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Let's smoke some reefer Have a little party Let it roll for the good times 'Cause they may never come around again Your life it sucks Got in a fight with your girlfriend All she wants to do is pretend That you're some motherfucking guy you ain't And your job it sucks Got in trouble with the boss again All he wants to do is pretend That you're some motherfucking guy you ain't Let's smoke some reefer Have a little party Let it roll for the good times 'Cause they may never come around again Your truck broke down Middle of the interstate Not a punk ass anywhere To help a motherfucker out Ain't no police Seen one at the gas n go Thirty five miles or so To give a high flying fuck Let's smoke some reefer Have a little party Let it roll for the good times 'Cause they may never come around again
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I drove my truck right on down to the water Right up to the Chesapeake Bay Stared out at my destiny fading Spun out on that slick Maryland clay Everyone spends their time a-yelling Listening a thing of the past Harass me with verbal gymnastics And stupider opinions than that So hold on for me I'm driving and driving and driving again Hold on for me I'm driving and driving and driving again What are the terms of a failure Then again who really cares Strip every word of its meaning Stretch out and bathe in the glare So hold on for me I'm driving and driving and driving again Hold on for me I'm driving and driving and driving again
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Day to Day 03:54
I'm thinking of a thing from long ago I don't know what it is And I'm looking at my life just like it's something That I can not give I don't give a shit For anything at all Oh no Oh no I made a record before I could even buy a beer By the time I was 22 I'd played more shows than I could hear Sang in smoke filled rooms And drank for free all night Oh yeah Oh yeah I seen 'em come and go I seen 'em rise and fall I've made a billion fliers and made a million calls I went from the mailing list to emails to evites But it ain't no different if you're signing through the night Alright I been around this whole damn world It's bigger than the sky is wide But one thing everywhere is when everything seems just right Play the night away And sing everyday Every day I'm thinking of a thing from long ago I don't know what it is And I'm looking at my life just like it's something That I can not give I don't give a shit For anything at all I'm just day to day
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My lifelong quest is to be a badass But it's made a mess of my whole damn life Oh to be to be a badass Or to be a chump That is lifeI've been around I've seen the worst That folk can do And do to you Such a shame Here in this rat's nest That is this life That is this life It's time to go To get to gettin' It's a bit more fun When you just don't care Everything conspires with nothing All the time everywhere I can’t recall the sound of laughter If when it’s free for all to hear I can’t recall I just can’t remember So I have to ask you What’s it like to fear And when it’s done and when it’s over Then I will laugh and I will cry Because then I won’t have to wonder Or ask the question What’s it like to die? My lifelong quest is to be a badass But It’s made a mess of my goddamned life Oh to be to be a badass Or to be a chump That is life Don’t be a chump Take my advice.
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You know I saw my momma cry when I sailed across the sea To the new world to see what's in store for me I never again will see the Irish countryside Or Sally Maclennane why she should have been my bride All because I shot that British soldier twixt the eyes ----- You know I don't feel like a terrorist I feel like a stout My brother's IRA but me I'd rather gad about That British soldier touched my Sally Maclennane He shouldn't even be here so I shot that prick and ran To the states one day I'll bring my Sally here to me I will make my home where the whiskey won't run dry ----- One misty day in Canton Sally came to me I kissed her on her soft pink lips and held her close to me Then she through me on the bed and kicked me in the spleen It turns out all along Sally was working for the queen She asked if I had any last words before I died And I said "John MacKaye am I And I'm proud I shot that British soldier right between the eyes!"
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Open Road 03:47
I want an open road I want to drive away But nobody got a second chance Giving up too fast I want to play my hand But nobody got a second chance I Will crawl to you I will die for you But I warn you I cry too I want an open road where the wind it sings out loud A tune that's meant to drown another's pain I need an open road I got to fly away 'Cause the pressure's enough to drive a man insane What'd you say to me Oh why can't I see What's so goddamn wrong with me Oh why can't I see Break it down I want an open heart so I can say just what I feel But it's hard to start when you got to sonic boom I want an open book I got to write my story true So the end won't eber no never come too soon
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Save you bucks jingle time For your jeans here's a rhyme And your beers any kind Buy them all I don't mind Here's some shampoo for you Conditioner too here for you Save you time jingle bucks Sing for a dime it really sucks Product I'm a product You're a product We're all product yeah Let me plug your product for you I'll do anything you tell me to Pepsi and Miller and my 501 Blues 7-Eleven, Budweiser and Nike shoes Give me a check and I will sing for you Art translates money consumer product too Product I don't know the truth but then who does Maybe all I've know is lies, never was How can you lead when you're blind, deaf, and dumb Everyone else just looks out for number one Product
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Home is Home 03:56
No man can catch her eyes She don't think much of guys With their macho bullshit talking trash To her it just ain't funny, man She's made her way to Beta 9 She heard New Earth's a damn good time She's seen it Yet she's coming back again ----- Them love machines are fine for some When you're all filled up with Martian rum With their whizzing gears sometimes Why they seem just like a person But they don't talk and they don't laugh Unless the program tells them to It really ain't spontaneous But most the folk just don't care ----- No man can catch her eye Nor r-600s with custum thighs But loves where you can get it Take that plunge and don't regret it Her eye is roving still Forever, man, it will Every day's an oppurtunity That's all she wants to see She leaves New Earth alone Might as well go back home At least her home is home Home is home
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Dirty Shame 04:52
What a shame Dirty shame All the same Dirty shame yeah It's a goddamn fucking dirty shame Lordy me Glory be Mercy me Glory be yeah It's a goddamn fucking dirty shame JOE! Holy shit It's a goddamn fucking dirty shame Oh looky here
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This is SFP's first record. There's some left over Circle 9 stuff if you're into that. Thanks, Brendan, for getting Dave through a rough patch.

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released June 10, 2013

Dave Linantud: Vox, Guitars, Piano
Brendan Tobin: Bass, engineering, mixing
Ryan Bower: Drums

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Society Fringe Players Baltimore, Maryland

Dave and Brian, as the band Society Fringe Players, are psychedelic punk rock opera hillbillies who are using this podcast to roll out their 84 song narrative entitled THE BIG OPERA.

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