the pain, the pain, the pain, the pain
across your back, for the smallest infraction
no action, where will you go, theres no amnesty
everybody out there is working for them
get back to work if you care for the safety of your family
so take part, its a good start, you'll be equipped
with weapons, directions, cash cards and a jump shit
to take you offworld leave you protected
with connections to the sections we run with,
you cant quit unles we overcome the collective
prime directive is to become effective
at causing maximum damage to this system
back to your programming, end of transmission

Joining Forces

i want to introduce you to two performers
these personas bringing something new upon us
vocals spit quick over grooves electronic
linguistics with glitch producing on it
movin on, we're honored that you stopped to listen
rock traditions, hip hop obstetricians,
hospital badge, white coat, cop the mission
carve a hole in the stomach of the competition
my position? i speak while the big defends
send troops past tooth where the truth fit in
hear a call to arms every time the drums commence
and the bass is the sword, tip pressed to skin
don't move, im joking, these grooves provoking
large groups to congregate and make motion
thigh shake promotion, evoke emotions
of even those souls who cant take the notion

yea big, kid static, make you move your butt
feed your mental with the goodness, fill up your gut
whole place turns to rubble when we blow it up
check the cuts, needing band aids like what
what the fuck? yeah i said it, i aint stutter
never heard grooves this smooth, close the shutters
make your cheeks turn red, eyelashes flutter
til your body shakes with each word i utter
have another, we can do this til the cows come in
when the sun goes down, we bring the shine again
deep within, crawling all under your skin
you let us in your head but dont know where we been
too bad i dont think we wiped our feet
then walked in your cranium and tracked in beats
now your back sides bouncing in your seat,
and people give you funny looks walking down the street


Speak The Facts

looking out the window in the back of the class, young kid
drawing cartoons is all he did
couldnt keep his head in the books hes strugglin
it was hard to pay attention, he got bored too quick
started making up stories, like the boy who cried wolf
sent people off the wrong way cause he could
stood up to some dudes he met in the hood
until he told a story about his skils and got schooled
my old man used to tell me son go for the truth
verify the realness like pressing gold to the tooth
you  cant deny the facts, cause theyre backed by proof
you can bend em til they crack, then break on through
but somehow the facts they remain unchanged
no matter how you twist em, still stay the same
cover your head, man you can hide the fangs
but the dog will see the light, cause the truths aflame

cant find em, must be in a file misspelled
you aint telling the truth, or did you catch that smell
most times behind a wall of lies they dwell
who we got to speak the facts when they dont speak for themselves

got the fame misfortune, mad acclaim
dang, you touched the dame now shes to blame?
cries go in vain, press released your name
lost all control, now you're trapped in shame
the claims you report wont hold up in court
facts need life support, cause they come up short
for every fact they throw, you got a swift retort
under attack, it's alamo without the fort
tossing lies into the ring like that shits a sport
under a torch, stressing that youre not that sort
sweat soaking through your shirt, like you lost a quart
cant remember every time you made the truth distort
lie to me, naw, i dont play that
leave you laying out in the street with your skull cracked
bleeding skullcap, cut up from my raw raps
now if that aint distorting the facts, what you call that?

its not mine, you lying, what motel
i must have missed your call i dont hear so well
man let me out, i dont belong in this cell
who we got to speak the facts when they dont speak for themselves

walked into a door, how my eye got swelled
ballistics report, i said that aint my shell
i said melinda when i meant michelle
who we got to speak the facts when they dont speak for themselves

im just on vacation, didnt get expelled
dont stomp my face, i promise i aint tell
no way i gained weight, didnt tip the scale
who we got to speak the facts when they dont speak for themselves

didnt take chanel, got the shit on sale
kill the bullshit, let the truth prevail
who we got to speak the facts when they dont speak for themselves
who we got to speak the facts when they dont speak for themselves

The Basement / Enfant Terrible

okay, lets get down to basics, the basement,
traces of light reach through the casement
drywall accumulates by the spaces,
left behind vases bass drums, and faces,
trapped in portraits, portrayed
in times past, first grade to the eighth
trace many past memories to this space
so many discoveries behind the crates
great shadows reflect a childs imaginate
monsters attack, little minds create shapes
so many artifacts left back cause we afraid
strange auditory, premises we vacate
daytime workshop for childhood fantasies
living go kart dreams with no mechanical steeze
small minds doing up scale size robberies
trains pulling up, action figures act as thieves
rainstorms reverse back to ground level
speakers reverb through wood releasing pebbles
crumbling walls, the dust settles,
trembling hands, unsettling glance from cold metal
tears welling up, struggling for attention
sympathy cries for intervention, none given
noone invades the solitude around the children
twilight prison, nailed to a wall, forgot to mention

glass reflects the background faintly
painted black so the outside can't see
what goes on, children gone
parents plead for their return nightly
twisted mind feels the need to perform
experiments on the ones so young
house sits on a street indistinct from the next
cops even stopped to check
seems like the nicest guy ever to live
all the neighbors say he's so considerate
doesn't talk much but thats no reason
to think hes the one kidnapping little kids
the disappearances, they need to be explained
no clues remain, police playing games
towns eyes search everyone on the street
but the man whose playing them looks so plain
please help us, they scream helpless
to help anyones seed,
no one knows where to look
checking nooks, crannies, on everyone's property  
but their hands, keep coming up empty
simply, tempting him,
a man so lost to the world
he thinks hes really helping them
until one day he slips, loses control
over the whole, operation
this shows, a tenuous hold
on sanity, tortured soul
i need help he cries,
see through their eyes, my heart disguised
just need to get it out there,
i'm the one where the root of the scandal lies

Repairs Are Needed

i feed my size with, fast food jaeger bombs and beef stew
need fuel to drive the flab, do the math dude
smash through miles of trash to carve a path to
a sandwich and a half, calling me nuts like cashews
laugh dude, eat you too if i can catch you
running faster, i'll wait, your time is fast too
mad rules say i can't pose for mag shoots
cause i'm a planet out of control check out my mass fool
my ass pulls things into orbit around it
i sweat grease from the brontosaurus im pounding
no matter what side you stand on i'm right there
dont believe me? look around, you're surrounded
whole township, running under your fountain
land ho son, i'm supporting the mountains
feet grounded, richter scale is counfounded
the numbers dont go that high, stop the counting

i can't sleep i got more problems, flaws
than the average individual does
mentally, cause more problems
cause of my residual flaws

i can't sleep i got more problems, flaws
than the average individual does
mentally, cause more problems
cause of my residual flaws

i got influenza, lockjaw, clamydia
lupus, vomiting, gout, schizophrenia
any disease on a list i got plenty of
allergies to everything since the millenium
i got rabies, scabies, spitting up babies
hunchback, personal problems with ladies
hazy eyesight, whole families shady
but thats all good lifes coming up gravy
blood pressure shooting all off of the clipboard
roomate asking what are you in for
move toward the bars calling for guards
before this dude leroy strangles my ass with a mic cord
reward all of my deeds with candy
teeth rotting out of my mouth, i cant see
nearsighted in one eye, i'm half blind
and i wonder why no ladies try to date me

i can't sleep i got more problems, flaws
than the average individual does
mentally, cause more problems
cause of my residual flaws

i can't sleep i got more problems, flaws
than the average individual does
mentally, cause more problems
cause of my residual flaws


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Sunday, May 25, 2008 

Current mood:  accomplished
Haha, sorry Bigga, I'm totally stealing your steeze on this one.

We just got back from our tour last Saturday and after a most busy week back in Chicago, here are photos from our recent jaunt out into the world of touring. Everyone we met were welcoming and completely warm and amazing individuals. Each time we go out I am convinced further that there are still good people out there and they totally want to listen to our music.  Big ups to everyone who helped us, loved us, fed us, bathed us, bought us beverages, gave us directions (Yeah Garmin!), showed us a good time, cheered for us, bought our merchandise, danced with us, danced for us, talked to us, etc. You are all beautiful and hold a very special place in our hearts.

these are just some of the highlights of the tour, the whole image set can be found here: FLICKR!






















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