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Sub>>Conformist "Books Not Bombs" LP
(ZWR020)
Released: 04/26/2011
| 1. Guns Don't Kill People, Parents Do (2:36) |
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| 2. Suburban Refugee (2:46) |
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| 3. Attitude (1:23) |
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| 4. Books Not Bombs (3:35) |
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| 5. Punk Rock Stars (Live) (4:09) |
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| 6. Guns Don't Kill People, Parents Do (Live) (2:58) |
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| 7. Homeless Song (Spare Change) (Live) (3:51) |
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| 8. You're So Hip (Live) (2:16) |
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| 9. Suburban Refugee (Live) (2:24) |
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| 10. Attitude (Live) (1:41) |
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| 11. Love and Pain (Live) (4:27) |
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| 12. Killing Sean (Live) (1:45) |
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| 13. She's the Man (Live) (2:51) |
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| 14. Sub>>Conformist (Live) (3:08) |
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| 15. Books Not Bombs (Live) (4:26) |
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Troy "boy" Vaught
Lead Vocals, Lead Bass |
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Conformist
Bass, Backing Vocals |
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Produced
by Sub>>Conformist and Aaron Ward.
Tracks 1 - 4 recorded in San Diego, CA, Summer 2003.
Tracks 5 - 15 recorded live at at The Epicentre (Mira Mesa, CA) on 04-15-2003.
Additional editing and mastering on all tracks by Aaron Ward
at ZenWhisper Studios (McMinnville, OR), March 2011.
Music and lyrics written by Troy Vaught. Published ZenWhisper 2011 (ASCAP).
*Except "Attitude" written by Glenn Danzig. Published Evilive Music.
Artwork by Troy "boy" Vaught.
Album layout by Aaron Ward and Troy "boy" Vaught. |
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Guns Don't Kill People, Parents Do
Mikey went to school today
Mikey brought his gun
Mikey wants to play
Mikey shot a kid dead in his face
Daddy would be disappointed; you couldn't mount it that way
Why don't we blame mommy and daddy this time
The ones who gave him life; taught him wrong from right
I guess daddy never really hung him enough
But daddy gave him a gun
Work hard; move to the suburbs, to get away from me
But what you're doing is so much worse, to your family
Neglect your two and a half children for far too long
You're trying to protect them and they're what's so wrong |
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Suburban Refugee
Tuck you in tight, kiss you good night
You're mamma doesn't know just were you're going
Tuck you in tight, kiss you good night
You're mamma doesn't know were your off to
Running down the street, were your friend will meet
Gonna go to the punk show tonight
Running down the street, were your friend will meet
Gonna hop the bus to the show tonight
It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, were you came from
It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, all that matters is were your going
Doesn't matter were you came from, not about the close that you wear
It's about what's inside your head, not the color of you r hair
We wear a chip on our shoulders like we are the rightful owners
But we are not the first and we wont be the last
We were just like them, we were just like them
We wear a chip on our shoulders like we are the rightful owners
But we are not the first and we wont be the last
We were just like them, we were just like |
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Books Not Bombs
When they say were going to war
Guess what they don't mean we
They mean they're going to send our children
And they're gonna do it with our money
We can't afford to pay our teachers
Have decent books for kids to read
But then we are willing to spend 80 billion dollars
For a war we don't need
I am a victim of the public schooling system
God bless america
I am a victim of the public schooling system
Books not bombs
Keep us dumb keep us dumb
So we don't know right from wrong
Keep us dumb keep us dumb
So we like their bombs
We heard that children are our future
So we use their money for defense
To keep them away from anything that could hurt them
And in return we give them ignorance |
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Punk Rock Stars
I don't know why my girl friend left me
Maybe its my annoying voice, or being such a pussy
We ruined punk rock you know, we bought all the close
Spiked our hair, and fucked all the shows
What the fuck are you doing here?
Pretend to understand this, then you call me queer
You're just pop music with tattoos
Told MTV you're punk rock, that must make it true
I hope your pretty house burns down, I hope you're girlfriend dies
You want a reason baby, Ill give you a reason to cry
I hate punk rock stars
I hate punk rock stars
I hate punk rock stars
I hate punk rock stars
What the fuck are you doing here?
Pretend to understand this, then you call me weird
You're just pop music with tattoos
Told MTV you're punk rock, that must make it true |
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Guns Don't Kill People, Parents Do
Mikey went to school today
Mikey brought his gun
Mikey wants to play
Mikey shot a kid dead in his face
Daddy would be disappointed; you couldn't mount it that way
Why don't we blame mommy and daddy this time
The ones who gave him life; taught him wrong from right
I guess daddy never really hung him enough
But daddy gave him a gun
Work hard; move to the suburbs, to get away from me
But what you're doing is so much worse, to your family
Neglect your two and a half children for far too long
You're trying to protect them and they're what's so wrong |
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Homeless Song (Spare Change)
Don't put your hand out, They'll smack it down
Nobody wants to see you around
Don't put your hand, they'll smack it down
They don't give a shit about your fuckin' frown
He just wants to get some street medication
Got kicked out 20 years ago from our reganomics
His buddy over there, he's got a case of shell shock
All american hero, drafted to Vietnam
When did we become so self-righteous?
Who give a shit what he does with the pocket change he gets
When did we become so self-righteous?
You've got a TV with cable
Drive around in your own car
A roof hanging over your head
Doing good so far
You might not have gotten everything you ever asked for
Have you ever tried snuggling up
To newspapers on the floor
You think your life's so fucked up
You think it's gone all wrong
You think you're dealing with it well
Think you're being strong
Remember some ones always got it worse than you could think
Remember that the next time you think you deserve that next drink |
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You're So Hip
Call me a faggot like it's a disease
Mindin' my own business walking down the street
Subject to your brutality
Just because I don't match TV screen, just because I don't match the magazines
Just because I don't match MTV
You're so hip
What I wear today, could get me beat up
In a couple of months, you'll be eatin' it up
What I wear today, could get me beat up
In a couple of months, you'll be eatin it up
Call me a faggot like it's a disease
It must be contagious cause you look like me
As soon as its painted on your TV screen
As soon as its OK'd by MTV |
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Suburban Refugee
Tuck you in tight, kiss you good night
You're mamma doesn't know just were you're going
Tuck you in tight, kiss you good night
You're mamma doesn't know were your off to
Running down the street, were your friend will meet
Gonna go to the punk show tonight
Running down the street, were your friend will meet
Gonna hop the bus to the show tonight
It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, were you came from
It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, all that matters is were your going
Doesn't matter were you came from, not about the close that you wear
It's about what's inside your head, not the color of you r hair
We wear a chip on our shoulders like we are the rightful owners
But we are not the first and we wont be the last
We were just like them, we were just like them
We wear a chip on our shoulders like we are the rightful owners
But we are not the first and we wont be the last
We were just like them, we were just like |
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Killing Sean
I fell in love with Sean's girl
She means the whole world
Could never look him again in the eye
So I guess tonight Sean has to die
Gonna get a shovel, gonna get a bag of lime
Gotta bury my best friend under the house tonight
I fell in love with Sean's girl
She means the whole world
Could never look him again in the eye
So I guess tonight Sean has to die |
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Sub>>Conformist
Ain't gonna change the world the world daddy
I just ran out of shit to do
I've got a piece of this world
Gonna do with it, what I choose
Two basses one drum kit, some people think that we are being stupid
Two basses one drum kit, were gonna take it back to the basics
I thought this was about doing something different
Not conforming to the crowd, not being a sub-conformist
Sub-conformist, it became a dirty word to me
Sub-conformist, don't were it with pride
Ain't gonna change the world the world daddy
I just ran out of shit to do
I've got a piece of this world
Gonna do with it, what I choose
Two basses one drum kit, some people think that we are being stupid
Two basses one drum kit, were gonna take it back to the basics
Sub-conformist, it became a dirty word to me
Sub-conformist, don't were it with pride
I thought this was about doing something different
Not conforming to the crowd, not being a sub-conformist
Sub-conformist, it became a dirty word to me
Sub-conformist, don't were it with pride
Sub-conformist, it became a dirty word to me
Sub-conformist, don't were it with pride |
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Books Not Bombs
When they say were going to war
Guess what they don't mean we
They mean they're going to send our children
And they're gonna do it with our money
We can't afford to pay our teachers
Have decent books for kids to read
But then we are willing to spend 80 billion dollars
For a war we don't need
I am a victim of the public schooling system
God bless america
I am a victim of the public schooling system
Books not bombs
Keep us dumb keep us dumb
So we don't know right from wrong
Keep us dumb keep us dumb
So we like their bombs
We heard that children are our future
So we use their money for defense
To keep them away from anything that could hurt them
And in return we give them ignorance |
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