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Flvx Capacitor / C3L Split

by Captain Three Leg / Flvx Capacitor

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AGE OF SQUIRREL Age of Squirrel!! Tough guys are delicate flowers On the inside and they know it Acting tough on the stage Lame breakdowns full of half-witted rage Walking back and forth, ticking like a bomb Wearing sideways hats, laying down the law Its not fast its not fun But when all the punching girls and two stepping is done They feel a sense of pride for their crew Its cool to hurt others when there's nothing to do Acting tough on the stage Lame breakdowns full of half witted rage
VIOLENCE AS ART Ravage your enemies Tear limb from limb Make pain your game Minds melt together From a young age Right from the start We're taught to respect Violence as art Money we kill for Comes from the wood You murdered our "saviour" with Ever notice that? Massive genocide A common occurrence Observe everyday A violent insurgence Starvation - blood loss Death upon - your cross People die everyday Human pain Bible declares it okay Create sin By land or sea, armor falls away Expose weakness to our fucking blade What do we gain from this? Not a thing Humanity destroys itself That's our way
BURRITO GRINDER Spicy meat is so neat But not without Rice, beans, cheese Lettuce, sour cream Tortilla dream Stuffed with rice Tastes so nice Vegetarian options Available upon request Mexican is what Flux eats Fueled by beans, FARTS AND BLASTBEATS! We travel far and wide Through space and through time To find a burrito to fuel our grind El Pariso! Puerta Vallarta! Taqueira el Aguila! SUPPORT YOUR LOCAL MEXICAN EATERY!
TACO TUESDAY Tuesday night at Taco John's Two-for one unspoken deal Super hot green chili sauce Hours spent on the porcelain throne Pimply teens serving refried beans As white as snow in a cotton field Wrists bare scars from bubbling grease Tacos soggy from crying teens Taco Tuesday at Taco John's Fill your guts up for a song Bowels explode before too long Water splashing on your dong
ODE TO ODIN Hey there, young man Whatever happened to your band? In '87 this was your wife Is one of those groupies now your wife? So, where are you now, young man? Driving a bread delivery van? Struggling for metal success But many more were doing this Ode to Odin Falling just short of living the dream Ode to Odin That hair metal phase just ran out of steam There's a certain something you lacked But that Gazzarri dude had your back The hairspray and leather wasn't enough But the LA scene has always been tough Cutting out the cheeks of your pants You weren't passed over just by chance Let's face it, you weren't no WASP Hide that "Metal Years" video from your boss You gave it all that you had You cut a record that was pretty bad But, boy, could that Duncan play Now he's swinging the axe in Armored Saint
YES, BUT IS IT ART? I could shave off all my hair Douse myself in gasoline And then set myself aflame A naked lady with some eggs Sticks a dozen up her ass And shits them out onto a plate Slicing up my wrists Spilling blood from open vein Speckled red against the floor Climbing naked up a tree Rub my skin with loads of honey Making friends with grizzly bears College fund depleted, money wasted on this shit Grants obtained to stretch out longer than should be allowed Relatives all hang their heads, a shame they can't ignore Another term completed, mom and dad completely broke Yes, but is it art? - Making paintings with my dick Yes, but is it art? - Scribble "slut" across my head Yes, but is it art? - Stomping on some broken glass Yes, but is it art? - Eating food out of the trash
IOWA, NOT OHIO There's no "S" in Captain Three Leg There's only one, that's all there's ever been We're from Iowa, not Ohio So get it fucking straight, asshole
THE WORLD'S WORST NEIGHBOR Kirk Devane You're a pain It's a shame they gave you the boot You lived next door to the Stratford Inn Selling burgers at the Minuteman A giftshop full of worthless shit Push it on people as they walk out the door An honest word has never passed your lips Everything about you is a lie Everybody hated your guts But from where I sit, I liked you just fine They gave you two good seasons, but the feedback was too bad The laughs on screen at Dick's expense proved not to be enough Your cafe sold to Larry and his brothers Darryl & Darryl Shuffled off into obscurity, a footnote for the books Kirk Devane It's a shame You couldn't stay up until the end
CROSSED LINES Saving face, never backing down Tempers flare from words exchanged Speak your mind and nothing more Reading shit that isn't there Build a wall around yourself No one else is allowed inside That distance is growing every day Just shrug it off like you don't give a fuck You're crossing a line and there's no turning back Lines are getting crossed and words misunderstood Feelings get hurt and egos are bruised
NO ROOM FOR DESSERT I could go for some cake But a cupcake's just too much More than just one bite And my tummy fills right up If only someone could place A donut hole on a stick Drizzle it with some icing And charge way more than it's worth More than a mouthful is more than I can take My lack of commitment carries over to my plate
GIVING UP ON PUNK King of the crusties When you dropped out of school But you turned your back on punk When it stopped being cool You've done a 180 And abandoned your views Now it's black metal and porno That you mostly stick to
HOW MANY INCHES DID YOU GET LAST NIGHT? 600 bucks on a pile of junk I used it once and then it went to shit Tire went flat from lack of use Propped up on bricks, in the garage it sits Took three grown men just to get it fixed We're back in business, or so I hoped A gas-powered shovel is what we have It doesn't blow snow, it just plain blows Blood pressure is rising every time I look at it I break my back shoveling while in the garage it sits Money wasted with my time, I've had it with this shit Money lifted from my wallet every time it snows At 25 bucks a pop, I'm quickly going broke If only I had gotten it fixed, what a fucking joke
THE PRIDE OF PINE NUT Closing up the bait shop And hitting the road Gonna prove that Hubert's The best in the show The Mayflower Beckons Just me and my mutt We're passing the time And we're naming all nuts Peanut Hazelnut Cashew nut Macadamia nut Pine nut Pistachio nut Red pistachio nut All-natural white pistachio nut The best bloodhound in the crowd The pride of Pine Nut Let's make them all proud And if Hubert comes in dead last It's me and Lil' Buddy With my hand up his back
DIVERSIFICATION Branching out Brewing our beer Merchandise You'll take it up the rear Buy our useless shit


GK#489 c&p 2014 karaoke/flvx capacitor/c3l


released February 18, 2014

"Flux Capacitor / C3L Split"

Trax 1-3 recorded October 26th, 2013, engineered and produced by Anthony Tagliaferri at Biological Speculation.

Flvx Capacitor is:
Chris Lawrence - Guitar / Vocals
Ryan McLaughlin - Drums / Vocals
Levi Thomas - Bass / Vocals

Trax 4-14 recorded January 5th, 2014 on a Fostex XR-7 Multitracker with additional guitar and vocal overdubs done on Reaper in the weeks following. Music and lyrics written and performed by Captain Three Leg with the exception of "Ode To Odin" (lyrics by Tom Bothered), the introduction for "Yes, But Is It Art?" (by Frank Goshit), "No Room For Dessert" (guest vocal by Paul Pfeiffer).

Captain Three Leg is:
Andy - Guitar, Bass / Vocals
Brian - Drums / Vocals


Cover art by Tom Kemp


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