Into An Animal Together

by Graham Repulski

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released July 19, 2011

All songs by Graham Repulski C 2011 All Tens Music
Except 14, 18 co-written by Pete C 2011 All Tens Music

Graham: Vocals, Guitars, Etc.
Mitch: Vocals, Guitars, Bass
Jane: Vocals, Other Stuff
Steve: Bass


Tracks 1, 2, 12, 15, 20, 21, 24 recorded at National Milk
Tracks 3, 18, 23 recorded at Big Empty Room
Tracks 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 16, 19, 22, 23 recorded at The Used Screw
Tracks 10, 11, 13, 14, 17 recorded at Tacoma Noise

All tracks recorded on 4-track cassette tape
All tracks mastered by Todd Tobias
Artwork by Shawnelle

Special thanks: Jane, Robin, Pete, Dick Wanst, Shawnelle

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Track Name: Burnt Bootleg Antiquity
A resounding echo from the crowd
Clean it clear and send it into wow
Taking off from runway stadium
Little rocket blows up in the sun

When I looked out on the alleyway
The centuries on fire were painted gold
I wanna know I'm the only one

And though the crown was crumbling into dust
In burnt bootleg antiquity we trust
Purists often knee-deep in the slums
Sixty-second dispatches undone

When I looked out on the avenue
The centuries on fire were painted gold
I wanna know I'm the only one
Track Name: Funny Girls
When the early bird sits awake at the window
Riding high on some bullshit cloud
I will scratch my name in someone else's mistake
Because today was a sickening drag

And since I'm not myself
I just couldn't find you
I'd save it for some hell
But I just couldn't lie to you

Oh, I could climb the walls
I could spit out the rejects
I don't know if I wanna glow
I will wrap my legs
'round the arms of the elders
I am busting with vim and brains

And if I go to sleep
I'll run off the edges
And feelings that may creep
I hope to regret them
Track Name: Graphic Blvd.
I will build the great escape
Melody nails in my hand
Looking back is self respect
I don't know why

Got a girl, but she's insane
It's too late to call or judge
On this trail of treason now
She's a long way from here
Track Name: Paper World
After all the knives are used up
And the nights are safely dead
And after all the egos have been bruised up
And kids, awake in shaky beds

A pretty cake to bake
Some Christmas cards to write
I'm innocent and I'm awake
And I'm your favorite whirl
Track Name: Cheap Nic
Grandfather's grubby little hands
Have swallowed empty metal notes
Now chewing on our brains

Sentimental dopes - we can make it
Shout out loud

I see you are not amused by
Sentimental dopes
We can make it
Shout out loud
Track Name: Mongrel Pie
For all deliveries to the fidgeting droves
Outside the waiting room
What's in front of you?
I don't know

The oldest bombs explode
In watchful eyes
How 'bout it now?
Oh no, mongrel pie

She was divided and we were separately sold
None more delighted in paper monuments, old

Congratulate ourselves
For childish looks
Another drowning moll
On her own hook
Track Name: Heavy Metal Ally
I may be a lot of things now
And my late confessions don't mean shit
(Threat of everything)

My stretched connections overwhelm you
Heavy metal allies never quit
When decided

No one waits for you
No one weeps for you

The enthusiastic hard-on universal
Do the wrecking bar
(It was raised today)

My past transgressions creep with death wish
If I had the nerve to have a heart
We could break it

No one waits for you
No one weeps for you
Track Name: A Gruesome Pocket
A gruesome pocket of unused saints
One point for the confused
One pint for the contained
I'm not doing very well

A locomotive, derailed and late
I won't wait for the excuse
I won't wait for the refrain
I'm not doing very well
Track Name: Bulletproof Skull
I wanna be alleviated of all the arrangements and hopes
Sent from the skies on happy little lies
Demented, but empty as smoke

And of the hog tie in her hands,
Staring down the impish clown,
Believing now in a hollowed-out disgrace?
Yay!

In greying gardens, the children had a fight
With moneymen oiled up to dance
Striking the strings of happy little wings
He's granted the senseless a chance

And of the hog tie in her hands,
Staring down the wedding gown,
Believing now in a hollowed-out disgrace?
Yay!
Track Name: Of Flaccidity And Shame, Pts. I & II
There is a man
Who walks on his hands
And talks up his plans
He's mastering tricks
Taking a piss
On innocent bliss
Dismissed and blown
By the old bored wandering dog
He's sniffing around
In a world of my own
But I've got to get lit
I've got some things to believe

My life will never catch up with me
Track Name: Dim Undertones
Beautiful grus
Born to be zeus
Now we're from separate skies
So why harvest blanks in a safety crutch?

I guess the girls would never fake
I guess the girls would never fade away

Pissin' around
I smell like I sound
I'm gonna set it up right
So I've sung this song under brighter night

I guess the girls would never fake
I guess the girls would never fade away
Track Name: Atomic Turd (Slightly Beautiful)
Did it fly into the wishing pie?
Did it land in slippery teenage hands?
The burning hand of busted speech
In certain limbo off the streets
And all the dope that's fit to smoke
Is slopping out a velvet teat
Track Name: At The Pain Olympics
In the sand, there's a mountain
And it bleeds into song
Where our haunted mothers cry
Where our haunted mothers cry

It shakes the ex-god
Of his touching derangement
And sucks his little ego dry
Sucks his little ego dry

Because I've got gasoline
I got no in-between
If ever I get stoned about it:
Ground up the celibate sluts
Pound it out and nobody comes

And the pain she abandoned,
In a brain with the sand and crying,
Echoes the refrain
Crying, echoes the refrain

Because I've got gasoline
I got no in-between
If ever I get stoned about it:
Round up the celibate sluts
Pound it out and nobody comes
Track Name: Crunch Year
Churchill above
Windsor below
The tearing of pages from hearts that you know

And maiden within
And maiden without
High on some bullshit but coming around
It's coming around

Under the gun
Consider it done
As soon as no anthems are left in our lungs

And nobody's right
And nobody's wrong
But everyone knows that it's taking too long
It's taking too long

I'm not dumb - it's everybody else
Expecting nonetheless
I'm no fool - there's nothing I could do
And we all make our own mess
Track Name: Hullabaloo
Looking back on loaded lines
Do you cry,
Do you crawl,
Or do you reach for the sky?

Little mopers grope for the gag
Of sullen pricks' adrenaline skag
Peering in through peepholes of late:
All I want is dead

Father sellout
Round and round in the bowl
Cleaned the dull out
Copped a feel for your soul

Hearing "Crystal"
Mind over pud
Paradise and puddles of Bud
Dead to rights and honest to Zod:
All I want is dead
Track Name: Sundowners
After the teenage weekends and creamy friends: the sounded gun
Everything swept away like a big mistake

Now hear the battle cry of an old drunk guy - it sounded dumb
Carefully crept in bed like a wounded kid
In the shit you're in

I'm all used up
I'm all used up
I'm all used up

Forget the things we said
And get the kids to bed
Track Name: Tin Radio Excuses
This is where the final stones are thrown
In case you don't remember where we been
The thunderbird of numbers has got to go

Sometimes we go home

Gassed up on the blacktop
Hot shots sing tin radio excuses all over and
We radiate the stations through our bones

Sometimes we go home