have i won a prize?

yes you have

can i see the prize?

no you can't

will you show me later?

yes i will

can you show me now?

no i can't

stop asking about the prize

most of our songs are based around debotchery, death, destruction of life, and getting along despite of it all.  WE were never born...we were torn out wombs...our hearts don't beat so our wounds don't bleed.  our music varies from song to song...they are very loose and resemble jams...we play slow than fast than slowly play faster...experimenting all the time...changing keys on wims...lyrics //hmmm

our mantra:

never thought what it meant to be
a coat hanger baby born dead
they stuck some metal through my head

i wouldn't be here to tell you this
all the things i have seen i should have missed
beauty has not lost meaning yet

abortion is right, abortion is wrong
abortion made me sing this song
abortion, abortion

and i am neutral i am neutral on this whole situation
it is an issue which i cannot solve
so what is the problem?

and i am dying i am dying this is killing me
or am i lying i am frying on a broken dream (the LSD)
but beauty has not lost meaning yet...

coat hanger babies...abortion

when we find a line we like we say it again...or even make a variation of the same line...all bets are off when it comes to a song...it can be anything you want

We beat the hell outta Pitchers this last friday...

The pumpkin Sea played a stellar acoustic performance to start the night...owing to their sweet, sweet "touch" baggin a couple of hotties...congrats kiddos

We played our new songs...sans the beard song and ultra violent rays...which we need to finish gesh dern it!

Riyad played a modest acoustic/ukelele set including some old favorites like water's edge, drug pusher, LL cool J, under a tree, and the coat hanger mantra...abortion. 

THen the old Hangers took the stage...drunk as hell.  We got through the first half of the set alright, but right at the end of Milo, Mickey FLoyd felt the urge to purge...the people parted like the sea as our lungz made a bee line to the bathroom...very likely breaking it in the process...no one will ever know for sure.  Of course the muther comes back!  We ate the Pooridge and Fucked the Audience and got outta there...

WE EVEN GOT PAiD!!

all and all a good night...where were you?

everybody got home.  we played in holes.  one had glass.  the others had beer.  we drank our weight in gold.  travelled with a circus.  we were the circus.  scored in austin.  i guess somebody needs to buy a tuner.  everybody got mad at everybody...some bullshit about an eye and a storm.

if you were there and you know who was...thankx for helping us barely scrape by the grit of our unbrushed teeth.  wat next? ? 

we liked things that were pretty that is what they will say

and all the things that were ugly  we tried to make go away

i am just saying i am just writing i am keeping secrets i am spreading lies

i am just talking i am just drawing i am keeping reciepts i am spreading jam

don't mean anything to me

they don't mean anything to US

i am saying amazing things but the mike is not on .i made a lovely dinner but the dogs ate it all .i drew a pretty picture but the wind blew it away .yea i stay up all night and i sleep all day

i would stay up all night but i slept all day

movement means nothing/ sound means nothing/ breathe is an action