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Dry Rub

by Salty (KCMO)

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1.
She bites her tongue and grinds her teeth She should have held on to her sweet beliefs A secret cadre laying underground Has come to purify the whole town For upright boys and upright girls And perfect angels For perfect stock and perfect breed And perfect angels Momma’s looks and daddy’s cash And perfect angels He told his joke then he starts to choke This is one bear that you don’t want to poke A secret cadre waiting underground Has come to purify the whole town [chorus] When they fall from grace Will they scrape their face (Their pretty face) Perfect angels, perfect angels We wish we could be
2.
Dry Rub 02:59
Suburban zombies on their fitness parades They clog the road with psychic barricades The condos clump inside the urban glue Another day on Troost Avenue You don’t care, you’re uncaring Dry rub on the womb (wound) Baste the children in a sea of panic And swallow them down your tomb You won your crown and now you stomp through the town Trumpeting tantrums until it’s crumbling down Who owns the ballclub, who owns the streets? A city of smokers serving up human meats [chorus]
3.
Put the villains on the march until they’re stiff as starch And you must have fun, and you must have fun Put a bullet in their head until they’re good and dead And you must have fun, and you must have fun Oh, with your altruistic gun, altruistic gun Oh, til we’re done Unnecessary/A necessary kind of evil Kneel the knees that you have purged to your demiurge And you must have fun, and you must have fun Build the spires round their heads til they’re good as dead And you must have fun, and you must have fun [chorus][bridge][fucking chorus again]
4.
Brothers, lend the people your skin Sisters, lend the people your limbs Comrades, bow down to the scene Families, give the people your spleens We march outside their golden gates They sit inside and patiently wait We must take ever single inch And pulsate forward and not flinch United meatbags! Brothers, give the people your skin Sisters, give the people your limbs Comrades, bow down to the scene Families, lend the people your spleen
5.
Grounded 02:58
You must be stronger than brick You must be stiffer than prick You must connect the riffs together Until you hear them all click You must be one kind of dude You must be ancient and crude Until you crack, everybody cracks And crave their enemy’a blood Until you say No, I’m not like tha And say Yes, I’m just like that You must smile when you’re fed You must produce when you’re bled You must never let them recognize their faults in your head You must be hormonal trough You must be powered on and off Until you’re dry, everybody runs dry And craves their enemy’s blood Until you say [chorus] Grounded and unfounded and unwound Again
6.
Motor Away 02:47
Look ‘em up
7.
Just Deserts 04:47
Kids these days, they don’t carry around their radio Worse yet, no Walkman too What bout baby boomers, what bout Baby boomers? What about gen x, what about gen x? What about gen y, what about me? What about my wasteland too? We must prepare the table and then start to serve them Just desserts, just deserts And tell them all our weary generation fables Just desserts, just deserts They way I see the world, it’s mine! Just desserts, just deserts The way I see the map, just deserts here Kids these days, they don’t listen to the radio Worse yet, they won’t even die when I die [chorus] The way I see the clock, just deserts here Peace and love and an iron glove I say
8.
You’ve got me hyperventilating, over here Over here I, i can’t breath When you are near [chorus] Gift me one more breath
9.
Being 03:36
Partial strings, partial strings weave the dream together As it’s supposed to go Partial lines, partial lines are carefully measured ‘Cause we like to show How much being we have How much being we have now How much being do we have? How much being do we have? Partial strings, partial strings hold the world together As it’s supposed to go Partial sights, partial sights are carefully treasured In their dimming glow Of [chorus] We offer up our whole being We offer up our whole being We conjure our whole being We piled up our being Being
10.
Ready-mix concrete Poured on emptied plains Ready-mix concrete Sloshes, splits and stains Ready-mix concrete Sticks and traps the heat Ready-mix concrete Weathers waves of sleet Ready-mix concrete Spire towards the sky All the subjects weep Bow their heads and cry To a prairie empire Ready-mix concrete Props a jpeg Wall Ready-mix concrete Only objects fall Ready-mix concrete Subjugate the fields Ready-mix concrete All your opponents yield Ready-mix concrete Bend and break and blight All those plugged into The awe of the power and light Of prairie empire (Fire, fire, fire) Crumble alone!

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The place you live is a death trap

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released March 22, 2019

Ethan Eckert-drums
Jesslay Laycock-bass
Jonathan Brokaw-guitar/vox
Zach Turner-synth
Special thanks to:
Zach Garland-Foster-Sax and additional accompaniment on Perfect Angels
Duane Trower-production
William Willmott-album art
All songs by Salty (Except Motor Away by Guided By Voices)
recorded September 2017-February 2018 at Weights and Measures Soundlab

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“Independent” Rock

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