released October 31, 2019

Produced by Trevor Reilly
Mastered by Joe Reilly
All songs written by Eric Baylies except "Evolution" by Adrian Greenbaum
Eric Baylies: bass, lead vocals, theremin, moog.
Adrian Greenbaum: guitar, lead vocals on "Evolution"
Animal C: drums
Cover artwork by Jacob Blanchet
lyrics:
BIG TIME & THE KID:
You are the pusher & I am the product
you're always treating me- like some kind of narcotic.
The kid came up empty- when he was shooting dice
big time stared him down- his soul was on ice
the kid's been around many dives & 9 lives
but earthquakes make islands and guns beat knives.
Big Time & the kid
cruising down the boulevard trying to land a score.
The kid knows his way around a cathouse
he's been around 1 or 2 or 3
now it's a waste not to get a taste
but why buy what you can cop for free?
INCITING A RIOT
Screaming- fire- crowded- theatre
inciting a riot.
LADY & THE BULLFIGHTER
The lady- never been in love
the bullfighter- been around the world
their eyes met- across a smoky room
their lips locked and they fell in love
he charmed her- all my lies are true
so handsome- she knew not what to do
the bullfighter knew it wasn't right
the lady- swept off her feet that night.
The lady- now she was with child
some time passed and their love grew deep
1 more match- the bullfighter would retire
a promise- he knew he could not keep
the bullfighter stepped into the ring
the lady- feared for his life that day
distracted- the bull gored the fighters chest
the bullfighter- died in the lady's arms.
CENTRIFUGAL FORCE:
Supersonic electronic
ELECTROCUTING AN ELEPHANT:
Feel the power- scream it louder
electrocuting an elephant.
GIRL NEXT DOOR:
All I need is a girl like you
when I'm sad and feeling blue
as the moon wanes into day
and my love- she's gone away.
All I need is a girl like you
when my heart is torn in two
serendipity eludes my soul
with love my only goal.
All I need is a girl like you
to hold and make love to
you can burn me at the stake
I will bend but never break.
EIGHT FOLD PATH
Cessation- of suffering
the pillars of wisdom
the eight fold path
avoid the arising.
Action- reaction
completion- coherence
the eight fold path
avoid the arising of evil.
LIZZIE BORDEN BED AND BREAKFAST
Lizzie Borden took an axe gave her mother 40 whacks
when she saw what she had done- gave her father 41.
O.J. Simpson took a knife
they say he killed his trophy wife
commemorate with silver plates
so we remember murder dates.
Will the truth be shown at last
perhaps my reach exceeds my grasp
groping for the zeitgeist
iconoclastic deification.
NEW BEDFORD HIGHWAY KILLER:
Beautiful girls want to be my friend
they don't know I love them.
I'm the New Bedford Highway Killer
I leave my victims by the side of the road
I'm the New Bedford Highway Killer
my story has never been told.
I went overseas, came back with a social disease
joined the army to see, all that I can be
I been obliged by adversity, no stranger to controversy
do women want to be raped, kicked punched and videotaped?
that's the lesson we learn, growing up watching bridges burn
I'm just another John, here to sing your swan song.
Religious psycho, aids victim, vet, you don't know my reason yet
fratboy, junkie, preppy or gay, who am I- will I ever say
Route 140 to I-95- no hooker shall survive
I don't know defeat- won't get beat on Purchase Street
I live and die like other people- I go beyond good and evil
avenging angel of death- that's come to steal your breath.
BIG DANCE
I''m out here on the killing floor
don't want to dance alone no more
I skipped my lunch to spike the punch
and now I'm heading out the door.
I saved the last dance for you
but you never made it to the school
now I'm at that awkward age
losing my mind and filled with rage.
You know why? I don't believe it, don't believe it
don't believe it's true
that I love you.
CONFRONTING THE INFINITE:
Falling through the sands of time
there's no reason and no rhyme
bleeding through the screen as it cracks
twist and turn the blade from our backs.
Rising from the ashes sifting through our bones
are we really people- or are we merely clones
picking up the pieces- spitting out the bile
we are only dead- for a little while.
A CONGREGATION IF ALLIGATORS:
An invitation- a salutation
an instigation- a congregation- of alligators.
Kill the pig- cut his throat- spill his blood.