Sonic Viagra

by The Bell Riots

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released 14 November 2010
Anna C.- vox, guitar
W.P. Warfield- keys, backing vox
Sparky T. - bass, backing vox
Western Homes- drums, backing vox

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Track Name: Short Back & Sides, Pt. 1
Hour by hour I turn the wheel
Sunrise to sunset
My hands and feet are blistered through
My body drenched in sweat

Little Liza and Tommy and Jane
Must have their bread each day
Mother is sick and Father drinks ale
And gambles our earnings away

Bound and shamed in this goddamned dress
I earn my family keep
Endure the matron's stares and jeers
And never get enough sleep
Track Name: Automatic Door
All I wanted was a new path to a life of convenience
My every dream crystallized by the Sunday circular
Could have gotten it cheaper online, but I guess I fancy myself old-fashioned
I was upsold swiftly into every accessory mentioned

Helped me to my car with an honest smile
Swiped my card with practiced ease
And like a sucker I waved through the automatic door

Hours later I'm awash in poly-bound popcorn
Fists full clutching converters for useless Euro outlets
Flashing 12's savage damage on my display and my psyche
Both my cell and my land line engaged with tech support all weekend

I was told even a fool could make this box work
Even a fool can find new use for old technology
Like a chainsaw, thrown, through an automatic door
Track Name: Amber Barbarella
When Amber sings it's like a blind confession
Broken notes like Christmas lights are hanging from her hands
When Amber plays the Mellotron then all the shadows listen
Everybody dances although no one understands

A holy glinting lock is endricurled in miles around her
Each ventricle springs down like hunting jazzy would astound her
We try and try to make it right
We elevate the wire and walk the multitudes all night
In the morning the egg yolk comes up and clouds clear from the sky
All the water in the world would not make us remember why

When Amber takes my hand I can't say no to nothing
She speaks in melody so words get all confused
She's got this electric smile that leads to tribulation
Skyscraper window teeth and lips a drunken rouge

My secret hands have got twelve fingers and we play together
A song that her three mothers taught her long before this weather
Behind our eyes no sane person knows that
Petals coil into the center of a lotus rose
We awaken esoteric synthesizer chords
In a little lean-to shack made of slimy rotting boards

Who has seen the eyes of Barbarella in the wasteland
Where bad drummers bang along to "Stairway to Heaven"
Me and my girl we're there every night
A couple mirages to stir up a fight
Track Name: Short Back & Sides, Pt. 2
With my hair short I chop smokestacks
INTO MATCHSTICKS!
Play guitar and tell the men how it really is
(They join in for the chorus)
How long will we live in the shadow of debt?
COMRADES UNITE!
I've got pamphlets 'til I hop a train on my way back to Utah
Bring the kingdom down with one spark

Explain to me how the long way works any better
I've only got this one lifetime
Stand on principle and fall to make a point to the future
(Like religion, but it works!)
They can jail me but in the East I see a beacon
COMRADES UNITE!
Track Name: Boulder Sunshine
The Boulder sunshine burns my feet
My armpits stink in the dry heat
The Subarus and buses pass
Their way down Broadway, I'm here on my ass

I know there is a better way to spend my time
I know I'm not put on this Earth to sit and rhyme
But pour me something cold to drink
'Cause right now is no time to think
I just want to rejoice in what is mine

The boys are chillin' in the van
Long blonde hair and cigarette-smelling hands
The one that I love best is sweet Jerome
He's twenty-five, still lives at home

I know I ought to clean my act and find a job
I know some people think they've gotta fight to love
But bring me something strong to drink
'Cause right now is no time to think
I just want to rejoice in what is mine

The bums on Pearl Street beg for change
And Ari says that they're deranged
She will not talk to them or toss them her spare coins
But I do, because it makes me feel self-satisfied

My mama came and got me shoes for my feet
And I'm still sitting here in this dry heat
Somebody buy me something strong to drink
Cause right now is neither the time nor place to think

I know that I'm an upper-middle class white girl
I know I'm soft and privileged as all hell
Outside there's lots of things I fear
So I'm not getting out of here
I just need to rejoice in what is mine
Track Name: The Orderly Procession
When I walk out it starts to rain
And I've forgot my hat again
I walk six blocks, I miss the bus
The synthesizer on my back weighs a metric ton

I round the corner to the store
There's a vacant sign and an empty floor
I ask a man across the street
He says I'm crazy and I know what, what he means

And the voices raise again
Say I'm a failure of a man
I stand up, I sit down
I roll over, I drown

But when we get out of detention
We'll rise and we'll stand at attention
And we'll all walk in an orderly procession
To agree that we were right all along

This is my moment of greatest despair
But still the melody is there

And very quietly at first a tiny voice speaks up and begins to say...

My boy you can rock with just one synthesizer
Get yourself a smoke machine and a sturdy-built drum riser
Get a distressed leather jacket and some product for your hair
You're already young & stupid so right off you're two-thirds there
There's a big, wide world and some profit to be made
Taking away the allowances teenagers' parents paid
Everyone feels guilty and they hate the lives they have
It doesn't take a genius to make money off of that
Your country's hot right now, and you've got a look that plays
The right record producer can erase your each mistake

And the voices lift again
Say I was born a rock legend
I stand up! I don't look back
I no longer feel the weight on my back

So when we get out of detention
We'll rise and stand at attention
And we'll each walk in in an orderly procession
To agree that we were right all along
To agree that we were right all along
Track Name: Pretty Mouth
I'll open these dirty wings and teach myself to fly
When I take my face from off the floor it makes me wanna cry
You keep me locked in a little box with windows all around
And if I stay here longer I won't know my up from down

You'll cry, you'll cry, you'll cry, you'll cry
When I find the strength inside to fight your pretty mouth

Wear crimson red, wear tarpit black, wear guardian angel white
I don't care about what you wear long as it comes off at night
I read your words, they sat in my head like water in my brain
Let's drink downtown, then fool around, I'm gonna break these chains

You'll cry, you'll cry, you'll cry, you'll cry
When I find the strength inside to fight your pretty mouth
You'll cry, you'll cry, you'll cry, you'll cry
When I book a flight to leave on a plane home heading south
Track Name: Short Back & Sides, Pt. 4
My whole life as a U-turn lane
Crushed like rats for experiments
Mass grave at the Kraslag
No more songs for the food lines

They said it would happen again, and it happened again

They took my voice and my freedom
Flattened my limbs and my spirit
At least I died by my own flag

They said it would happen again, and it happened again

Nothing but wasteland's beyond here
You pray to starve 'fore you freeze
No working legs left to run now
Hands are useless to crawl

They said it would happen again, and it happened again
They said it would happen again...