We woke up at Greg & Amanda's in a room full of cats. Hung out with Greg for a while then went over to a punk house on High Street in Urbana, IL.
There was writing on all the walls. Empty beer cans & punk show posters everywhere. We hung out with some of the locals we had met last year and listened to Greg's new band practice.
We drove over to the church basement we were playing in that night. Some of us were skeptical, because it was a church. But the place was swarming with punks, and pretty much everyone was pounding beers & whiskey right there, inside the church basement. Class Conviction opened, followed by an unnamed Gypsy/Ska/Punk band. They both did awesome.
We played our set for an excited crowd of punks, then Evil Empire went on and the entire Champaign crowd skanked & thrashed all the way through We Must Dismantle All This! Thanks to everyone who showed up!!! The show went great, and the party afterwards on High Street was insanity (someone passed out on the front lawn).
The Champaign punk scene is awesome, thanks so much for having us!

Next episode: OFC meets Atrocity Solution. Again.
Same bat network, same bat channel.

We woke up, munched, and left for Crystal Lake. While we were still in Indiana we stopped at a HUGE fireworks store. Mawk Heaf: presents when we get home.
Once we got out of Indiana traffic got kind of hectic. The closer we got to Chicago, the slower traffic moved. It took us over 2 hours to get 32 miles down one road. Once we got passed that mess we arrived at the Backyard Bash. It was in one of the drummer's parents house. Their mom said we did great . We played with Society in Destruction, the Cleshays, and a few other locals. Everyone had a good time, and the cops even showed up for noise complaints. That's when we left for Greg & Amanda's house (of Alleyway Sex & We Must Dismantle All This!). When we got to Greg's we hung out with him for a little while then passed the fuck out.

We had the day off so we didn't drive too much. We stayed in Lafayette, IN at a motel. There was a delicious Mexican restaurant across the street, so we all ate some more awesome tacos. Mesa Verde ain't got SHIT. We got some beers and watched True Lies until we passed out.

Woke up, ate, and drove to Newport, KY. Lots of punks on the porch when we got there, but the house was definitely not owned or rented by punks. Played in a cramped basement with Molotov Compromise from Texas, Andy the band, and Atomic Potato (both out of Kentucky). Lots of ska and a little skanking/thrashing here and there. Kit forgot his double bass pedal in Pittsburgh, thanks to Molotov for letting us use their pedal! Eventually some kid's dad came home and kicked everyone out at around 12:30am. We thought we were going to sleep on their floor but we were not welcome anymore...so we drove a few miles to a motel and passed out.

Our new demo is finally available as a split, featuring the Vaudevillains. 9 tracks of thrash, ska, metal & gypsy music for your soul with art by ElsieHooper.com artist Bob Krzykowski. The CD also features Colleen of Rust Knuckle Raptor and Chet of the Stupid Stupid Henchmen.
The split is currently available in a run of 150, and when we run out, well, they're gone until we have more printed.

If you would like a copy you can mail $5 to:
OFC
108 J Street
Turners Falls, MA 01376

**PLEASE NOTE: We will be on the road for the remainder of this month, so we will not be receiving ANY mail. IF you mail payment for a CD it WILL ship after July 5th, but we assure that if you send us money for a split you'll receive a copy. IF you're not comfortable sending us money via mail you can pay with Paypal. If your payment is sent via Paypal before June 7th you WILL have a copy mailed before we leave on the road. Contact us for a Paypal email.**

Anyone who is interested in starting an OFC street team in their area should contact us. We need help promoting shows around the northeast, if you help us out we'll send you all sorts of free OFC stuff (shirts, CDs, buttons, stickers, etc.).
Message us on myspace or go here: www.myspace.com/OFCpitcrew

New demo soon, EP this summer. Come scream at shows.

Not Ska
Come to the scene just like everyone you know
with the punk you display, that is really just for show
and you want us to stare
and you want us to care
and you want us to give a fuck,
just to make you feel better

when you're talking to me fuckin' stop being smug
you don't have to fuckin' hate me, you don't have to show me love
do what you choose but you would be a tool
if you fuckin' dissed people just to make you feel better

you're not better
if anything you're worse
cause you're a jerk

why go to the show just to have a bad time
spending most of your night fuckin' hangin' outside
rag around your neck
posse at your side
believe in your lie
just to make you feel better

but you're not better
if anything you're worse
cause you're a jerk

O
F
FUCKING
C

if you consider yourself ska
then we consider ourselves not ska
if ska is posing in the back
and talkin' mad shit to make up for what you lack

come to the scene just like everyone you know
with the punk you display that is really just for show
and you want us to stare
and you want us to care
and you want us to give a fuck
just to make you feel better.


There Goes the Neighborhood(feat. Dan Zombi)
When there's no more room in hell,
The dead will walk the fucking earth:

They'll eat your mom,
They'll eat your dad,
They'll eat everything
You've ever had,
The dead have come,
To kill us all,
The ones without
Legs will fucking crawl.
No place to run,
No place to hide,
Everyone you know,
Has fucking died.

Flesh eaters!
Gut Munchers!
Brain tasters!
Fucking Zombies!
Blood Thirsty,
Flesh hungry!
Brain-tasting!
Zombie Army!
x2

As the terror
Starts to spread,
They'll rip the flesh
Right from your head,
They'll tear apart
your bones,
Snap your sockets
here we go,
While chewing skin,
They rip out eyes,
Tonight's the night,
You fucking die.

Flesh eaters!
Gut Munchers!
Brain tasters!
Fucking Zombies!
Blood Thirsty,
Flesh hungry!
Brain-tasting!
Zombie Army!
x2

Don't eat my mom,
Don't eat my dad,
I've lost everything
Else I have,
Don't be confused,
It's understood,
Oh now we've lost
Our neighborhood.

You'll eat your mom,
You'll eat your dad,
You'll eat everything
You've ever had,
You'll be searching far,
You'll be searching wide,
For where the tasty
living hide
You'll feast of brains and
Arms and legs,
And listen to the
children beg,
You wouldn't change it
if you could,
Now that we've lost our neighborhood.

Dance
Welcome to the show, you hear the beat it's time to go,
You'll kick your feet, so sweet, just like that Anisette Bordeaux,
The loss of memory of everything that's in the world that sucks,
Like our minds controlled on everyday by spineless little fucks,
It's hard to make it through the day without feeling angry thoughts,
Like tearing down a Burger King and burning down the lot,
But when the moon begins to glow, I'm glad I get another chance,
At skanking to the music, cause I just wanna dance.

Dance!

For those of you against the wall, you're really missing out,
Cause movin' to the rhythm helps the smile on your mouth,
If someone happens to fall down, them help them back on to their feet,
Cause it's kinda hard to move, when your ass is on the seat.
This song is to the lifeless bunch who sit and stare in mindless trance,
Snap the fuck out, and give a shot at dance.

If you think that you're above it,
Take that thought, you go and shove it.

Dance!

Green Hitz
He looks at me, his eyes are red, but not from getting high
He cries and wishes he was dead then lowers his head and sighs
He tries but fails to kill the pain that's buried deep inside
He says "life sucks there's nothin' left here for me"

Then I tell him to look up
cause life doesn't always suck
the good and bad balance out
and every human has their doubts

When you've had enough of it
think that you're stuck in a pit
just do your best to remember this
life gives you shit but also green hits

I say you "haven't got a thing to lose", it was good to see him smile
from that day on when times were hard he'd say this ain't my style
then climb his way out of the pit laughing all the while
cracking jokes and drinking to his fate

then fate tells him to look up
cause life doesn't always suck
climb your way out this hole
take control it's your life and soul

when you've had enough of it
think that you're stuck in a pit
do your best to remember this
life gives you shit but also green hits

I'm not the best but I try
every day that I'm alive
to accept your ignorance as a human trait

when you've had enough of it
think that you're stuck in a pit
do your best to remember this
life gives you shit but also green hits

some times life gives you shit
but sometimes life gives you the green hit


Oh Well

There's a town where nothing happens
and the people there are average
where humility is outlived
by a spirit that is savage
townies tired of their work
and so they don't go berzerk
they spend their money at the bar to try to cover up their hurt
nobody's really happy but nobody wants to move
because they grew up in this town and they're stuck inside a groove
it's what they choose

Hello I'm Mr. Conner and it would truly be an honor
to sell you something swell designed to change your living hell
a well that isn't deep at all
but takes the short and makes them tall
it calls upon a godly force
to change the way and alter course

it makes you thin
it'll get you laid
your wildest dreams are here today
just let me put this well in your town
and you can wish your stinkin life around

all at once the town agreed
and filled the air with yells of glee
they'll finally accomplish where they couldn't succeed
and they'll never have to stop living happily

They asked him " Mr. Conner so how do you make this work"
and he looked upon his audience with an evil little smirk
He said a small donation "ya would probably do the trick
but more money that you toss in will intensify your wish"

so the people payed and Mr. Conner said
"for the magic to work you have to go to bed
GO TO BED
sleep all night and
in the morning it'll be quite the sight

TV ads, stupid fads and politics
IT'S A TRICK
business done in the shade, leave the salt lick
IT'S A TRICK
don't be a fool for a fucking scam, learn the land quick
IT'S A TRICK
Mr. Conner is in every town
in every fucking state

So the people woke and to their surprise nothing changed at all
The money was gone taken from the well as they slept
Mr. Conner was nowhere to be found in the whole damn town
And as much as they want they'll never see him again in their whole damn lives

and the people said "oh well"
and the people said "oh well"


Monster Land
(original by Kaleb Perry, adapted by OFC)

Past some berry bushes underneath a rotten willow tree
steppin over small dead horses gettin stung by bumble bees
I'm goin down that dirt black trail with a rifle in my hand
I'll be the greatest hunter when i return from Monster Land

The ground is made of broken glass and the air it smells like sulfur
some tiny creatures at my feet are eating blood and dear fur
The bones of some old travelers lay half buried in the sand
I'm headed straight for danger, ya I'm going to that Monster Land

nothing peaceful can survive here and there is no room for weak
Predator and prey will play a game of hide and seek
I don't know what I'm doing, I should get out while I can
Better said than done, this isn't fun, I'm lost in Monster Land

Survival of the fittest and the fit have razor teeth
it doesn't matter what you look like cuz you're just a piece of meat
at the bottom of the food chain is the only place for man
my eyes are red and weak cuz there's is no sleep in Monster Land

At night i hear their howls as they feast on severed heads
with organs to floss their fangs as they rest on ribcage beds
I can hear them creeping closer, this may be my final stand
I'm worried for my safety, now I'm alone in Monster Land

huge beasts now stand before me as i tremble with my gun
they grab and tear my legs apart so i've no way to run
their claws dig deep into myskull their feeding is now hastened
don't come looking for my body cuz i've died in Monster Land

past some berry bushes underneath a rotten willow tree
stepin over small dead horses gettin stung by bumblebees
if you're goin down that dirt black road, there's somthin you must understand:
be the greatest hunter or you'll die in Monster Land

The floors shook, the lights went out, and none of the windows broke! Thanks to everyone who thrashed with us at the green house last night! We had a really great time!

Special thanks to Dun Bin Had for making out here all the way from Santa Cruz....you guys were awesome! Check out Dun Bin Had at:
www.myspace.com/dunbinhad

For more Big Kids go to:
www.myspace.com/bigkidzz

And check out Moscow Mule at:
www.myspace.com/moscowmule

Until next time....


ofc

to anyone who might give a fuck:

our myspace URL has changed from

myspace.com/operationfc

to

myspace.com/ofc666

we're just OFC, we haven't been called operation fetus consumption in over 2 years so this change seemed appropriate if not necessary.