1. We Will Fuck You Up
2. For The Third Monolith
3. Life of Tape
4. Hallucininja
5. Brand New Way to Rationalize
6. Bitches And The Sons Thereof
7. The Arsonist (a tiny love song)



"We Will Fuck You Up"


You can up the dose again
You can do morose and when
You manage better than to burn it at both ends...
Almost fight time - Operator link 911
Almost knife time - I heard shots I think I see a gun
Kill fuck bite time
Here they come I think we better run
Through the trees yeah we should flee!
Hold it up like a winning prize.
Stumble through it like a foggy night.
They're gonna claim this on their taxes when you die.
Say goodbye now - Time for lights out.
Sick in your mouth.
In the event that we never spent all of your rent
We resent that we just made a dent.
We will fuck you up - and we will wreck your stuff.
And we will cost a fortune when the sun comes up.
In the event that we never spent all of your rent
We resent that we just made a dent.
We will fuck you up - and we will wreck your stuff.
And we will cost a fortune when the sun comes up.
In the event that we never spent all of your rent
We resent that we just made a dent in the pile.


"Life of Tape"


Born into a life of tape.
Rerecord the past away.
Then record the past again -
For shame the same -
The sullen twin.
Rebel rider - bring the storm.
Let me hear the life forlorn.
Let me taste the breaking skin and then I can go home.
Call in favour - Call the chief
Seek where you will find release.
Locate and destroy the beast and feast on what remains.
In the village there's a man - he's elderly though now...
Proffers wisdom from the shelf.
Helps you get beyond yourself.
Helps you find what you must know.
Helps you see the way it goes.
Lets you know the soul within
Shows you how to breathe again.
Bleed a little while we pour another up for joy.
Then another for time -
The time when we were girls and boys running 'round the garden.
Neighbourhood so vast.
Here we are in Wonderland at last.



"Hallucinja"


Since you got back you just ain't been the same...
You know everyone's talkin' up a storm.
It's natural to sometimes draw a line in the sand.
Shrug it off with the palm of your hand.
How you got here we just can't make a guess -
'Cause shit's all shattered and you don't appear stressed.
Fine with any consequence
Defying common sense.
And always blaming someone else.
Get fucked and get right over yourself -
'Cause it's you who need your head checked man.
The kids are just as smart as you had always hoped they'd be.
Who knew that they would outsmart you so soon.
Now you're feeling mercy - All the hands are dirty.
Nobody can find the plans.
Shit starts to degrade and you can see the tunnel made into darkland.
No nothing too compelling
Just marketing and selling.
Subtleties and strategy - the games that we play.
Nothing ever better to do for a night - for a night.
For a night on the town.
Raging hard and stupid on your LSD.
Out becoming Ninjas with your rent money.
Sometimes you gotta set it free.
There's no bother - there's no need to bother
We can have it cleaned up later on.
Just get to business - let the sound eclipse it all night long.
Well you made a minute turn into an hour -
And the world is gonna be upset.
But like all smart children - you'll know what to do with those regrets.


"Brand New Way to Rationalize"


Taking steps in twos and fours is fine a little while.
Then you just have to wait to catch the train - either way.
Don't know what to say - to make you stop and take the time
Break the monotone you call day to day to day.
Give yourself a minute.
Give this thing a break.
Get outside yourself for your own sake.
You could use distraction - it would help you with your time.
New direction and the long, long mile.
Here to there is nowhere - you know you'll be fine.
Just don't be in such a hurry to discover all your worries are justified.


"Bitches and the Sons Thereof"


Some things may come - Some things may go.
Some things may never go far.
When you make that distinction - you know which one is closer.
Remember to wait by the bar for me...
Bastards for daughters - bitches for sons.
This is all inclusive so bring along your guns.
Bring along your kids - Show 'em all is fine.
Show 'em what you did when you had more free time.
Time to suit up for the rest of your life.
Light up another for the long ride.
And it's time we left.
Serpents and ladders off to the right.
Tangled up in matters not safe for you or I.
Speed along the fringes - the sector we know best.
Soon be time to get some rest.
Think of all the time you'll save.
One foot is closer than you think.
Don't be surprised when the bottom gives way - heave away boys.
Finally circumstance lives out it's usefulness -
Breaking the neck of the monster within.
There's the parasite - the microscope..
Killed us all.
There's not much here left to fear, but it's alright to be scared.


"The Arsonist"

C'mon give us a kiss or fucking show me your fists -
We're gonna map out the bliss - we're gonna put up a fight.
We're gonna put out the love.
We're gonna gonna turn on the hurt.
And if we set it to light - don't say that you weren't warned.
Not that it matters to the one who's scorned.
Simple solutions to complex equations.
Gas and matches.
Gas and matches.
Gas and matches.
Burn - Burn - Burn - Burn.
C'mon give'iss a kiss or fuckin' put up your fists.
C'mon give'iss a kiss or fuckin' put 'em up.


Recorded/Mixed in Grand Falls & St. John's, NL
between July 2012 & December 2013.

All songs, sounds and recording by Jack E. Tar

© Tapehead International 2014