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Pandamonium In The Pandemic Age

by The fundaMentals

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1.
Another dream, another fabulous disaster Mad as a hatter, it's a low down dirty shame Surrounded by those who would dream of being master  I recognized the bullshit but I didn't catch the name Chorus I'm the insurrection in my endless wicked mind, got a Flagrant disregard for authority They take some, you give some, just leave 'em all behind, got a Flagrant disregard for authority Point me at the chaos, and I'll stagger out the door It's too late to die young and leave a good looking corpse The audacity of age, follows the arrogance of youth Embrace the madness if you want but don't leave behind the residue
2.
To call it love would've been misleading Left Cupid battered bruised and bleeding Now your gone and you're best forgotten The heavenly fruits of your love are rotten Pre-chorus But I don't wish you no harm, I've got karma of my own Chorus Live and let live - Seen thru a cynical eye Live and let live - until the day that you die You made a skeptic of a true believer That's okay, I never liked you much either You're a black cloud that rains down sorrow  Every day's another episode
3.
I'll be your sunshine, burning thru the liquid sky I'll be your wildest dream, long as you don't set the bar too high I question everything, but nothing 'bout you and now here we are It's the damnedest thing, I used to be the man without a heart I just needed a reason And a fresh coat of paint I was born to die in your arms Why I can't really explain Age of seventeen, flying sideways at the speed of sound Love burned like gasoline, exploding when it finally hit the ground Air shuffles thru the trees, on the empty streets of steel and stone Ain't what it used to be, so they polish it with flash and chrome I just needed a reason And a fresh coat of paint I was born to die in your arms Why I can't really explain Love used to be a stairway to nowhere You could be my always if you're so inclined Desire hanging silent as the dead air You'll always be burned into my mind I'll be the ray of light bleeding thru your velvet sky I'll be your fantasy, the one that never leaves your side Long way from anywhere, but anywhere you are is home In any circumstance, I'll follow you into the great unknown I just needed a reason And a fresh coat of paint I was born to die in your arms Why I can't really explain Why I can't really explain Why I can't really explain
4.
Write my name in smoke and ash Across the burning sky Walking out of my checkered past  both middle fingers high The rules ain't gonna bend for me And I ain't gonna change I won't just watch your dark parade As it slips on out of range Chorus I'll kick down the doors and make myself at home I'll kick down the doors and make myself at home They're just houses of the unholy, the walls a faded, bitter grey But I kick down the doors and make myself at home You'd drown me in your dirty water Throw me down your wishing well Lead me to the mindless slaughter But I'm known to be hard to kill Living inside the moments Stepping thru the looking glass Cause the world's got nothing for me But a foot right in the ass
5.
Back in my day, I can't remember which day it was but We turned the whole world upside down Lies were true, wrecking crews and knocked up nuns We lived in mansions down in Shantytown Chorus This is for the weird kids out back smoking in the alley Haunting the night to find a place to make their stand Follow the trail of dead until you reach the wasteland Where you'll hang by popular demand Back in my day, a Tuesday I think it mighta was The day we tore the world in two What you're hearing now already happened many years ago A taste of what awaits down the road This is for the weird kids out back smoking in the alley Haunting the night to find a place to make their stand Follow the trail of dead until you reach the wasteland Where you'll hang by popular demand
6.
I run with coyotes When I'm high on peyote to escape the neuroses that clutter my mind Ancient spirits surround me All your stupid astounds me The real world's a shakedown and no one's leaving alive Chorus And I'm breathing backwards I'm bleeding wine Gracefully awkward And ahead of my time In the deafening silence That sets in after the rain The truth is found missing Just means nothing has changed In my tribal nation We practice amplification To still the evil vibrations coming down from the hills Look behind to the future Thru a drug-induced stupor Close the wound with a suture and look past the scars
7.
From the womb to the tomb then in the ground and boom! you're gone Born a lie then you die all the while they're just leading you on Sometimes you gotta make your own danger Every truth comes with a disclaimer You realize it when you're out of t-t-t-t-t-time Chorus Sex Death and Money The end game of the chase Sex Death and Money It's the American way On your knees, ill at ease, let the mem'ries rest in peace, it's done Gonna bleed for your greed, satisfaction's guaranteed to none Comes a time you're the one that pays the devil It don't come cheap when the game ain't on the level And the bill comes due when you're out of t-t-t-t-t-time Sex Death and Money The end game of the chase Sex Death and Money It's the American way
8.
We ain't no hipsters, we ain't no quipsters We'll drink your liquor then we'll put on a show You wanted quiet, we brought a riot Ain't much to look at but we're good for your soul Chorus We're your friendly neighborhood garage band One of millions that never got a shot We're your friendly neighborhood garage band Got no future but your mom thinks that we're hot You look befuddled, like we're a puzzle The more you guzzle, son, the better we sound Nuclear powered, and rarely showered Keep getting louder, rock this place to the ground
9.
Free, walk 10 feet off the ground Bleed but you're still laughing out loud Grieve from the depths of your soul Wreak havoc with the seeds that you sow Bleak as the highway unwinds Sleep creeping up from behind Dream you hold the heavyweight crown Scream until the walls tumble down Chorus Regrets, some etched in stone, a thumbnail sketch of home  The monotone of day to day          Nothing ventured nothing gained in the words of the self-ordained Shut 'em up and send them straight to hell Greed, line your pockets with gold Preach while you're selling your soul Seen more than an honest man should Breathe, it's not as bad as it looks
10.
Renegade 04:08
Dead letters and landmines Greeting cards and grenades Souvenirs of the hard times Of the high times, times have changed Among the leftover people And the battalions of freaks I'm out here fighting the good fight  But some nights I, get the creeps Chorus Called myself a renegade, shoved behind a barricade Surrounded by the rejects and rejected Before the dream could fade into a sideshow serenade I joined the legions of the lost and disaffected In the blink of an eyelash Stories yet to be told Ducking under the backlash Balls of brass and, heart of gold Seconds turn into hours Minutes turn into weeks No rest for the weary Not in theory, or the streets D                           E                 G

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released April 1, 2021

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The fundaMentals Port Charlotte, Florida

Influenced by everything from Pink Floyd to AC/DC to The Stooges, The 'Mentals tear it up with an unapologetically neo- classic/ garage-adelic rock sound, for the love of rock and roll.
Don Bathrick: Vocals & guitar
Danger Dan Goodnight: Lead guitar
Dave Gravelin: Drums, percussion, chimichangas
Heather Straw: Bass, vocals
Mary Tero: Keyboards, vocals
“Whiskey” Dick Young: Bass, guitar, haircut
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