The Salvos

by The Salvos

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Recorded by The Salvos in Vancouver, March 2014.
Mixed and mastered by Karen Eliot.

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released May 23, 2014

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The Salvos Vancouver, British Columbia

Nik - guitar, singing
Dave - bass, yelling
Dylan - drums

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Track Name: Autophobia
So you think you're together
how' you gonna get up?
You're sittin' on your hands
how' you gonna get up?
Auto...
Auto...
…phobia
...phobia
You think you're together
are you gonna grow up?
Oh, are you gonna grow up?
Auto...
Auto...
…phobia
…phobia
Track Name: Race to the Bottom
Well the Red he can’t stop coughing at the station on the left, says he used to have an army but he can barely take a breath. And the girl down the line skinny as a cigarette never stops to eat, she just scribbles in her book. The anarchist says this is just a temporary gig till he finds a way to get across the border. And they clock in every day and set up on the line. You can talk about it any way you want – they still got you.

Like a bomb that keeps on falling to the centre of the earth, this machine is spinning up to the redline. The people are just actors in a theatre of force where the motors and the wires are hidden in plain sight. Every time the furnace opens – every time the press comes down - you can hear another voice in the factory, saying: I was always here, always and already here, patient and impersonal as gravity.

Goin’ down!
Track Name: Buddy Guy
Now, if I was Buddy Guy
I wouldn’t play in this band
I wouldn’t play this guitar
No! Not, I!
I would be lying under a palm tree, in Dubai
and practice my guitar, I’d get better and better
that is, if I, was Buddy Guy

I used to believe those things were true
I used to believe, I used to believe
I used to believe those things were true
I used to believe, I used to believe

Now I live in Vancouver,
with all the hippies and the freaks
we’ve got all of the money
pilin’ up on the streets
if you work really hard, if you work really hard
it could all be yours
if you work really hard
it could all be yours

I used to believe those things were true
I used to believe, I used to believe
I used to believe those things were true
I used to believe, I used to believe
Track Name: Patron Saint
I needed a pair of shoes and I needed a belt
and I needed a wallet
and I swear the cow was already dead
COMPLICITY, COMPLICITY, COMPLICITY,
yeah yeah yeah.

I needed a job so I got a job
no way you can blame a guy that’s
just doin his job
I don’t make the rules, man, they don’t pay me to think
I just box em up and sign the form and
send them down the line.
COMPLICITY, COMPLICITY, COMPLICITY,
yeah yeah yeah.

Nothing much would get done in this world
without the right kind of man.
He’s standing on a pile of human skulls
with a Sharpie and a rubber stamp.

I needed a place to crash and I needed a meal
and so did everybody else
and there was nothing left to steal
COMPLICITY, COMPLICITY, COMPLICITY,
yeah yeah yeah.
Track Name: Explain it All
I wish you knew
how sorry I feel
I wish you knew
how sorry I feel
I wish I could
write you an email
I wish I could explain it all

Explain it all
Explain it all
Explain it all
I wish I could explain it all
Track Name: Come and Get Some
Oh, suck on my toes, come and get sum, y’know I’m better than that. Come feel my fingers, y’know I’m better than you! Even though you got all of your fingers, come and get some! Even though you got blood on your fingers, come and get some!
Track Name: Negative D
You wanted something, something to push
against with all your strength,
or maybe a wall to pass through
and leave a self-shaped hole.
You wanted words to wear like a cape,
bulletproof and magical, a uniform unlike
any other uniform.
So you could turn around and you could see the shape of
what it was that made that hole –

And you make it up on the spot, showing progress, showing progress,
and you make it up on the spot, fill the room with plastic words,
and you make it up on the spot, checking off the boxes on
another act, another act of swinging language like a bat.
Every translation hides the scene of a crime.

You wanted something, something to push, showing progress, showing progress, fill the room with plastic words and leave a self-shaped hole, and you make it up on the spot, push against with all your strength, bulletproof and magical, like a uniform.
Track Name: Backseat
Hey, you've got corduroys
you've got corduroys
cut, cut, cut, cut those corduroys
show your legs, cut them pants
cut, cut, cut, cut your corduroys
I walked all the way home
I walked all the way home to you
I walked all the way home (dressed for yesterday's weather)
home…

Hey, cut them pants
don't run with scissors
cut, cut, cut, cut and show those legs
show your legs, cut them pants
You've got to show your legs
I walked all the way home
I walked all the way home to you
I walked all the way home (dressed for yesterday's weather)
home…
Track Name: Whistleblower Syndrome
I did it all, I did everything that I was told yeah
I did it all, I did, I believed it, I was sold yeah
I saw it all, I saw everything that was goin on yeah
I saw it all, I saw everything that was goin wrong yeah

Now I got something –
I got whistleblower syndrome, and no one ever calls;
I got whistleblower syndrome, and I’m lookin for a job. (Again)

I did it all, I did everything till I didn’t do it no more
I saw it all, I saw the same fuckin thing that everybody else saw
I told you, I told you, don’t make me pick up the phone no
I told you, I told you, don’t make me go it alone no

Now I got something to say –
I told you so, I told you so, I told you so, I told you so
I told you so! I told you so! I told you so! I told you so!
I TOLD YOU SO! I TOLD YOU SO!
I TOLD YOU SO!! I TOLD YOU SO!!
I TOLD YOU SO!!! I TOLD YOU SO!!!
I TOLD YOU SO!!!! I TOLD YOU SO!!!!

I got whistleblower syndrome, and no one ever calls,
I got whistleblower syndrome, and I’m lookin for a job. (Call me)