DOMESPLITTER
by Direct Hit!
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Satan Says
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Monster In The Closet
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Kingdom Come
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Boredom Addict
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Failed Invasion
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We Are Alone
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Living Dead
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In Orbit
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They Came For Me
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credits
released 02 August 2011
Guitar - Nick Woods
Drums - Danny Walkowiak
Bass - Robbie Schroeder
Everything Else - Nick Woods, Mike Esser, Kyle Booth, Devon Kay, Alex Freeman, Dylan Brown, Steve Hameister, Kyle Jaco, Patrick Talaska, Troy England, Jessi Nakles, Sean Yori, Shane Olivo, Nick Berg, Peter Woods, Jake Witter, Pat Kirk, Jason Kalsow
MUSIC BY DIRECT HIT - LYRICS BY NICK WOODS
RECORDED & MIXED BY SHANE OLIVO AT BOBBY PERU'S DICK DEN, MILWAUKEE, WIS. - WINTER 2011
COVER/ARTISTRY BY DEAD MEAT
MASTERED BY ALAN DOUCHES AT WEST WEST SIDE
ADDITIONAL MATERIAL RECORDED IN MADISON, WIS. AT BULLHEAD STUDIO BY JESSE GANTZ, AND AT TRAILING EDGE STUDIOS BY KEVIN PECKHAM
FUCK YOU (...for ever being in this band):
Jackson Fothergill, Brian Peoplis, Layne Knutson, Kyle Urban, Logan Stang, Chris Gandolfo, Peter Woods, Jake Witter, Zach Rapport, Kyle Stembaugh, Alex Hill, Chris Hippensteel, and Mike Esser
FUCK YOU (...for buying tapes):
Christopher "Fuck F. Scott Fitzgerald" Bowser, Casey "Magic Man" White, Erin "Bitchtits" Calloway, Jonathan "guy with Direct Hit tattoo" Juneau, Joe "Lemmyface" Briggs, Timothy "Preston" Ziegler, Dan Cofer (America's Favorite Radio Personality), Nasty Nate, Kamal Hiresh, Brett Shumaker, Brandon Fiorella, Archie Powell, Jenna Bassi, Isaac Tyler, Kristen Strok, Nate Hyle, Shannon Mendt, Josh Stoyak, Gary Morin, Dmitri Herreman, Dave Fucking Matthews, Kev Fenton, Eric & Naila Sanchez, Phillip Alfonso, Zach Boronczyk, Mark K!, Melissa Guion, Coleman Krietemeyer, AK Remington, David Siffert, Dustin Louis, Casey Van Antwerp, Karel Geuens, Sarah Grossman, Robby Korzekwa, Aaron Veenstra, Justin B. Thompson, Petey-Pie Park, Zak Balash, Joe Stainke!, Eric Muth, Matt Campasano, Monumental Tracks, Tim Toomey, C.M. Dugan, J.J. Hameister, Abbytron, Andrew, Julian!, Fowler, and ultra_lazer. Hilarious.
FUCK YOU (...for sucking):
Tit Patrol, Liarbirds, Bust!, Noise Noise Noise, Tattle Tales, Manix, Masked Intruder, Gusto, Transgressions, American Dead, Tit Patrol, DrManhattan, Mixtapes, Devon Kay & The Solutions, Get The Fuck Out, and Friendship Fortress
Guitar - Nick Woods
Drums - Danny Walkowiak
Bass - Robbie Schroeder
Everything Else - Nick Woods, Mike Esser, Kyle Booth, Devon Kay, Alex Freeman, Dylan Brown, Steve Hameister, Kyle Jaco, Patrick Talaska, Troy England, Jessi Nakles, Sean Yori, Shane Olivo, Nick Berg, Peter Woods, Jake Witter, Pat Kirk, Jason Kalsow
MUSIC BY DIRECT HIT - LYRICS BY NICK WOODS
RECORDED & MIXED BY SHANE OLIVO AT BOBBY PERU'S DICK DEN, MILWAUKEE, WIS. - WINTER 2011
COVER/ARTISTRY BY DEAD MEAT
MASTERED BY ALAN DOUCHES AT WEST WEST SIDE
ADDITIONAL MATERIAL RECORDED IN MADISON, WIS. AT BULLHEAD STUDIO BY JESSE GANTZ, AND AT TRAILING EDGE STUDIOS BY KEVIN PECKHAM
FUCK YOU (...for ever being in this band):
Jackson Fothergill, Brian Peoplis, Layne Knutson, Kyle Urban, Logan Stang, Chris Gandolfo, Peter Woods, Jake Witter, Zach Rapport, Kyle Stembaugh, Alex Hill, Chris Hippensteel, and Mike Esser
FUCK YOU (...for buying tapes):
Christopher "Fuck F. Scott Fitzgerald" Bowser, Casey "Magic Man" White, Erin "Bitchtits" Calloway, Jonathan "guy with Direct Hit tattoo" Juneau, Joe "Lemmyface" Briggs, Timothy "Preston" Ziegler, Dan Cofer (America's Favorite Radio Personality), Nasty Nate, Kamal Hiresh, Brett Shumaker, Brandon Fiorella, Archie Powell, Jenna Bassi, Isaac Tyler, Kristen Strok, Nate Hyle, Shannon Mendt, Josh Stoyak, Gary Morin, Dmitri Herreman, Dave Fucking Matthews, Kev Fenton, Eric & Naila Sanchez, Phillip Alfonso, Zach Boronczyk, Mark K!, Melissa Guion, Coleman Krietemeyer, AK Remington, David Siffert, Dustin Louis, Casey Van Antwerp, Karel Geuens, Sarah Grossman, Robby Korzekwa, Aaron Veenstra, Justin B. Thompson, Petey-Pie Park, Zak Balash, Joe Stainke!, Eric Muth, Matt Campasano, Monumental Tracks, Tim Toomey, C.M. Dugan, J.J. Hameister, Abbytron, Andrew, Julian!, Fowler, and ultra_lazer. Hilarious.
FUCK YOU (...for sucking):
Tit Patrol, Liarbirds, Bust!, Noise Noise Noise, Tattle Tales, Manix, Masked Intruder, Gusto, Transgressions, American Dead, Tit Patrol, DrManhattan, Mixtapes, Devon Kay & The Solutions, Get The Fuck Out, and Friendship Fortress
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Direct Hit is a band from Milwaukee, Wis. and Chicago, Ill. Nick, Danny, Robbie and Devon are the "official" members, but our friends Andy, Kyle, and Steve fill in at shows a lot too. We have 5 digital-only EPs on the internet somewhere that we released ourselves. A lot of those songs are on DOMESPLITTER, which Kind Of Like Records released in 2011. We've also released five split 7"s. High five! ... more
shows
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Jun 27Baltimore, MD
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Jul 08Waco, TX
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Jul 19Seattle, WA
discography
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Oct 2012 -
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Nov 2011 -
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Mar 2011 -
Dec 2010
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- Track Name: Snickers Or Reese's (Pick Up The Pieces)
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I'm looking out for falling knives and bricks, becuase I heard you've got a bone to pick with me / Now I can't sleep cause I'm worried sick that I'll wake up with an icepick in my brain / Keeping the door locked might keep you away, but I dunno if it's gonna keep me sane when I have pills just to make it to the end of the day
And so my bed's got a handgun underneath, I've got a suicide pill in between my teeth, I've got a 6-inch blade for my own relief / And I've got nothing but your letters in the mail to keep me up at night planning how I'll get out alive if you decide that's enough and now it's time I die
If you break in tonight, this is what I'll cry: 2, 3, 4, no no oh don't break down the door
So why can't we pick up the pieces? Why can't just everybody make up, take a break til the tension decreases? Just practice, treat it like a break up? Why can't we smooth out the creases? I don't wanna go to bed and never wake up
I'm looking out for the pieces of your mind you feed to me when you feel like wasting time / Not that they work how you want, like cyanide, strychnine, mustard gas, or any poison in kind, because I keep every bottle I've got underneath my kitchen sink full to the brim of the antidote, see / Take a chill pill, take a single second to breathe, and you might see it's not worth taking a hatchet to me
So why can't we pick up the pieces? Why can't just everybody make up, take a break til the tension decreases? Just practice, treat it like a break up? Why can't we smooth out the creases? I don't wanna go to bed and never wake up
You've gotta find some way to cut this out, cause I don't wanna hear it, never again, not now / My heart beats harder when you're around / It's not a matter of holier-than-thou
But it's a fact your temper ceases when you enact blood sugar increases / And it ain't helping you to hear these speeches / So maybe all you need are Snickers or Reese's - Track Name: Satan Says
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You've gotta stay away / I've got a voice inside my head that doesn't wanna play with you tonight / My calendar's blocked off for days / Just him and I alone, we're drawing plays for ways to take the cake
But he won't ever sleep, so this won't take much more time
Look, I got a lot to say, but not to you, not yet / There's gotta be a better way for me to skin this cat / And now I'm another day behind on catching up with my friend deep inside my crooked head
No, he won't stop until I'm dead - That's the only way to make him leave
He gives me super powers like the wizards in "Twin Towers" / Big thanks for the vase of flowers - Sure I've got ten minutes, but it's not for hours / We're aligning planets too / That's how you call Cthulu / No I'm not lying to you / Wait a goddamn minute, don't push the issue
You've gotta stay away / Cause I've gotta use this place in a way that your mind won't erase / If you witness it, no saving grace will deliver you from dreams that always end in screams, and leave you paralyzed inside your mind chock full of lies / It won't be clean and organized, it won't be neat or undisguised / In fact it's best if you're baptized if you surmise you'll be surprised by thighs cut up and thrown aside with knives at least two inches wide / This time go, or I'll pluck out your eyes and fry them up for me to dine on
We'll fall 10,000 feet, and it's you who's coming with
He gives me super powers like the wizards in "Twin Towers" / Big thanks for the vase of flowers - Sure I've got ten minutes, but it's not for hours / We're aligning planets too / That's how you call Cthulu / No I'm not lying to you / Wait a goddamn minute, don't push the issue - Track Name: Monster In The Closet
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Hey hey, I got a monster in the closet / The door's open even though I tried to lock it / His teeth are long, he's gonna eat me today / No matter what you say, I won't be OK, so there / Hey hey, won't you just turn out your pocket, and give me something I can put up on the docket / A simple strategy for fighting it back / It's not like talking to it nice is gonna put it on track
Just a stick or a broom that'll help me get it out of the room / I don't wanna meet my own doom tonight
So hey, just help me out - Lend me shotgun please for just one round
Hey hey, I got a monster in the closet / We used some tape and now we're hoping that'll block it / Must be a gate into another dimension, and now I feel like a moderator in a detention / Oh yeah I'm, hey hey, just a picture in a locket now that it's gone and tore my bones out of their sockets / A solemn memory for those who knew best, but for the monster in the closet, I wasn't even a test
So why couldn't you loan me a little help of your own / You couldn't even look in the room to make sure
So hey, just help me out - Lend me a shotgun please for just one round / Hey, just help me out - Lend me an 8-gauge please, put it in my mouth
Well I called, I called your name out loud / You never came, and it was just the bones they found / It didn't leave a single but of meat, not enough for positive police ID / And now I'm gone, gone, gone - Don't you regret never giving me the time you said you'd spend sitting by my crackpot ass in bed
So hey, just help me out - Lend me a shotgun please for just one round / Hey, just help me out - Lend me an 8-gauge please, put it in my mouth - Track Name: Kingdom Come
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Well there's a factory that buys my daily bread / I thought I'd go and fill the management so full lead - They wouldn't go and take the moments that I had, and so I shot him in the head
Before I knew it, there were sirens in the driveway blaring louder than the radio / And so resolved to solve the situation with a pipe bomb, and blew them all to kingdom come
Keys in the door / Keys in ignition / I don't know where I'm going, I don't know the mission / Keys in the door / Keys in ignition / I don't know where I'm going, probably to prison - Track Name: Boredom Addict
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Well we've been sitting all around here for a couple of days / And we've been staring at the sun because we like it / And we've been sitting all around here, sitting round getting blazed because the boredom's just so bad that we can't fight it
And we've been wondering when the highlights and cartoons'll come on / Yeah we've been wondering just when they will come on / Wondering how we're gonna turn all of this into a song - Track Name: Failed Invasion
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Well we've been holding on for hours hoping that they'll call us back / Yeah we were holding on and hoping they would call / We sat captive in the flowers with our radios in tact / We left our AK47s near the wall
Yeah we were here protecting nations, women, children from invasion / Usually we just felt useless above all / Every meeting's a vacation, never made it to the station for an infiltration / Yeah, we're still too small
So tell me why can't we learn to get along? And tell me, why are we always on the run? / Pretty sure this club is failing / Haven't made the headlines yet / So tell me, do you know if this invasion's set?
We've sat silent in libraries, drunk tanks, traffic jams and attics more than spaceships in the sky above our walls / Makes me think they just aren't coming, wasting time's better than running / That's what we've all told ourselves, if just to stall / But we've been holding on for decades hoping that they'd call us back / But I just don't think that that call's ever gonna come / We sit captive in these flowers, picking asscracks, picking boogers, and I gotta say everybody, this ain't fun
Maybe we should think of somewhere else to go / Or maybe I should think about just going solo / I'm tired of just waiting, contemplating masturbating / With my brain might be a better way to go - Track Name: We Are Alone
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Now that we're alone, why don't you tell me your name? / I've got a plan to get us out, and they won't catch us if you do what I say / Well there's a hole in the wall of my cell / We're crawling in and going through the sewer pipe before we both run like hell
We left the bodies by the water, they're the guards that we kill / And we'll be screaming bloody murder from the top of the hill / And we'll run silently into the car parked for us by the side of the road
Now that we're alone, why don't you tell me your name? / I know a place we can lay low until we feel like going back to that place / I've got a whole head of things I could claim / But I won't lie, it's us vs. them, and if we try, oh no, we can't run away - Track Name: Living Dead
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Shoot out the locks / Shatter the windows / Destroy belongings, leave the letter on the table / And we'll be gone before they get home in the morn / We put your invoice in the mail, so send a check when you are able
Yeah we'll be gone before they get home in their beds (We are the living dead, we are the living dead) / We'll take their babies and crack open pretty heads (We are the living dead, we are the living dead)
We'll take 'em all before they get home in their beds / We are the living dead, and don't you care about our cred?
We don't give a fuck about your ethics, who you are, where you come from or all the other shit you've done / We don't care at all about obsessions, your confessions, we don't care about the office you have run
We are the living dead - Track Name: In Orbit
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We left in rocket ships, just like the cartoon strips and movie scripts we've seen up on projection screens / We left the earth for a new place of worth that we could call our own / Without resistance, no
And we'll stay up all night before we sleep all day / And forget about our planet blown away / Cause it's just me and you, and a small robot crew that serves us tea for two in the orbit of the moon
We've got just two month's time before rescue arrives / our crimes are left behind, we've all got piece of mind / So why should we subject ourselves to the rigor and drudgery of a new world when we could just stay up all night before we sleep all day? / And forget our planet blown away
Cause it's just me and you and a small robot crew that serves us tea for two in the orbit of the moon - Track Name: They Came For Me
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They came for me in the middle of the night / They came for me on a wave of panic and fright / And how I wept for all their problems / Oh how I wept for all their sins
Knocked down the doors and lurched their bodies up the stairs / Entered the bedrooms, yeah they caught us unawares / And how I wept for all their problems / Oh how I wept for all their sins
And I said hey there, living dead, just where do you come from? / Where are you going and can you give me a crumb - Not of the brains and flesh you feast on, or the corpses left behind, but just a piece of evidence so I can ease my throbbing mind
They left us hostage in the streets / And they attacked us where we sleep / When all I wanted was some peace / So let's go get 'em where they creep
