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Live at the BBC

by RAIL

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1.
Lesbian Fist 07:13
lyrics
You walk like a placebo Talk like you don’t know Self made martyr Hammered to a cotton candy crucifix You make me sick! I got something so hard It will smash your skull apart! Top of my fucking list You invoke the most piss If my anger is the mill You are the grist Knuckles plunge the larynx Consummate our tryst I will smash you with my I will thrash you with my I will pulp you with my LESBIAN FIST! Leave it to a man to appropriate An intimate act without a phallus in sight And turn it pervert it into an image of violent hate Replete with hawkish spite But your face will be my knuckle cozy, dickhead Let me tell you a story Little boy fucks to be the hero You wanna save the dutch from the sea? Well, you don’t bring a finger to a dike You can’t save Holland! You can’t save Holland! You can’t save Holland! You can’t save Holland! Top of my fucking list You invoke the most piss If my anger is the mill You are the grist Knuckles plunge the larynx Consummate our tryst I will smash you with my I will thrash you with my I will pulp you with my I’ll annihilate you I’ll pulverize you I’ll plumb you with my LESBIAN FIST! FIST FIST FIST FIST FIST FIST FIST FIST!!! Jodie Foster… Jodie Foster… Knuckle up, Buttercup.
2.
#1 00:47
lyrics
Is it dank? Is it dark? With your head shoved so far up your own ass? Your sadness sets like concrete, you won’t let it pass That melancholy shroud, only serves to keep you cold Wading saline rivers, oh it gets so fuck old RAIL! RAIL! Drain your slit wrists into someone else’s cup.
3.
Orwell Has Teeth 01:52
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Heads up! We wanted to kill terrorists but your child got in the way We wanted to kill the desert but your child got in the way We wanted to shoot the sand but your child got in the way We wanted to shoot our bullet-holes but your child got in the way We wanted to protect our shores…. We wanted to tuck our children in tight but your child got in the way We wanted to watch tv and go to sleep but your child We wanted to be there but… Angels have no pilots to the devils with no wings We wanted to tell ourselves it was right, but your child We wanted to believe Speeches and bleats The children of goat farmers don’t mind The shadows of air strikes We doublethink Isn’t it troubling? Remember Orwell has teeth Orwell has teeth Orwell has teeth
4.
Farmer John 02:46
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Farmer John – Gave up the ghost Last Friday – Buttering his toast Silverware fell – Breath forever held Clatter, prayers, the clang of church bells Your fingernails and hair grow for a month after you die! Already way down in the ground World no more than a box Farmer John is hard at work Not planting what the government made him stop Cease and Desist Farmer John! Farm fucked fallow laid Fields of copyright infringement Barcodes on grain Tractors rust Bone and Dust Monsanto Sucks (x3) This Song (x4) This song is the sound of the dirt under his nails shifting Dead but still digging Nails Grit of soil A lifetime of sifting Hair like dry roots thrusting into his funeral pillow This song sprouts up all around Dead seed still grows in the ground Government mandated coffin an impenetrable husk Farmer John— Farmer John— Farmer John goes unchewed by the earth’s crust!
5.
Id 04:16
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Stanley Kubrick was a fucking dick. Sigmund Freud was a fucking dick. Curt Cobain … dick! Kurt Vonnegut was a fucking dick. Paul McCartney was a fucking dick. Klaus Kinski was a fucking dick. Philip K… Dick! Now you maybe a pussy, but Aleister Crowley was a fucking dick! And here I am, pink pulse stalk, throbbing head, riot red: These milky words I spit These milky words I spit These milky words I spit Dribbles down your chin!!! Id Id Id Id Id Id Id Id Id Id Id Id Id Id Id Id Id Id Id Id Id Id When you’re going to San Francisco, be sure to wear some fucking flowers in your hair!
6.
Cannon 00:17
7.
Fuck You 02:14
lyrics
I’m walking slowly, very slowly Impure thoughts, steadily growing With a fragile center, coated in wax My heart burns for what you lack Like a horse, you neigh and bray I can’t stand a single thing you say I’m standing still and wouldn’t you know These fuck you thoughts continue to grow Fuck you.
8.
Train Wreck 02:42
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I’m walking slowly, very slowly Impure thoughts, steadily growing With a fragile center, coated in wax My heart burns for what you lack Like a horse, you neigh and bray I can’t stand a single thing you say I’m standing still and wouldn’t you know These fuck you thoughts continue to grow Fuck you.Oh My God! There’s been a train wreck! All the bodies! Everyone’s dead! I can’t find my leg! Some poor bastard’s head is in the luggage rack! Mangled rails skewer skyward thrown free passengers! Liberty in death! Look at all the blood on the tracks, someone call Bob Dylan! What are we going to do? Oh, the HUMANITY! Guts festoon! Heads like soft dropped pumpkins filled with barn red paint There’s a pile of torn-loose tongues flipping like on land fishes, Torn loose tongues flapping like cunnilingual lapping, Their dying scream still slapping bloody puddles Against the moonlight! Looks like Guernica having a seizure! All aboard! Blow the whistle! Tickets Please! Casey Jones don’t know shit. Train wreck. Train wreck. Train wreck. Where do we go from here?
9.
Greed 10:54
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The odor of burnt autumn smiles ruefully in the air. Ash falls like snow on the bent girders populating the skylines of postcards. As minimum wage earners drag flat tires and severed legs into a heap. And millions entertained by sound dripping from the radio, a puddle of noise, A hearing aid drops, in the forest, a banana peel tempts the tress to dance. As we mourn the spent flashbulbs of busted cameras from behind the chain link fences. Don’t get out of line. That coin I placed on your palm seems so large in your hand, child But there’s still a famine behind your eyes. Symbols or Symmetry: You can’t have both To some it’s Job to me it’s a job God is not a given, you metaphysical slob Munching fistfuls of silver dollars Alms hiccupping in the syllables of proud prayers And Heaven’s empty likeness lost in the stillness of the surface of a lake, A dispassionate heart, not a ripple from a coin dropped, And with mirrors smashed, your reflection dumbly chews at the cracks in the glass, And as you watch, you wonder does this doppelganger Remember your past? Just keep telling yourself: You can’t have both!

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DISCLAIMER: While on this current plan of existence RAIL has yet to perform at the BBC: television OR radio; according to a prevailing theory of the composition of reality there are an infinite number of parallel universes where every possible configuration of space and time occur. So, scientifically speaking somewhere in the nooks and cranies of assorted dimensions of space and time RAIL has performed and even recorded at the BBC. And while the legal implications of the PARALLEL REALITY DEFENSE are scary to comprehend and pretty much negate the concept of transgression in a legal sense, we feel justified in creating it. Or if that doesn’t work for you... It’s satire. Fair use, fools!

credits

released October 24, 2015

RAIL is

Jason Andrew Torrance, vocals
Matt Hall, guitar
Catherine Wurster, bass
Jason Ormsby, drums

Produced by RAIL
Recorded and mixed by Sean Godreau
Additional mixing by Matt Hall

Photography by Jerry Cadieux

Fluffing by Chris Shacklett

Special Thanks
Koffee Kat, Angst, Every Politician Ever
JULIAN JASTER

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