Adam Attax "Dancing On The Ashes" EP (ZWR024)
Released: 11/29/2011 (FREE DOWNLOAD)

1. Three Cheers for Revolution (3:51)
2. Rise Above (3:39)
3. Desert Plain (2:47)
4. Kung Fu (2:48)
5. Hail Hail America! (2:33)
6. Woh Woh (3:42)

 

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Adam Attax
Vocals, Guitars
 
 
 
 
 
  Produced by Adam Attax and Ryan VanderVegt.

Recorded and mixed summer 2011 by Ryan VanderVegt at his house and the Moo studios, Seattle, WA.

Trumpet on "Desert Plain" by Jack Love.
Additional Vocals on "Kung Fu" and "Hail Hail America!" by Ryan VanderVegt.

Music and lyrics by Adam Attax.
All songs published Psycho Cinema Death Circuit (ASCAP) 2011.

Album layout and design by Adam.
Cover photo by Teresa Meheliuk.
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Three Cheers for Revolution

Drinking like a fish cus the world we know has come and gone
Grab the seed the guns and don’t forget your lady
We’ve gotta get the hell outta here
Heading for the hills, gonna leave this world burned to the ground
3 cheers for revolution!
3 cheers for apathy!

Don’t wanna live, don’t wanna die
Without seeing the revolution live
I wanna riot, I wanna pillage
Set fire to palaces
Who will be the last few to walk the earth with me?
When it all goes down you better be ready!

3 cheers for revolution!
3 cheers for apathy!
3 cheers for revolution!
Don’t know where we’re goin’, we’ll find our way somehow!

I’m waiting for the end of, the end of electricity
When we take a healthy dose of reality
The systems we’ve created can’t go on sustainably
Humanity the parasite, rotting the apple

3 cheers for revolution
3 cheers for apathy
3 cheers for revolution
Don’t know where we’re goin’, we’ll find our way somehow

I wanna live in a simple world where I reap and sow what I can produce
And I’m sleepin’ with my shotgun pumped cus I just witnessed the end of the world
Spring is here and we’ll be fine, we’ll start our own identity,
We’ll write our own history, everything’ll be fine, we’ll figure it out!

3 cheers for revolution
3 cheers for apathy
3 cheers for revolution
Don’t know where we’re going, we’ll find our way somehow

   
   
 

Rise Above

When you’ve lost all you know to the games that’s been played
When your hand is all folded, you’re beaten with shame
When your spirits’ been broken and all that you’ve got
Is the cigarettes in your pocket and clothes on your back

Rise above broken dreams
Rise above poisoned well
Rise above twist of fate
Rise above painful hell

When the bottles are empty, you’ve hit the floor
And you can’t kill this pain that’s just eatin’ you alive
There’s no pills, there’s nothing to hold you up now
And you’re left all alone to dwell in this hell

Rise above broken dreams
Rise above poisoned well
Rise above twist of fate
Rise above painful hell

When you’ve crawled the walls ‘til the sun comes out and
There’s no way out ‘cept a slow suicide
And the lifestyle you live is just faster than light
And life feels like a cigarette burning out
When you’ve beaten yourself
To a bloody pulp with questions not answers to this paradigm
And your hands are all bloodied from punching walls
You think you’ve reached the end of the road

Rise above broken dreams
Rise above poisoned well
Rise above twist of fate
Rise above painful hell rise above

   
   
 

Desert Plain

Let’s take a ride
We’ll take a fall
We’ll go dancing on a desert plain
Let’s get away
We’ll go real far yeah
We’ll go dancing in the desert rain

Search and you’ll find, you’ll find a brand new way
Wait for a brand new day

Let’s take a trip
We’ll fly away
We’ll go dancing on a desert moon
Let’s ride the rails
We’ll go real far yeah
We’ll go dancing on a rollercoaster train

Search and you’ll find, you’ll find a brand new way
Wait for a brand new day
On a desert plain

   
   
 

Kung Fu

Blow your mind
Doin’ the best I can
Blow your mind
What’s your hidden plan?
We want action
We want the truth
We want some celebration
Dance on the ashes and
Burn all the lies
Burn them all in celebration!
Blow your mind
Doing the best I can
Blow your mind
What’s your hidden plan?

Blow your mind
Doing the best I can
Blow your mind
Unveil your hidden plan!
We are the reaction
We’ll find the truth
We’ll have a celebration
Break down the walls
Leave them all behind
Burn them all in celebration!
Blow your mind
Doin’ the best I can
Blow your mind
Extinguish your plans!

We will fight you
We will break you
And dance on your blood
We will find you
Desecrate you
We will unmask you
Blow your mind
Dig your own grave
Blow your mind
Whose side are you on?

   
   
 

Hail Hail America!

They came from the east, the west, the north, and the south
They came for a better life
They came here for freedom
They joined the unions and fought for workers’ rights

Hail hail America
Made with union pride
Hail hail America
Don’t you tread on me!

This country was built by strong-handed unions
But times have certainly changed
Take away your rights and ship them all overseas
Is this the American dream?

Hail hail America,
Land of corporate greed
Hail hail America
Don’t point your finger at me?

You know, the more things change
The more things stay the same
And when did by the people for the people become
By the corporate greed for the corporate need?
Well I may not have a trust fund but I still need to eat and breathe
This message has been brought to you by the good ole U. S. of A.
Bought and paid for by the highest bidder

Hail hail America
Land of corporate greed
Hail hail America
Don’t point your guns at me!

Ain’t getting better for the workin’ man
Ain’t getting better for you and me
Ain’t getting better for the union man
Ain’t getting better for you and me

   
   
 

Woh Woh

And I sit at the edge
And I reflect on the consequence
Of mindless self indulgence
And the brief insanity
And I sit on the edge of my regret
Hanging on by a lonely thread
Dancing in moonlit
Mirror balls burning

And I sing woh woh
Sit and watch the world fucking dying!
And I sing woh woh
I realize it’s got to get better than this!

And I sit on the brink of discovering
That space and time don’t mean a thing
Barely hanging onto
Right here right now
And the finity of absolution
Seeking out the truth
In late night rendezvous
Hall of fame, pills, and booze

And I sing woh woh
Sit and watch the world fucking dying
And I sing woh woh
Can’t find the button to push reset

   
 

 

 

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