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Wild Inertia

by Øhell

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Øh-Øh-Øh-Øh Hell-Hell-Hell-Hell-Hell-Hell-Hell-Hell (Repeated ad infinitum and ad nauseum)
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There were sirens wailing Fire engines spraying And a crowd had gathered Though it was 3 in the morning CHORUS The corner hot dog stand burned down The corner hot dog stand burned down The corner hot dog stand burned down The corner hot dog stand bur-ur-ur-ur-ur-ur-ur-ur-ur-ur-ur-ur-ur-ur-ur-ur-ur-ur-ur-ur-ur-ur-urned The owners were these Mexicans Who wouldn't pay for protection From the local gang-bangers Or from the local police The thing went up like nothing It was a wooden bungalow And the people stood and stared Some prayed and shook their heads CHORUS Now there's a new hot dog stand Run by these North Shore types As part of their chain It's kept sparkling clean And no one misses the old stand The family moved back to Mexico But the blinding neon signs Make me long for the days before CHORUS Burn out the old Bring in the new Burn out the old Bring in the new Burn out the old Bring in the new Burn out the old Bring in the new Bring in the new!
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Lots of sirens and yelling, set to a quasi-funky beat.
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RIOT IN THE '90S!!! CHORUS: Riot in the '90s, yeah Riot in the '90s, yeah Riot in the '90s, yeah Riot in the '90s, yeah Land of the free, home of the mob Pay off the President to pull a job Crack's worth more in short supply But cities will burn when the price gets too high! CHORUS This country keeps its subjects in line With drugs and sex and a lottery sign But soon a bomb will blast out clear Those who have nothing have nothing to fear! In the '90s yeah Riot in the '90s, yeah Riot in the '90s, yeah Riot in the '90s, yeah Riot in the '90s, yeah Riot in the '90s, yeah Riot in the '90s, yeah Riot in the '90s, yeah!
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Inscrutable conversation at a social gathering.
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It's all the power she needs Right there in her hands She might use it to make you bleed Or make you her 247th man CHORUS: With her power tool Her power tool Her power tool She hammers out perfect patter For fast boys in fast cars She thinks she's building a ladder Right up to the gold and silver studded stars CHORUS It's her #1 obsession It's like a vice on her mind All that power's possession She giggles, says that love is blind CHORUS Power tool, power tool, power to-oo-oo-oo-ool Power tool, power tool, power to-oo-oo-oo-ool Power tool, power tool, power to-oo-oo-oo-ool To-oo-oo-ool To-oo-oo-ool To-oo-oo-ool To-oo-oo-ool Her power tool, her power tool, her power tool, her power tool To-oo-oo-ool To-oo-oo-ool To-oo-oo-ool To-oo-oo-oo-ool! (Excerpt from the GTOs Permanent Damage LP)
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Just so sick of this hip flip shit, uh huh, uh huh This new age scene has really hit the pits, uh huh, uh huh Too cool fools say they're breaking the rules, uh huh, uh huh But they stick in cliques, never take no risks, uh huh, uh huh Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh CHORUS: Holy spit, it's hit, it's here It's all the rage on Rush Street Holy spit, it's hip, it's here In all the mini malls Holy spit, it's hit, it's here Marketing perfection Holy spit, it's hip, it's here Oh so cool in pastel Holy spit, holy spit, holy spit Holy holy holy holy holy holy holy holy holy holy holy holy holy spit! They pretty up lies and call it life, uh huh, uh huh They sell ways away from any white strife, uh huh, uh huh It's one for the money and two for the show, uh huh, uh huh But they're all dressed up with nowhere to go, uh huh, uh huh Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh CHORUS They pretty up lies (x8) Holy spit (x10) Holy....
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A psychedelic psychological romp.
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Don't Ask 03:14
She had that perfect tan The kind that makes you wanna suck it I had the perfect attitude The kind that says f-f-f-f-forget it CHORUS: Please don't ask me to explain Please don't ask me to explain Please don't ask me to explain Please don't ask me to explain Sometimes I'm walking down the street And I just want to tear off Everybody's faces Tear off their faces, tear off their faces Tear off their faces, tear off their faces Tear off their faces, tear off their faces I went home and ripped some skin To see if I was like the rest But then I got undressed I really felt like I was someone else CHORUS Sometimes I cannot see a reason To even try to relate With anybody else See no reason, see no reason See no reason, see no reason See no reason, see no reason Don't ask, don't ask, don't ask, don't ask Don't ask, don't ask, don't ask, don't ask CHORUS
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Boraxo TV ad set to a Fripp/Eno style soundtrack.
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CHORUS: Soap, soap, soap (It's no joke) Soap, soap Dirty dishes fill the kitchen A coat of scum on the floor I could really use a shower And a couple clean clothes I keep telling myself That the only limit to perfection is time So death is the ultimate reason That I'll never come perfectly clean CHORUS I'll never be in movies It's hard to keep a job When appearance is key I'm just another slob I keep telling myself That it's a matter of priorities If I didn't have more important things to do I'd be sparkling clean all the time Soap, soap, soap, soap, soap, soap, soap, soap Soap, soap, soap, soap, soap, soap, soap, soap (It's no joke) Soap, soap, soap, soap, soap, soap, soap, soap Soap, soap, soap, soap, soap, soap, soap, soap (It's no joke) Soap, soap, soap, soap, soap, soap, soap, soap Soap, soap, soap, soap, soap, soap, soap, soap (It's no joke) Soap, soap, soap, soap, soap, soap, soap, soap, soap YOU'RE TEARING ME APART!!
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In the timbers of Fennario The wolves are running round The winter was so hard and cold Froze ten feet 'neath the ground CHORUS: Don't murder me I beg of you, don't murder me Please, don't murder me I sat down to my supper 'twas a bottle of red whisky I said my prayers and went to bed That's the last they saw of me CHORUS When I awoke, the Dire Wolf Six hundred pounds of sin Was grinning at my window All I said was come on in CHORUS The Wolf came in, I got my cards We sat down for a game I cut my deck to the Queen of Spades But the cards were all the same CHORUS PAINED SCREAM In the backwash of Fennario The black and bloody mire The dire wolf collects his due While the boys sing round the fire CHORUS x2
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It's just a matter of faith You can leave the driving to us Our qualified experts will guide And they say that we need more guns Oh-oh-oh-oh You know the world's a dangerous place The 3rd world in our back yard You must spread the multinational message Give them democracy or give them death Oh-oh-oh-oh CHORUS: Under control It's under control Under control It's under control Under control It's under control Under control So don't ask any questions Fall in line, fall in line Fall in line, fall in line Fall in line, fall in line Fall in line, FALL IN LINE! It's time to fall in line You must protect our interests Corporations need more profits And you'll fight for their right to grow Oh-oh-oh-oh You know war is good business It opens up new markets And we get to use our guns Put our investment to work Oh-oh-oh-oh CHORUS We've got to protect our interests By killing people in 3rd world countries Those peasants are getting uppity Just like in Viet Nam
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It's gotta stop! Black on black crime has gotta stop...it's ridiculous!
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Maestro -- Can we have a house-rockin' beat now? GO! (Trevor Noah on reparations) There is no way to say what I wanna say But I'm gonna make a stab at it anyway Well the money machine has got its gleam But not if you're black and you're 17 And living in the city where there ain't no jobs And the police and the President are ugly slobs Who want more prisons and want more guns Which they get buy cutting back on college funds By keeping you poor they keep you their slave Who's gotta play their game from cradle to GRAVE! CHORUS: Cradle to grave (x3) Cradle to... (Malcolm X on police brutality) They put up billboards for expensive liquor That say if you wanna have sex you've gotta pick her Up a fifth of some brand that impresses her The ads are everywhere putting on the pressure And you see on TV all the Porches and Audis Which you can't get even if you say PLEASE! By making you want they're keeping you a slave Who's gotta play their game from cradle to GRAVE! CHORUS (MLK Jr. on discrimination and poverty) Your heroes got gold chains around their necks Which they got by rappin' about money and sex So you start selling crack to take up the slack For the hole in your pocket where there should be cash Then your money goes to buy expensive cars and booze And with 14 karat chains you're ready to cruise But those chains are the chains of a new kind of slave Who's gotta play their game from cradle to grave CHORUS x3 And if you're so smart why doncha come up with an answer to that one -- HUH!!
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ACAPELLA INTRO: You can't hide whatever's inside that hurts you When you're pointing your finger at someone else You can find whatever's inside that hurts you When you're running away from someone else CHORUS: You can't hide whatever's inside that hurts you When you're pointing your finger at someone else You can find whatever's inside that hurts you When you're running away from someone else, someone else, someone else You really f**ked with my head Sometimes I wish you were dead but you're not So I've got to kill the part of you That's stabbing at the wound inside of me Because you make me hate myself Make me want to tear out my insides Make me want to scream Until there's nothing left, nothing left Inside, inside CHORUS I've got to learn how not to hate So I can feel again without my feelings turning into rage I've got to learn to regain faith In myself and in the people who truly give a f**k Soon enough I'll be way over you You'll be hurting someone but it won't be me And never again will I lose touch with The way I feel and the way I am Inside, inside CHORUS Someone else, someone else

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Album originally recorded in 1990 but not finished until 2020. Long and somewhat boring story, so hopefully the songs will speak for themselves...

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released September 20, 2020

Russ Forster: All instruments and most vocals
Jenny Rex: Some sweet singing
Jeff Murphy: Expert engineering
Willy Seekamp: Mixes and plenty of help

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Øhell San Francisco, California

Recorded 30 years ago at The Shoes' Short Order Recorder studio in Zion, IL, these tracks remained mainly abandoned until re-mixed at Beast Of Baden studio in early 2020 and my own Blue Vic studio in mid-2020. Thanks for listening!

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