pg.99
Document #3Split with Reactor No. 7
Released on 7" on April 22, 1999 by Robodog Records/Catechism Records (Robo 001/Cat 003)
Test Pressing: 3 on black vinyl
First Pressing: 1,000 vinyls (350 on opaque white, 650 on black)
Recorded in the cold October air sometime in 1998 in basements by T.L. Smoot and John Evans
Produced by Scott Howard, Styles, T.L. Smoot, and Jeff Kane
Artwork by Chris Taylor and Chad Middleton
PG.99/a noise piece...mary get your knife
Remember the time they followed a safe distance.
It was a safe distance, and the beating never stopped.
The beaten, the barren, the prosperous, the people, burned, drowned, died,
They all died, in silence.
PG.99/the longer now
Staring into the blank
Into a non-linear hole,
It sucks you down
It expands you inside yourself
A parallel paradox converges upon this spot.
That explains what?
Mottled sky over the Garden of Eden floods the sacred habitat-
For the first time why weren't we spoon fed that tale?
Does it matter that nothing is solved,
The politics of the few are the death of us all;
Subtle warfare is the worst
But the only kind we can stand,
So astound me with your whirs and clicks
And I think I'll just sit here and shit myself wide-eyed
Because I love you so much.
REACTOR NO. 7/secret of the woods
Reston Crew, back again,
South Lakes High, where we attend
Favorite sweaters in hand, we march to the store
Every Friday night is a brand new bore
Reston Crew, ready to attack,
Ice cream buddies, got your back
Reston Crew, trying to do what's right
Always keeping the sewers within our sights
11 'o clock, checkin' in with the moms,
Ten minutes later IT'S SODA BOMBS!
In the creek, our secret lies,
In the creek, we will survive
Audobon, where our tubes do hover,
Audobon, our dirty mother
REACTOR NO. 7/openings
Tears for ourselves, (what we can do to ourselves)
When friends are all we have, (what we can do to ourselves)
My fingers, my wrist
Some clicks, some control
My soul's in the sand, your face in the waves
I try to come to you,
But every time...I drown
Can't you see these tears?
What's been taught for years
Has filled me with these fears
We've clouded up our clear
All we can hope to do is to hold hands
(But you don't understand, you can't understand)
Segmentation fault, cause it's all my...
Segmentation fault, cause it's all my...
Segmentation fault, cause it's all my...
Segmentation it's all my...UNITY (fault)
BLAH BLAH
See the point is that too many people have already sung these songs
And are probably sick and tired of pretending to enjoy them
So you stand around with these cheezy smiles of your faces
(and trust I've seen them before)
And you look at each others' eyes
Thinking who might have more faith,
Yes, it feels good to be loved,
But I'd rather be dead,
Than to keep singing songs that are about as meaningless......
AS YOUR DUMB LITTLE PRAYERS AND AS STUPID AS YOUR TINY LIFE!
And the song goes on la la la la I'm happy yeah!
Current Lineup:
Blake Midgette
Chris Taylor
Mike Taylor
Mike Casto
George Crum
T.L. Smoot
Johnny Ward
Jeff Kane
