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Skydiving in the Bermuda Triangle!

by The Reptiles

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Sully Holmes
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Sully Holmes I randomly discovered these guys via discogs and was blown away by how sick they were! Super cool grunge/noise punk with some psychedelic folk tracks a la Meat Puppets. All around a great collection of songs from a band no one’s ever heard of before! (not to mention the awesome cover art) Favorite track: The Dog's Got Telekinesis.
Jason Sullivan
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Jason Sullivan Raw and dirty Punk Rock! Favorite track: Yet (Not Even).
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1.
Cold as Hell 03:07
It's cerebrial vandalizm Hanging from the edge It's caterwauling vacancy You're the impending gleam now You're the most amazing example Of tricks of light on the toy store shelf You're the endless river of magic subconscious Fantasies following compulsion of self The tarnished glass doll levitates Precariously inside the window box And her spun gold hair shatters in the logical air And falls like dust whenever she talks Somewhere out there, a motorcycle tearing up The desert in malpracticed highway lines There's a fist lodged in the sky tonight And these legs have been wrapped up a million times And she falls like dust in through my window She's got a space where she can still breathe in stereo A notch cut in a tree, a downed fighter pilot Is watching the tide take his reflections away I've heard you speak of the unseen guns But a lady never tells We watch with vacant eyes as the fire runs But in here it's cold as Hell... It's in the elevator shaft Like a cyst breeding carbon It's in the bottom dresser drawer next to The pictures of with whom this all began And making love to her was like Sitting down to breakfast inside a laundromat And we would swim at night With silhouettes watching us act like cats Hanging off the wall an inch above the water Rolling downhill in the sand with Ginsberg's daughter The elevator shaft lined with magic marker It never was, never will, never could, never should Come to grey-blue, it's pulling through, it's mine too But you are not the one I've lied to I could spread like fire in the hills And watch your trust seep under the door And you'll decide not to decide I'll probably never even meet you and thus, no mirrors collide You'll find me throwing rocks at the sunlight I'll jab holes in the lid of the jar So you can get some fresh air in there The fighter pilot's mastering a suntan Leonard Nimoy's really just the Sandman All your books are just a gesture of futility All my words are spitting out like busted teeth I've heard you speak of the unseen guns But a lady never tells We watch with vacant eyes as the fire runs But in here it's cold as Hell... You're a beautiful lie The vanities of a thousand strangers Swirling in the air tonight And the heat crystallized the saliva Soft and warm inside her mouth And the paratroopers waiting on the seashore Changing money and lists of pagan spells We wait in the phone with fire sticks The carnivore shows us his magic tricks She walks over the lake with blackened feet Taking us under, one by one by... I've heard you speak of the unseen guns But a lady never tells We watch with vacant eyes as the fire runs But in here it's cold as Hell...
2.
Cannibals 03:47
"Let's eat..." Pagan gods throw lightning rods and anarchists plant their bombs But it's not fun anymore no, it's just not fun anymore And I'm approached by a girl with roses in her hand and the words "God Is Dead" Tattooed in deep black letters like a UPC symbol across her forehead Vultures with radar landing against my windowpane I brush the sleep from the eyes of faces protruding from my brain In my living room a garden grows where I can harvest my bombshells And watch a girl being strangled with a telephone cord from the window of a cheap motel We could all go out in a ball of flames Die a safe death before dawn, disappear in the mortal trough Or the sun will just melt us down the window pane But every time I think about it, my head falls off Do you remember the Summer of '64 when we used to twist and shout? No, I wasn't born yet, but you can tell me about it (on your way out) Every morning, my Zen breakfast cereal effectively drowns out the sound of distant guns I suppose this means the United States government is secretly run by aliens Every night I share my TV dinners With Elvis Presley's corpse I show up with buckets of cranial fluid I drain off the kind of guys who wear Bermuda shorts The ghost in the mirror knocks "RAT-AT-AT-AT-AT-AT-AT-AT!" When you're gone, he plays Othello with your wife And together, they're reciting Brautigan But you must lead a very boring life We could all go out in a ball of flames Our bitter solitude would make us cooler than Jean-Paul Sartre But I'm stalling like a zombie in acid rain And every time I think about it, my head splits apart Lashing out in rebellious arrogance While crossing our fingers that this all sells But this is the end we always come back to We're still just making fun of ourselves The words just spin in isolated nevermind It's fashionable extinction with no unwanted hooks We hope it's the start of a brand new life And when the bandages come off, we can see how it looks At the end of the rainbow, there can be no other Than you, my apotemnophiliac lover It burns, cuts, spews like, "AYY-AYY-AYY-AYY!" And sounds like, "RAK-ATAK-ATAK-ATAK-ATAK-A!" They clustered around Jesus Christ They clustered around Darby Crash There'll be a new Messiah along any minute now But in the meantime, be prepared to pay in cash We could all go out in a ball of flames And contemplate Heaven as the last planet unloads In the blistering fireworks, we'll go all the way But every time I think about it, my head explodes Big black blood clots fester in the kitchen sink But don't you know that's just the tip of the iceberg? We can all have a safe, warm, secure, loving family life Just like we all gave Elizabeth Steinberg This could all be a big, cruel experiment I worry with each layer of my skin that sheds Is this what they mean by a modern attitude? Are they the ones who keep fucking with our heads? Giant human embryos come crawling up my staircase Like little, bloated cannibals coming to nail me down You'll hear them grind their teeth as they ride in on their camels You can tell me all about it if you're still around My little Atheist girls keep their values well-aligned They always approach mortal wreckage with a loaded camera You can get my name and number while I bash my head into the wall For imbeciles like this, that's great propaganda We could all go out in a ball of flames Die a safe death before dawn, disappear in the mortal trough Or the sun will just melt us down the window pane But every time I think about it, my head falls off Clinging to the perimeters of this blazing culture Slinging mud at Heaven's gate But if the Human Race was nearly as wise as it believed itself to be There'd be a higher suicide rate
3.
Let's reinvent the impossibility of everything Let's turn our backs on all the lives we've been trying to lead in outer space Wave after wave of dead souls crashing against the same shore They tear and fray in the bitterness of realities we've seen before Don't talk to me about real life, I'm just waiting here to tear this all down I've seen too many lives getting tangled up in their own futile attempts Don't talk to me about the future It's too fragile, the threat is too near Let's drink in the popular neurosis and admit that There's nothing left to believe in down here And you deny me any right to fulfill the tensions I've seen And you defy all the higher planes, is anything as real as it seems? When time dissipates, our anger and lust will wash out to sea And time will create and it will catch fire in the wake of what is to be Suicide becoming so practical on a dying planet living on lightning rods As we turn against our frozen alternatives we see the failings of the flesh And turn our back on our gods Chemical reactions exploding in my brain As you close your eyes and insist your gods have disappeared The neurotic contagion is spinning through the crowds And there's nothing left to believe in down here Let's reinvent the impossibility of everything Let's turn our backs on all the lives we've been trying to lead in outer space When time dissipates, our anger and lust will wash out to sea And time will create, though it may never catch fire in the wake of what is to be Suicide, the obvious question on a dying planet living on lightning rods We turn against ourselves, having seen the failed flesh And turned our back on our gods Don't talk to me about the future It's too fragile, the threat is too near This is the popular neurosis, admit that There's nothing left to believe in down here
4.
The Love Machine slips through the air The Love Machine pummels down the alley Churning meat and churning meat The Love Machine tears open the womb I spotted you there, you turned to me and smiled The Love Machine went screaming by I saw you standing where you've always been Under the bright blue painless sky You tore your chest open for me You split the heavens in two I broke through and saw you up in your balcony window You waved as the parade floated by I saw your smile float across the heavens And the Love Machine broke open the meat It burst and dribbled out onto the surface of the cold panes of glass And the Love Machine made the meat break onto the frozen glass Tiny frozen beads of blood rolling away The meat will ooze; the flesh secretes And the Love Machine broke up into the sky The meat oozes all over, it's swelling in the flesh And the Love Machine tumbles down the street You smile at the sunshine, it's a beautiful day Breathe in the morning and the Love Machine Tears the flesh from your bones It's a beautiful day You bitch, I spoke to you again today And the Love Machine tore down the clouds You tore open your womb for me You split your face and cried bloody tears down the front of your vest You bled real tears down your milky brown breasts And the Love Machine burst through the flesh and tore open the muscle And ground the meat against the walls of ivory And the Love Machine presses the sweet flesh And releases tiny droplets of blood onto the frozen windows Raw nerves in the Love Machine Broken flesh in the hulls of the Love Machine You burst and bleed from your eyes and your bosom You die for me in the Love Machine You tear yourself apart for me in the Love Machine You tear your soul off and your arms and legs too And you tear yourself apart for me in the Love Machine And you tear yourself apart for me in the Love Machine And you tear yourself apart for me in the Love Machine And you tear yourself apart for me in the Love Machine And you tear yourself apart for me in the Love Machine And you tear yourself apart for me in the Love Machine And you...
5.
Well... Organic creatures rising out of the moss on the bathroom wall Organic creatures crawling out of the slime of the freezing moat Well, the dog's got telekinesis You can tell by the way he watches the whole room float Ah... Nazis kicking down the door as you scream and claw out your eyes Nazis in my house erupt hysterical tensions as they reach up and claw at your thighs And the dog's got telekinesis You can see it in the glow around him when he flies Roping the giant praying mantis out on the glowing moons of Texas Heal the giant praying mantis and teach him to sing at dawn Give them psychic tortures and give them sight when the shell flexes Rope them down, paint their eyes and leave them grazing on my lawn (I can just hear them tiny hairs a-poppin' and a-snappin') Nazis punching out the ceiling, punching holes in my wall Sing to me about the homeland, yell at me in my shower stall Well, Nazis breaking at the plaster, tell me about recording my phone calls Wait outside the door with Herbalife products And a praying mantis about eight feet tall Kick down, kick down, you tripped a landmine And giant mushrooms will swell up and explode wherever you fall (And then there were three) Ripped out, ripped out, you got to give me a better reason To unleash these praying mantis things Rip it out, rip it out, give me my boots back Before I see the waves of leaping armadillo wings And the dog's got telekinesis You got to notice by the way the frozen electrode ghost sings
6.
"Oh...well actually, they all look like elves..." You couldn't give me a stranger reason to exist in this here and now No greater metaphor for pillars of dust Stretching into the waxy sky and crumbling in a humid shift Rationalizing on rapid catalysts or jump-start the likely extreme Spinning out of a floor of breathing grey and white Falling out in stunned hyperbole rifts! There's always a clock over my head Alluding to the thought and not the means Lay a silver cross over the open wounds of her wrist The futile end to this suicide machine! I use Guerrilla warfare tactics to traverse the plane Of unreal wants and things I do and do not accept Carrying ice statues of human skulls, I gather them up Throw them in the air and they shatter free Give me giant rocks for my great iniquities And make me talk about things I don't even know Hanging from giant meat hooks over frozen rivers of gas I refuse logic to wiry pillars of meat! There's always a clock over my head Speaking out of reason, so safe and clean Lay an iron cross over the open wounds in her chest The healing edge of this suicide machine! Words relaying...words relaying Thought delays - talk delaying In your eyes and in my hands No...the constant breaks Reason taken. reason taken, taken out of context! There's always a clock over my head Illusion to the reason and the means Lay a silver cross upon the open wounds in her chest The futile edge of this suicide machine!
7.
It's meaningless to me It's meaningless to me The holy crawdad lost in my cellar A two-headed zombie in my shower stall The ghost of Brian Jones shouting from within my mirror And I stared back until I saw nothing at all It's meaningless to me But then Walt Disney was hanging from a tree Vomiting up brilliant, fluorescent multi-colored patterns That washed along the curve of the sky And the zombie took to flight in a sudden wisp of sunlight And I must have said, "Uh, do you know that guy?" It's meaningless to me It's my carcinogen boogie And I sit for hours watching the clouds despair And the two-headed dude standing in my shower Is grinning like a steel tower Because he knows something he could never share As if you would ever really care It's meaningless to me It's meaningless to me It's the holy crawdad trapped in my shower And the ghost of Brian Jones taking off his clothes It's meaningless to me...it's my carcinogen boogie It's meaningless to me...it's my carcinogen boogie It's meaningless to me...it's my carcinogen boogie It's meaningless to me...it's my carcinogen boogie It's meaningless to me...it's my carcinogen boogie It's meaningless to me...
8.
Hand against the wall, through the surface white Flashing out of sync, blind colorless light Burned right through your eyes, shatter head of green Refracting a scream, breaking in the dawn Something's come to a head Vibrate, pull like a thread Second nature flash, empty echoes ill Vast horizons sting, bleakness hang at will Yet not even Yet not even Yet not even Yet not even Yet not even Yet not even Yet not even Yet not even Yet not even Yet not even Yet not even Yet not even Broken shards of glass thrown into the wall Tearing off your skin, inadvertent fall Fighting sleep again Conscious icons bend Shaking in a bed, wet with cold shivers Shouting at the dark answer in your sight Faceless walls of bare Breathe, blink and just stare Falling down the stairs, blue drones everywhere Lifted out of books, flying through the air Yet not even Yet not even Yet not even Yet not even Yet not even Yet not even Yet not even Yet not even Yet not even Yet not even Yet not even Floating hell in steam gauze against the stain Holes of blackened earth space your eyes retained Fade signs far and near Shed light on what you hear (solo) Hand against the wall, through the surface white Flashing out of sync, blind colorless light Something's come to a head Vibrate, pull like a thread Second nature flash, empty echoes ill Vast horizons sting, bleakness hang at will Yet not even Yet not even Yet not even Yet not even Yet not even Yet not even Yet not even Yet not even Yet not even Yet not even Yet not even Yet not even Broken shards of glass thrown into the wall Tearing off your skin, inadvertent fall Faceless walls of bare Breathe, blink and just stare Falling down the stairs, blue drones everywhere Lifted out of books, flying through the air Fighting sleep again Conscious icons bend Yet not even Yet not even Yet not even Yet not even Yet not even Yet not even Yet not even Yet not even Yet not even Yet not even Yet not even Yet not even Floating hell in steam gauze against the stain Holes of blackened earth space your eyes retained Fade signs far and near Shed light on what you hear
9.
Zero Zero 01:58
Zero Zero (pull thrust 9...10...) Zero Zero (pull thrust 9...10...) Oblivion direct terminal The future's blackout memory Invisible strings pull away Trapdoor slashcatch still stain freeze Zero Zero (backlash nevermind) Zero Zero (sudden stiff number trip) Zero Zero (cut 9 selling hate) Zero Zero (the size of sealed fate) Electric cut windout steel lines Slate climbing stifle mental catch Collapsing forward staring knives Scream out take no number style Zero Zero (Heaven falls in flight) Zero Zero (Heaven falls in flight) Zero Zero (Heaven falls in flight) Zero Zero (9...10...9...10...9...10...9...10...) You are a victim of yourself You are a victim of a cruel joke You are a victim of yourself Ah, but isn't this what you really want? Zero Zero (pull thrust 9...10...) Zero Zero (pull thrust 9...10...) Oblivion direct terminal The future's blackout memory Invisible strings pull away Trapdoor slashcatch still stain freeze Zero Zero (backlash nevermind) Zero Zero (sudden stiff number trip) Zero Zero (cut 9 selling hate) Zero Zero (the size of sealed fate) Electric cut windout steel lines Slate climbing stifle mental catch Collapsing forward staring knives Scream out take no number style Zero Zero (Heaven falls in flight) Zero Zero (Heaven falls in flight) Zero Zero (Heaven falls in flight) Zero Zero (9...10...9...10...9...10...9...10...)
10.
So senselessly obscure Flashing out of faze Overturned stones above Hover inside your hands Things keep happening so very fast Control or capture to break down Reaction descending out of your grasp Rise to connect solid ground Sometimes, the flying things - things with wings swoop low Sometimes, they carry you off and destroy everything A red line, a red sea A red thing you’ll never be A red cage of stumbling green Conniptions in the glass Children talk of sound Life is an attaché case of senseless talk Sudden breakage of all the reason to pick up and talk to yourself Crossing channels of indecision, a fake of the pets you have lost Spin circles in your face to attach safeguards Things seem to make more sense After the fury passes To cross lines of living To cut through reality A red cage of stumbling green It’s just a flashing light In front of your face These sights of glowing roofs Try to understand Things keep happening so very fast It can be so hard to control Change of contemplation in and at last Too late to make anything stand Sometimes, the flying things - things with wings swoop low Sometimes, they carry you off and destroy everything A red line, a red sea A red thing you’ll never be A red cage of stumbling green
11.
I’m glad you weren’t left behind I’m glad you’re not living Far up the road I can see Something’s to be missing Come up, come up, come up for air Well come up, come up, come up for air I can’t begin to explain the patterns I’m seeing I might not leave my name, too much to be reeling Swing from the rafters, waste my time in this maze When you see what I’m after, you won’t want to stay Stuck in a doorway, angel head of the pin I have so much to say, don’t know where to begin Come up, come up, come up for air Yes come up, come up, come up for air Slasher movies and ginseng rush Drink it hot and soak up the hush Helpless abandon read out mindless waste Curious manholes on the old bitch’s face Blinding footsteps scream at the moon I’d slice out my own soul if I were anything like you Come up, come up, come up for air Come up, come up, come up for air Come up, come up, come up for air Come up, come up, come up for air
12.
Bleed 05:05
I woke up in a hurricane With pieces of an angel I had torn off the night before Cutting open my hands In darkness we fought unseen wars By speaking innocent belief We surmounted compulsion in logic Breathing winds into the past This vision comes down And becomes my mortality This vision against a desert sky Is the truth, I answer, amazed I cut open a vein of anguish I betrayed anger with closed eyes I reached in the black heat of oblivion before me And tore out an unscathed soul In one firestorm to another, I break through To watch you holding your breath A fist in plaster, I descended to the table To search out what was left I see no pain and I hear no evil I could scatter it to the wind I could keep giving my soul away forever And remain numb until I’m let back in I’m not trying to be Jesus Don’t you see the sun blazing in the sky? I still can’t answer to all that’s real What I give will not lay down and die I return to my great leap of faith That made you my mortality Why do humans tear pieces out of each other? What makes me love you more when I bleed? I can’t pull the ropes with my hands torn open I don’t even know where they lead We’ve got the horses trained to drag the corpses away And turn our back when the animals feed I spin the cartridge in my revolver What the hell has happened to the sky? And you, the unanswered question to new fates Has honesty become so trite? I spun out in a hurricane Against the ground, burning with want I awoke on the bare, dry earth And the sky was fading hollow away It’s all glass now, effortless and empty It dries up, year after year I’m shadow boxing, I’m catching lightning Now that you’re the thunder in my mind

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released November 10, 2017

All songs performed by The Reptiles
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