Good day to you and yours, I'm writing this to inform you of our first ever release, The Body Politic EP. Recorded ourselves, in our basement, it's got 6 songs and will be available free of charge at upcoming shows. Each copy is numbered and features its own unique cover art drawn by various members and friends of the band. No idea how many we'll end up making before we finish an actual record so get 'em while ya can. Yum.

Track listing:

1. Drag
2. Signal
3. Godot
4. Post Modern
5. Been Bein' Watched
6. Tuning In

Total running time: 21 minutes


Lyrics for all songs are below:

Drag

Suckin' your blood like it ain't no thing
I'm a spouse to many but I don't wear no ring
I keep a loaded gun and I keep it real
I've got a habit of falling asleep at the wheel

The revolution speaks in tongues, the air is warming
The power of a million suns, best to heed its warning

I told you, I don't wanna go
But there is too, something you should know
Open up your mouth, open up real wide
Tell me your secrets, and I'll crawl inside

Signal

If there is a life form
That can interpret these vibrations
Then this is the signal that I send out
From the transmittor

Say you want it all
And it shall be yours
Say you want it all
And it shall be yours    

I beg for forgiveness of my sins
I'm on bended knees
I need you to help me so pick the lock
Televise the resurrection
 
Godot

Black man white man 
cowboys and diazepam

"Meet me at the overpass,"
signed Godot

"Make sure that you come alone
, don't fuck me out of house and home
, collosal giants fall and crumble
 on this road"

Crunching snow and cigarette ash, November's come and its fixing to pass
Nervous glances at his timepiece now, Godot no show he's gonna turn back around

When I was young I was easy to please
Before these demons brought me to my knees
Want it, need it, have it, hate it
Now I'm old dust on the shelf
No excuse for what I do to myself
Hold it, use it, drop it, forget it

Buick regal, '92 tinted windows, royal blue

Creeps into the lot way behind the sticks

Shaking hard and frozen hands the shadow grows into a man

Twenty minutes late but hey i need my fix

(It ain't godot) this man before me now

(It ain't godot) i'm feeling nauseous now
(It ain't godot) he's moving quickly now

(It ain't godot) cold sweat drips off my brow

When I was young I was easy to please

Before these demons brought me to my knees

Want it, need it, have it, hate it

Now I'm old dust on the shelf

No excuse for what I do to myself

Hold it, use it, drop it, forget it

Funny how cops used to intimidate me, I don't know how I feel anymore
Coulda used officer fuckhead on my side that night
Paralysis is hard to ignore

Post Modern

The simple things don't seem so simple these days
In their own ways

Left under the stairs for years
Dust moves but doesn't disappear
These old bones back from grade school
They've finally made it to the cesspool

And we'll watch it all come down
In the interest of our age old estate

What we don't understand we must question
There are no rules no regulations
If the truth had been spoken
From the beginning you would be living

We comb the hillsides and search the starry skies
For just a trace some sort of anecdote
If the truth had been spoken
From the beginning you would be living

The simple things don't seem so simple these days
Guess that's what happens when you're stuck in the old ways
I'm moving on
Begin
Again

Been Bein' Watched

I've been being watched, for the past several nights
Every day you walk on by, don't you ever wonder why
I've been being watched

So my purpose is clear, and I don't have a single fear
Sunday night television, Monday morning's all too near

Can you help me please? I 've been a bad, bad boy
To fix my head I took a pill, the morning light rose above the hill
Can you help me please?

I wanna know what you're talking about
I wanna know what you're thinking about
Cause I've seen the moon circle the sun
And even all that yeah, it's not half as fun

Tuning In

"This is a test of the emergency broadcast system"

Had I followed through on our plans to make due
Had I not spent the day watching the headline news

In her eyes, I see the lies,
I see the lies, oh in her eyes

"This is the sound of the alarm, the confusion of the masses.."

Tell me one more time how many have died
Now show me the chart and where to draw the line

In her eyes, I see the lies
I see the lies, oh in her eyes