HELLATRIPPPIN

by SARN

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Cracker Jack 03:24
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...
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bed. 02:40
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
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Sippy Cup 03:12
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?
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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..."
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94 Villager 05:02
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
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Picasso 03:15
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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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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