HELLATRIPPPIN

by SARN

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released May 4, 2018

John Vanderslice - Producer, Engineer, Mixing, Electric Guitar
Rob Shelton - Synths
Jason Slota - Drums
Rob Shelton - Piano
Jacob Winik - Mastering
June Hoang - Assistant Engineer

Recorded at Tiny Telephone in Oakland, CA

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Deathbomb Arc Santa Maria, California

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Track Name: Cracker Jack
Step back to Queens in 1953

On a shopping trip with mom and pop, and RIP Freddy!

“Stay with the cart, don’t touch a damn thing- won’t be gone for that long, forgot the Ovaltine.”

“Oh yes, Momma, promise not to cause any trouble.”

Fingers crossed in your pocket, Momma, you just got leveled

Your first big mistake was givin birth to this child

Second was you left him in the Cracker Jack aisle


La la la la la…


When the coast was clear and you were all by yourself

You made the great ascent, climbing toward the top shelf

Consumed by the prize inside, excited as hell

You reached for the box and your dumb ass fell

Out cold for an hour, you probably don’t remember

But when you came to, I was sittin on your shoulder

Ever since then, buddy, we’ve been together

You follow through and I give the orders


Come on, Donnie, do me a solid

Drop a bomb on the Oval Office


La la la la la…


Let’s play a game of catch for old time’s sake

What do we toss? Hmm, I don’t know, what about that briefcase?

Oh my god, that’s the Football- this is fucking great!


Now enter the code

Just like you were trained


La la la la la…


Come on, Donnie, do me a solid

Drop a bomb on the Oval Office


La la la la la…


Come on, Donnie, do me a solid...
Track Name: bed.
Oh god I love this bed


We should change the sheets cuz they’re wet as fuck and

Chalk it up, that’s a consequence of fuckin

Twelve hundred thread count Egyptian cotton


Oh god I love this bed


Attack the post like an untamed savage

Unrelenting when you hit it, you’re the baddest Queen

Of this king-sized mattress


Oh god I love this bed
Track Name: Sippy Cup
Plastic sippy cup drippin milk on the rug

White pool widening, touches blood turns pink


Now this the type of shit I signed up for

Fuck your Lord, kickin down doors

Put an HK to your gourd

Snatch that niqab off your face and take a selfie with your corpse

Who’s in the kitchen?

My fingers itchin

Bet the team two cans of beans I catch five kills before the end of this mission

What about civilians?

Double points given for women and children


I’m terrified for my life

Can’t understand your kind

What do you want?

I'm tired

Seen my loved ones all die

Blown to bits, burned alive

What do you want?

What do you want?


Executive orders, respect the fuckin borders

And check your sons and daughters

And take a damn shower

Understand that you’re not welcome over here

This is pure hate, don’t call it fear, motherfucker

"We’re gonna make it great again like Donald said."

My daddy told me layin on his death bed

He served two tours and fought for me, not no dirty wraphead


I’m terrified for my life

Can’t understand your drive

What do you want?

Tired

Fled from the east and now west

Just need a place I can rest

That’s all I want


I’m terrified for my life

Can’t understand your kind

What do you want?
Track Name: Scene Elder Council
The Sacramento scene died at an underground show

In an abandoned warehouse, in an industrial zone

There were punks and queers and Punjabis with dreads

Blacks and Whites, Asians, Mexicans


The Scene Elders said it served as a safe space

For all the weird kids to go to get away from shit


Glitch-happy beats rattled aluminum sheets

And throbbing bass ripped cracks in concrete


Strobe lights flashed yellow, green and pink

And at a quarter to 10, came blue and red


"Officer, we’re not here to cause trouble,

We just wanna have fun,

With other like-minded people,

Without fear of being judged.

We just wanna have fun..."


To which he replied, “Not on my watch.”


And then the cops proceeded to beat them senseless

To an EDM remix of a shoegaze classic


Cops proceeded to bash their faces to no end…


The years quickly passed, it was never the same

The city cracked down hard as the kids were to blame

No touring bands would ever stop to play here

The biggest draw in town was a folk balladeer


Some got jobs in offices and one dude became

Regional manager of a national chain

And through happenstance and social media accounts

The remaining few arranged a meeting, too...


"The Scene Elder Council calls to order its first official meeting to discuss the current state of affairs. First on the agenda"


Before the Chair could finish, there was an emotional outburst

People shouting and crying, and speaking curse words


"There’s no sense in saving this scene. Year after year they hike up the rent, all of the artists have died off or left."


"There’s no sense in saving this scene. Cultureless yuppies have invaded the nest- same motherfuckers who said 'Art is for fags. Art is for fags.'"


"There's no sense in saving this scene..."
Track Name: 94 Villager
Waiting in the van, she's riding the high

We got the radio blastin MC5

Lookin at you, lookin at you

I turn left

You turn left, too


"Promise me, you'll never change,

Despite what life may throw our way.

This is all I need.

You and me...

You and me."


Don't say what you feel inside

Let's just drive tonight


Pull up to the side of a dirty back road

Where the thugs hang out and all the bad men go

What do we do? What do we do?

I turn right

You turn right, too


"Promise me, you'll never die.

I know I've asked you hella times.

This is all I need.

You and me...

You and me."


Don't say what you feel inside

Let's just drive tonight
Track Name: Picasso
Trippin balls at a house show

She look like a Picasso

Eyes all weird and buggin and out of place

Dressed up in some retro shit

Multi-colored hexagonal print

Holy fuck my brain’s about to split


"How the hell’d you enhance this?

I was chillin spaced out on a blank canvas

A shirt appeared first, then the pants came

I’m just askin- why it matches?

Can I touch the fabric?

Oh my god, it feels fantastic like wet plastic!"


Trippin balls at a house show

He look like a Picasso

Eyes all weird and buggin and out of place

Wrapped up in some ninja shit

Half face covered with a handkerchief

Holy fuck my brain’s about to split


"Hey, lemme see those patches

You really got holes in your jacket?

I’m just askin, you look tragic

Who the fuck is Aunt Tifa?

She smoke reefa?

She got the plug for a three cheese pizza?

What about PETA?

What’s up with him?"


Trippin balls at a house show

They all look like Picasso’s

Eyes all weird and buggin and out of place

Stepped into the Twilight Zone

A portal to the superunknown

Oh holy fuck, I think I might explode


Comin down I’m feeling nauseous

Don’t wanna be bothered

Put myself in a closet, and locked it

A little relief and peace from the chaos...


Turn around there’s a dude on the floor, performing a seance

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