Dirt Songs

by the transcendents

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released March 8, 2017

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The Transcendents are based in Christchurch, New Zealand. The second full-length album - Dirt Songs - is OUT NOW! Download for free or grab a 12" heavyweight gatefold vinyl copy while ya can!

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Track Name: We Keep Our Customers Happy
Get ‘em high
Keep ‘em satisfied
The customer
Is always right
Get ‘em doped
Before they get duped
Read the exclusive
In the daily news
We keep our customers happy…
Track Name: Experimental Theorem
They tried to teach me before all of this there was nothing
But I kept on thinking that there must’ve been something
Could have imploded or been an explosion
Right here and now there’s just no way of knowing

Can’t find the answer if I aint got a clue

Darker than dark and smaller than small
Half of the half of the infinitesimal
Keep on splitting and let ‘em collide
And let the matter spill over the side

Can’t find the answer if I aint got a clue
Track Name: Data Entry Dadaism
Don’t ever think you can contain me
I’m not here for your entertainment
Little poodle doggy pulling on a leash
You’re barking mad up the wrong fucking tree

Hit me. leave me, it shits me you don’t believe me

Five bucks a pop you can keep your money
Suck your sour face just as sweet as honey
Places to be and things to do
Rather be anywhere than here with you

Hit me. leave me, it shits me you don’t believe me
Track Name: Speakeasy
Swept away in the flood, safe in the knowledge I’d done
Everything that I could
Washed up in the mud, covered in blood
Wondering if i ever should have taken a second look

It’s so easy, it ain’t easy
Sequels in sequence come around weekly
It’s so easy, it ain’t easy
Sequels in sequence you can speak freely

Crawling to higher ground, a place away from the sound
Of the rush and the crush and the incessent pound
Somewhere that I have found, existing in the here and now
That is not actually bound by the borders of my immediate surrounds

It’s so easy, it ain’t easy
Sequels in sequence come around weekly
It’s so easy, it ain’t easy
Sequels in sequence you can speak freely
Track Name: Better Off Dead
Tell me do you wanna dance
In a fashion happenstance
Come on come on come on
And take a chance,
I can't believe I even have to ask

Ahhhhh - Such a sensible head
Ahhhhh - Gotta be better off dead

Won't you drop me a line
Come on come on come on
Give me a call sometime
Let me know you're feeling fine
Track Name: Tourettenimaniacalibration
I want it when I want it
I want it when i want
Track Name: Trailer Park
Propped up on blocks it’s been a long time since I had any wheels
Undergrowth perimeter I know exactly how it feels
Rust stains and streaks running down my sides
At least I got an ocean view moving with the tides
Sitting forlorn at dawn I haven’t got any cargo
Going nowhere fast you know I’m not a winnie bagoe
My wallpaper’s faded and my carpet smells like piss
Curtains ripped and drawn it’s all hit and miss

I’ve heard things - best I dare not speak
I’ve seen things - best I do not share
I’ve thought things - I can not take back
I’ve done things - For which I fear

Windowsills scattered with all manner of things
Feels like I’ve seen a lot more winters than I have springs
Broken dirty mattress sodden with the stench
Gas leaking silently from the cylinder underneath the bench
Don’t know why they brought you here or why you came back
Got something to show you hidden in a sack
Come into the caravan the last thing you heard them say
Come along we’re going on a long holiday
Track Name: Fatigue (Numb Redux)
Recognise - my very eyes
reap the rewards - onwards
Track Name: Bleached Terraces
Solid mainframe, old domain name
Breakneck sun deck, dragged from a burning wreck
Up the creek, for a week
Bleached terraces, made a mess of it
Quick dime quiet time, nothing’s ever quite right
No news is good news, one is not amused

Just gotta soldier on - I’m OK, I’m OK, I’m OK
Put on a brave face - I’m alright, I’m alright, I’m alright
Nodding, smiling - I’m OK, I’m OK, I’m OK
Keeping up appearances - I’m alright, I’m alright, I’m alright

I’m OK, I’m alright
I’m OK, I’m alright
I’m OK, I’m alright
I’m OK, I’m alright
I’m OK, I’m alright
I’m OK, I’m alright
Track Name: The River Still Flows
The clocks have stopped
Night sky said goodnight
The party it ended
Message never sent

But the river - the river still flows

The car was parked
Wishlist was finished
The sun it faded
And we never made it

But the river - the river still flows
Track Name: Batteries Flat - Sayonara
Big dick Richard he was blowing like a storm
He was out of breath and ideas in equal measure
Should have been kicking back some place warm
Living out a golden life of leisure
But wrong choices and dumb decisions
That shit it’ll catch up with you
And once it’s too late to implement revisions
Well there’s not a lot you can do
So our mate Ricky running out of puff
He bent over with hands on knees
Nobody had bought into his bluff
He was gasping as stupid as you please
Big dick he let his eyelids close
The darkness behind them was stained red
He could smell the stink on his clothes
And the last thing he ever said
Was a kind of indiscernible muttering
Underneath his own faltering breath
As his heart and will were stuttering
And he embraced his own slow death
Track Name: Swampland
Fields of alignment, abruptly lifted
Terms of engagement, violently shifted
Well the fourth fucking time, the land liquefied
All the people could do, was watch from the side

We're living in the swampland - the dirty swampland
Yeah we're living in the swampland - the filthy swampland
We're living in the swampland - the foggy swampland
Yeah were living in the swampland - the muddy swampland

The earth was moving, the dirt was shaking
The ground was trembling, and people were breaking

We're living in the swampland - the dirty swampland
Yeah we're living in the swampland - the filthy swampland
We're living in the swampland - the foggy swampland
Yeah were living in the swampland - the muddy swampland
Track Name: Mercury
Messenger to the gods
Absence of atmosphere
Fifty-seven
Million from the sun
Core-mantle boundary
Surface arising
Thievery

Mercury

Radar reflection
Solar constant
Thievery
Absence of atmosphere
Thievery

Mercury
Track Name: Epilogue
There’s a beetle in the sink
And metal in my mouth
Regret for what we did
To remove seeds of doubt
Burnt by the sun
Dark of the mountain
We both knew better
But couldn’t hold on

These are the times
We make our memories
Taking everthing ‘til there’s nothing left for me

There’s a beetle in the sink
And metal in my mouth
Drinks on the rocks
Straight run heading south
Burnt by the sun
Dark of the mountain
All the things left unsaid
A-mongst all the shouting

These are the times
We make our memories
Taking everthing ‘til there’s nothing left for me