These are the songs on the CD version two point oh.

..In order. I think.


Sharks On Fire



A Scholarship named after your grave

Everything you do is a mistake

You just make more work

You just make more work



Fallen angels make mistakes

Picking on you and all that you make

Did you Ever want to cry



Sharks on Fire

As if to prove you're still alive





The Taste Of Water



So say what you will say

And write it down in books

As if to say

You said it first

Well who cares?



Women are forgiven and forgotten all the time.

So don't write about that shit

In your books of rhyme and verse.



I can't see

I keep my eyes closed late at night

So turn off your city lights



And I can't see

Who we are or what it means to be

Anything at all.



And that's why there will always be songs that go

a little bit like this.



Forget your dreams and sleep!

Don't turn on the radio!

Cuz they don't know what we know.



And if you forget one song, if it makes you feel any better at all...

Let it be this one.

Won't you let it be this one?



I guess my biggest problem with this earth is we can go anywhere at all

And eat the same shitty food

From the same shitty places



So I can't see

But it's a matter of choice

I close my eyes at night

So turn off your city lights!

Cuz they don't know what we know.



It's the same goddamn food

From the same goddamn places

It's the same shitty meals

With the same shitty..



Faces share a name

These people share a name

These places have the same name



Don't you see?

We forgot it too.





Radio Friendly



All my friends are pedophiles

So let it be known, I'm done with high school

I'll say It, don't make me say it

We make jokes at your expense



It's too late

Your running way too fast

Your going nowhere

Just sitting here



At night I scale along the tree line

As far as the leaves will take me

I look deep into the skyline

And see the leaves trying to get back home to the earth



Mike Battlestar

I wont remember the name of your mix tape

By next year

My favorite band turned out to be

Just like me



Across the street drinking beer

Shooting stars at hopes and dreams



We're all liars here

We're all friends here





Dance Off

Drunk and making out with a stranger you just met

While we play

Which is better?



First impressions only matter

To those who don't do anything with themselves.

[But we'd rather have a dance off]



Who are we?

We're liars

We're trying

To prove ourselves



We had a dance off in a thunder storm

[Who are we?]



Who are we?

I'm just a kid, just a kid

We can only try so hard

I'm just a kid, just a kid

What more do you want?





Hot Topic

Quit your job and dance



I met you on a rainy day in august

I've never been quite the same since

It could have been the scent of those lilacs

Or the sound of that train

To come and take me away



Hot topic's in

My band has pins

So come hang out

We'll party right after the show



This van is useless

It's parked in the wrong place

So if you need a ride

You'll have to find another band



I dreamt about a sunny day in London

I guess I've never traveled there before

The last time I won a trip to somewhere else but here

Was the saw your pretty face

And you looked away

- Sheldon

Good afternoon ladies and gentleman. Please forgive me for interrupting your tea, crumpets, and morning post to bring you another important and highly disregarded Tickets update. As I have recently been informed, children in Nigeria are longing for food, children in Scotland and yearning beer, and children in Kamloops are dyer need of more creamy synth goodness. Luckily, Tickets to Tokyo is in the Studio tracking their new album (tentatively entitled "Urinal Educate"), as we speak! Sheldon, alas, has been overcome with permanent memory loss after nights of draining Funky Llama as if it was going out of style. Although not directly affecting his musical performance, he is, however, slightly confused to say the least. Last anyone has seen on the glamorous front man, he was sighted trying to drum to a Cher song and screaming that he is "Sir John Lennon the IV". The band has been overcome with worry, but the Doctor insists that they shall, indeed, be able to play tonight, provided they keep their singer/synth player on track.

In other news, Dan has discovered that texting and driving looks no better on a permanent driving record than does a minx wearing a fur coat! In addition, Ethan has discovered a new love for Rondelet Poetry, and plans to soon incorporate these emotional endeavors into his drum fills. Evan shocked the band this morning by telling his band mates of his ambitious plan to invent a 18-string bass guitar. After three blueprints and no fewer than twelve power point presentations, his peers are finally taking him seriously. Leave it to Evan when it comes to high hopes and good Karma.

After another testing night in the studio, the band has come out with a few thoughts to share with you folks: Firstly, you can never have too much Dr. Pepper. Second, always hit the record button when attempting to accurately reproduce and audio signal. And lastly (and most importantly), never ever ever feed the pigeons!

Thanks for taking the time to hear us out on these matters. You may now resume drinking your tea and reading the morning paper. Love and property to you all!
-Tickets2Tokyo

I just finished making some merch. Available starting at the next show (This Sunday!) for three dollars are lovingly hand-spray-painted demo CDs!





There's two different versions. White with an eggshell stencil, and eggshell with a white stencil.

The CDs feature four songs - one of them is unreleased and not on our Myspace and we'll never, ever play it again. So if you're interested, you'd be doing us a favor by picking a CD up and supporting us.

Yours,
Sheldon