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NINE OF CLUBS

by Good Times Crisis Band

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spicyinvalid This album slaps! I have been following Bill Corsello on SoundCloud for over a decade, and was always overwhelmed by his artistic vision. When I saw his band released this album on vinyl, I didn't have to listen to it. I just ordered it and knew that it would be fab.

Dirt to Dirt was a standout track for me, but that isn't exactly fair to say because each song is intense and pleasing to my ears! Favorite track: Dirt to Dirt.
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    Presented in a beautifully designed gatefold VINYL, with the lyrics printed directly on the packaging for ease of reading while listening to the songs loudly with or without headphones. Vinyl artwork also designed by Zach Ferguson at Ptarmak, Inc.

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    Presented in a beautifully designed gatefold compact disc wallet WITH a full-color 2-sided lyric sheet for reading while listening to the songs loudly. Designed by Zach Ferguson at Ptarmak, Inc.

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1.
Enemy Eye 02:28
All seeing unblinking light Illuminates a hidden hand A different spirit of seventy-six Strigadae unrestrained What cannot be named, cannot be blamed by one and all It's an enemy eye, a fixed unblinking enemy eye No alms to bestow yet by design From denizens on high, answer to degree of thirty three When Roland sounds his horn Our valley trembles Device without belief, symbolic pissing on what it owns There’s an enemy eye, a fixed unblinking enemy eye Living in the planned collapse What don’t exist cannot be destroyed It's an enemy eye, a fixed unblinking eye
2.
There’s no change in what we are We make a mess and falter It aint slick to be slumming it What’s left to prove when you think you’re hip You’re too cozy in your skin I think the deal is over , the deal is over There’s no change in what we are We want that badge of honor It aint sexy anymore To hate nature in all its forms There’s no proving ground So pin one on this green lion A badge of honor
3.
Changeling and domino, what makes this thing go? Remember its never ending, juggernaut rolling down the road Beyond the pale, beneath the wheel Beneath the wheel, all privilege stands Chess pieces on command States wither for scull and bones World castes, its cover’s blown Beneath the wheel, beneath the wheel Birdsong and bells peal, the sun peaks through the clouds Did we fall into the fold? Beyond the veil all is exposed Beyond the pale, beneath the wheel There are known unknowns to blame What you think, not the norm right now Throw off the yoke, teach them back Turn and face, don’t run away Academies of future sold Now you believe all that you’re told Wise blood has drained dry, hearts pumping formaldehyde Beyond the pale, beneath the wheel
4.
Hoof 03:23
Never climbed a Jacobs Ladder Way up in chimney high I don’t levitate, I don’t fly All my kind in time they did all scatter From the furnace deep, a dark secret’s hard to keep My family walks with hooves at night We try not to wake the neighbors Given to clipping our tails at birth We keep the profile low, as silent as the snow Oh we are more than happy My family walks with hooves by day We live violent up in all the powder No, we don’t like to work while our hooves stomp on the Earth And we meet the Golden Dawn in the house of the faun Shackled hard, Thule, Vril, we will Hoof stomp on the hollow earth Presence of the wind and lightning These are the days we live in I feel my step, its so solid My family tree’s first twigs don’t start with Adam’s ribs And we meet the Golden Dawn in the house of the faun Shackled hard, Thule, Vril, we will Hoof stomp on the hollow earth
5.
Dry Well 03:47
Who's got a case of the givee givee givees ? Pigeon-toed Prometheus doesn’t make a sound His stuff coming from way down deep I don’t want to get out of bed I want to stay down I’ve given all I’ve got but it's still insufficient This yellow brick road leads to more toil I’m here to tell you honey that the well is dry Patience , understanding , charity and temperance Ain't the easiest to dispense When you’re pumping a dry well I’m here to tell you honey that the well is dry
6.
Black Cloaks 02:27
Black days and white nights And we travel when the moon is full We sharpen up our spears By the banks of the Dniester We came ready to strike, but the enemy runs away In our chase we did find the strangest men Who were the Black Cloaks? In this land of dark rock, smoke smell tickle and burn Offered up not earth and water First fruits not given up We labored under the lash While the green eyed savage runs free Fifty stades from the bridge of boats These strangers lurk like ghosts Who were those Black Cloaks? Across the steppes and mountainsides So far from Susa my bones my bones lie
7.
Radio's Bust 02:34
I don’t want the hits, I don’t want the hits I ain't the target I don’t want the hits, I don’t want the hits I used to go there, I used to tune in The party was on the airwaves, now its gone The radio’s bust Don’t fly with any gaggle don’t run with any pride I ain't the target
8.
Ballin' 02:21
I don’t get out much Im feeling out of touch Too long in woodsheds I’m lacing up my Keds Precious little one is gonna fall into some fun Pounding kettle drums, the quest for golden plums If you throw the ball, I will catch the ball It’s a simple game we’ll hit the bar if it rains Play with boys and girls, spank a secret squirrel Bottle shaped fish and a hair pick with a fist Crawling from the wreck, hell I aint that wet If you throw the ball, I will catch the ball Ive drank up the sky, theres an arrow in my eye Kiss me when I rise take the coins from my eyes If you throw the ball, I will catch the ball Take your hands and clap, I will throw it back
9.
Dirt to Dirt 03:28
We come from the dust to the ash we’ll return Dirt to Dirt Our energy’s the stuff of the stars, explosive to the tranquil In split seconds gone, In split seconds gone We crawled from the sea on the Earth as it turned Then those lightening strikes Ash and fire, back to beyond
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11.
Left Behind 03:28
Can you believe its come to this ? The final fury, the end of all stories The faithful’s trumpet sounds, rejoice! As they look to escape from the mess that they made Ready to bail, ready to bail, ready to bail Crusaders have the habit, to turn their tails and run But I wont be upset, I’ll even help them on their way No, I aint going anywhere, I don’t believe in fairy tales Where’s this peacemaker, and his army of sheep ? Commit war and hate, not turn the other cheek An ancient myth with a medieval mind But well have to make do, if their fantasy aint true Watch ! watch em disappear, but I’m staying right here And even if the pale light shines I want to be left behind, please leave me behind Harps and horns, fluttering wings The pock mocked earth is smoldering The great zombie awakes and its fire and snakes Such proud exploits the believers make But we’ll all have to make due, cause that fantasy aint true And if I see the midnight sun , I’ll know the end’s begun Oh, I will not run Death’s head and smile, wave goodbye Please leave me behind All faith’s do have one, an escapist plunge No, Im not that dumb And even if the pale light shines, I don’t want to be Where they are going to
12.
Ad Hoc 02:51
What can be said about your problems? As one ends a new begins So I’m gonna throw something at them I want your body to unclench What we do …. is ad hoc Well I propose an after party Where this committee should convene Lets all go to little Jersey’s house Weigh the anchor, we’re full steam

credits

released August 9, 2011

William Corsello - Guitar, Bass & Vocals
David Hobizal - Drums & Percussion

All songs written by Good Times Crisis Band, except track 10, "There's a World," written by Neil Young.

Tracks 1,2,4,5, 9 and 12 recorded by Chico Jones at OHM Recording Studio.

Tracks, 3,6,7,8,10,11 recorded by William Corsello at Bill's Garage.

Mastered by Jason Ward at Chicago Mastering Service.

Artwork by Zach Ferguson at Ptarmak.

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