1. DILIGENT AMBIVALENCE
2. PLUCKY
3. WAY PAST THE EXPIRY DATE
4. UPON ENTERING ANOTHER ATMOSPHERE


"Diligent Ambivalence"

Context has it's value - if the subtext is contrite.
With the darkest bitter message to the world,
You will fight them -
To the end.
We're possessed to sing these songs again.
So saturate the market -
It's an affront to those outside.
Leave your vested interest
Along with all your pride - in your Master's cup.
When will we decide we've had enough?
Not in this lifetime I can tell.
Disinformation is the program
That regulates the seed.
Grows into a tree of doubt on which your logic feeds.
Until it's fucked!
So past the point
It's fully stuck you may as well appoint a God.
So burn for something new this year - wait for it like Christmas
Unplug all the lights and lock it down.
Here's your new computer -
Here's you bag of gak.
Here's the flawless jewel for your brand new crown.

"Plucky"

Quite the plucky young fuck he's got balls yet for days.
You should see the way he smokes those cigars.
What a guy!
What a caveman!
Surprise!
Driving that truck with his fistful of fries.
He's got talent but it's hidden below.
Steps on the gas feels the ebb turn to flow
Turn to nightmare about to be up in your town.
The shots begin falling and here starts the body count.
Shot after shot - shot after shot.
No stop to killing until sniped or been caught.
Racing and killing and hoping for more just before -
Now that plucky young fuck hopes with all of his might
That his brand of insane will assist with his plight
Unlikely goes wrong - sent far away
For a life and a day.
He knows what awaits.
They refuse to help hasten what awaits.

"Way Past the Expiry Date"

Patching through -
The voices to the words of hope we share.
Shortest are the moments so you handle them with care.
Royal is as royal does
And very few survive the flood.
Bones are scattered in the wake - like sprinkles on a cake.
Lining up the targets we can speak of little more.
We map out the destruction from behind the iron door.
Talk about the problem although we concede no more
Deep inside the bunker
No one knows for sure.
We resist the urge to hit the surface premature.
Keep ourselves on magazines outdated quarter score.
We could care less how behind the times we are.

"Upon Entering Another Atmosphere"

We must keep our wits in tact
Despite all this telemetry
Designed just to distract.
We must focus - we can't fail.
We must make it safely
Through this planetary veil.
Gently surface greets the craft
Occupant descends and we get to see.
Where he meets his hidden brothers - takes some time speak.
Before the final plan... upon us is unleashed.
Now begins - the last of ours.
We become the second class.
Xenophobic - all will pass.
You have nothing left to fear
It certainly won't save you here.
It certainly won't save you.



Drums Rec. July 3 - 2012 GFW, NL
All Songs Written/Recorded/Edited/Mixed/MaxedTheFuckOut
St. John's NL - Apr. 10 - 24, 2013

Four Songs = 7:46

Short EP made quickly for fast consumption - like birthday cake.
All songs, sounds and recording by: Jack E. Tar- 2012/13
Cover art by Gavin Coffey & Jack E. Tar

© Tapehead International 2013