Act I: Dawn

by Society Fringe Players

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This is Act I of 80 song rock opera entitled APOCALYPSE TOMORROW. The rock opera is accompanied by a podcast. They'll alternate songs with podcasts that consist of conversations that start out about the song and then lead to wherever. Both fellas are pop culture junkies, mainly scifi and any entertainment that has achieved cult status. Mainly they're aging rock and roll guys who are STILL banging around Society's Fringes looking for a way in.
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released June 10, 2016

David Linantud: Guitar + Vox
Brian Lutz: Bass
Ryan Bowen: Drums
Chris Johnson: Violin
Monster Rob Hornung: Saxophone

Engineering, recording, and mixing by Brian Lutz
Mastering by Drew Mazurek

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Track Name: The Glow
As Jesus sighed the Romans sharpened spears

He asked the Holy Ghost he said "What the hell am I doing here?"

With the hand of Satan they bought a business ain't that nice

Jesus said "Here's to you, Satan" and melted everlasting life in a knife

By the firelight they sand and they turned with a toast

To raise glasses of hearth to the heavenly ghost

A line made of footprints they melted the snow

That was frozen to iron by the heat from the glow

The old man coughed the spit froze to his beard

A piss drunk Cassanova wasted from the years

His words were slurred and broken he raised his flask again

He said "To everyone who hrts, give from your own pain."

He was slain

By the trashcan he sighed and he turned with a toast

To raise glasses of pain to the heavenly ghost

A line made of footprints they melted the snow

That was frozen to iron by the heat from the glow

So we dance by the firelight and sing songs of joy

No government can crush our musical toy

No war can kill melodies hovering free

Let the magic of music release you and me


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Track Name: Greeting Card
Walking in the dark

Waiting for the sync to kick the new

Blowing on a spark

Banners reading "loss" when lies turn true

A thunderstorm will rage in the dark but I'll still scream for the sun

A million hopes lie shattered in the dusk build them back one by one

Reaching out my hand

Stumble blindly fall and taste the ground

Crack an awkward joke

Smiling at the bummers all around

A greeting card that's stuck to the floor

From dreams that spill from a whiskey glass

The sunrise blanked by the clouds of the storm

Sitting by and I watch the world spin past

It won't last

Watch the goings on

I just don't feel part of this at all

Turned away and gone

Save me from the summer of the fall

A greeting card that's stuck to the floor

From dreams that spill from a vodka glass

The sunrise blanked by a castle n the shore

Sitting by and I watch the world spin past

It won't last


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Track Name: She's Afraid of You
You spent all your time on

Who you climbed the walls for

Spent all of your money too

She feels like an outcast

This true love did not last

She is getting tired of you

Spend the days growing colder

Yeah

She's already gone

She's afraid of you

Ignore all of her bruises

Concentrate on bad things

Hit her when you're feeling bad

She wouldn't bear your children

Miscarried your first born son

First one that you ever had

Spend the days in icy silence

Yeah

She moves out

She's afraid of you

And the days go on

She came back one day and

You felt like a real man

You hit her just a bit too hard

You made up a gravestone

Laid her out on flagstone

Buried her in your back yard


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Track Name: If I Die Tonight
If I die tonight I would be alright

Because I don't want to live

If I had a chance with my decadence

Well then my life is all I could give

I would sacrifice for the other life

That somehow might not end

If I had to guess I would ask this mess

Would never come again

If I have to fall I implore you all

Not to follow what I done

If I had a choice with my lonely voice

I would pull the trigger of this gun

If I die tonight I would be alright

Because I don't want to live

If I had a chance with my decadence

Well then my life is all I could give

If I die tonight I'm gonna live

Live on and on and on


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Track Name: Elvis is God
The second coming played a rhapsody

Rubbery legged both white and black

Kept the preaching to a minimum

Blood and sweat poured down his sunburned neck

His eyes shut tight and his soul was pure

Jet black hair and karate pose

Sang a song about a mystery

Reverberated 'round the globe

..........

Sideburn Jesus was pumping gasoline

Curled his lip and shook his ass

Drove his truck up to the Temple

The vendors said they'd take a pass

Said "Get your sorry self on back to Memphis

Don't want to hear no blues by whites"

The sneering scarred out face of slavery

Flew across the sky at night

..........

They cleaned him up and took his picture

But the colonel betrayed his very soul

Treated the King like a whored out marionette

But you can't kill Rock and Roll

The last temptation in the Holy Land

Desert sand and neon lights

People come from near and sunder

See him sing three shows a night

They say he's dead but thy're not right

Elvis Is God


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Track Name: Torn Dress Blues
There's a torn dress in the corner I don't know where it's from

I got bloody knuckles and I got a broken thumb

There's a shovel by the door I don't know why it's there

I got dirty fingernails and blood all in my hair

I thought it was er tat I buried but I seen her walking down the street

If it wasn't her that I buried I guess it must have been me




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