Hi, please do not write us asking if we can play any shows. We are not an active band. We keep the site up because hey, you never know, an old friend or rare fan (we did exist, after all) may want to get in touch some way. So hey, feel free to get in touch. We have a record, you can most likely have it for free any number of ways. Otherwise, no show requests, unless you have an amazing offer. We would consider reuniting to play with any number of bands, so tempt away!

As soon as we ship off our CDs....

So, most likely due to some bizarre chain of events you are here. For whatever reasons you are, hopefully you realise a few things: 1) We did not actively place ourself in a Camel add (obviously) 2) While we love the plays and added attention, we really love actual feedback. We worked hard on these songs and due to many many circumstances are not fully active as a band right now. If you are here and interested get in touch. My email is davis.salisbury@gmail.com, but you can message us here as well. We have a ton of copies of our record and can't really tour right now, so we would be open to all kinds of goofy offers for them. We are gonna try to set up a CDbaby account so you can really get it cheap and easy if you want it, but also check out monkeyclaus (just google it), as they should have their store up and sell our shit too. Primarily I hope you understand that we are only interested in providing folks who show up here and really like our shit an opportunity to hear the whole record and are NOT interested in just cashing in on some fucking strange coincidental attention. I will try to post more throughout the next few weeks to clarify things a bit, but it is pretty simple: someone just put our band name in with a bunch of others in a major media outlet. Thus you are here. Our band has had a troubled and difficult life, but we are still friends and still believe we made a great record. You should hear it. Like I said, I'll post more soon. Bye the way, I'm only speaking for myself, not the rest of the band, but don't think I'm saying anything crazy here. Enjoy. I suggest listening as loudly as your computer will allow. Thanks -- Davis

Jerry is bouncing a chair off my forehead. He's had a long day, it's just getting longer. Both of us know he could break my ass in two. He's had a long night, it's just getting longer. And buddy, there isn't a problem you've got that I couldn't fix with my hands. Jerry wouldn't let another man do to him what he's doing to me, he's doing to me. And Jerry's not a faggot or a spiff or a queer, he's a bald-headed killer in a chain-bar t-shirt. Chorus. But. I've. Got. Broken. Hands.It's not a question of machismo. And it's not a question of it hurting because I'm too tired to be hurt. It's a question of time, time you took from me and I'm never gonna get it back, and I want it back. I want it back.

Oh the mark, he's the mark, on your mark, get set! He's wearing a hat. He's wearing new shoes. Or a leotard. Well, different strokes for different folks. We don't want his money. We just want his money and some of his time, to explain the situation. We know enough about him, he smokes those interesting Chinese cigarettes. And we just wanna explain the situation. Chorus two. Chorus one. At the corner of Guarantee and Accident, that's where I lost my mark. At the corner of Guarantee and Accident, that's where it always rains. The situation! Chorus two. Oh think of me you Barbary girls when you run out of bullets and bludgeon your husbands for sport. Think of me ye Buck and Gallants in the roaming hour, your knives are sharp and your manservants are paid. Think of me near you, I'm thinking of you. He's wearing a hat... Chorus One, over and over again.

God bless the man on the Zamboni, bless his habit too. Bless the way the ice is level, God bless his brushes too. I saw him once at three in the morning, I like the way he moves. God bless the man, his double axels, God bless his momma too.God bless the man, the fighter pilot, bless his weapons too. God bless the way he eats a hotdog, bless the Iceman too. I saw him once coming out of the sun, I like the way he moves. God bless the man, his thirteen G's, god bless his daddy too.

The lady loves us very much, she threw our kids beneath a bus. She loves us once and she loves us twice, I should have taken her advice: to have and hold until we die. In essence: love, and now it's I cleaning up on Parham Road while the flowers get freshly mowed.The Solomonic way to see, who loves them best, her or me? Muggy, Richmond, full rush hour, she glides from lane to lane with our earthly goods thrown from the car. Amazing that she got so far on hate alone. She knows I'll stop to gather up the bloody crop of progeny we both have murdered. How much further? How much further? Clavicle and fibula, metatarsus ulna. Vertbrae and atria, hammer anvil vulva. Floating rib and viscera, subarachnoid space, cone and iris fingernails, I recognize the face. I recognize the face! Canine molar uvula, liver gall and lung. The nape and neck by which I wish my children had been hung. Stop to gather everything, every dripping drop. The point of which is obvious, she won't ever stop.