Split w/ Tit Patrol
by Direct Hit!
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Digital Album
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SPLIT 7" RECORD WITH TIT PATROL ON GLOW-IN-THE-DARK VINYL. HIT SIDE HAS 2 SONGS, TIT SIDE HAS 3.
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Brain Surgery
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Mutant Drunk
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credits
released 25 March 2011
Recorded by Shane Olivo
Direct Hit is:
Nick Woods - Vox/Guitar
Danny Walkowiak - Drums
Robbie Schroeder - Bass
Mike Esser - Guitar
"Brain Surgery" written by Direct Hit, lyrics by Nick Woods
"Mutant Drunk" written by Robbie Schroeder & Direct Hit, lyrics by Nick Woods, with an excerpt from a song by Zach Rapport & Liarbirds
Get the other side of this split at titpatrol.bandcamp.com
More shit at:
directhitsucks.tumblr.com
facebook.com/directhitband
Recorded by Shane Olivo
Direct Hit is:
Nick Woods - Vox/Guitar
Danny Walkowiak - Drums
Robbie Schroeder - Bass
Mike Esser - Guitar
"Brain Surgery" written by Direct Hit, lyrics by Nick Woods
"Mutant Drunk" written by Robbie Schroeder & Direct Hit, lyrics by Nick Woods, with an excerpt from a song by Zach Rapport & Liarbirds
Get the other side of this split at titpatrol.bandcamp.com
More shit at:
directhitsucks.tumblr.com
facebook.com/directhitband
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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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Mar 2012 -
Nov 2011 -
Aug 2011 -
Mar 2011 -
Dec 2010
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- Track Name: Brain Surgery
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She's got a cancer sitting on the base of her brain
She's gotta know we've got an answer, but it's not entirely sane or rational
It comes in pills, poppers poisonous so much they'll enflame the lining sitting safe inside of her skull
Why don't we drill, suck the fucker out, and hope it'll heal and it won't grow?
Can you explain what she's eating how does she exercise?
We've gotta know so we can say what the side effects will be on her mind, or if she'll croak
We admit that it's a problem and nobody has answers
Might as well give her a cup of tea
It's the least we can do to ease the tension before the surgery
But we're not offering a guarantee
Everybody knows by now she's gotta go right now to the operating table with her lights out
Everybody knows by now she's gotta go right now
Might as well just make a habit, bend and kowtow now
Can she speak?
Can she feel it when you tickle or poke between her toes?
Does she feel weak?
How remarkable... You're sure she awoke and then arose?
What's the deal?
How's that moving?
What's the sound from the stairs?
Could we have woken up a power inside?
Confide in me brother - Did wake up a god?
Should we lie? Or should we go and just curl up and die?
Woke a fucking monster with the power of science
Can you pass me that bag and IV?
I'm gonna mainline morphine, close my eyes, and just hope that she don't see me before I pass out
I'm so sorry - Track Name: Mutant Drunk
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We were walking into ambush
Didn't know that we could die from overall exposure to this level of pesticide
Now we're mutants, freaks of nature, barely coherent enough to lie about our relative ability to ask for a fucking ride
We've been drinking shots of whiskey, vodka, the greenest of Chartreuse
We've been pounding down the absinthe til we're little to no use to our girlfriends, parents, colleagues, pets or brothers
Just refuse in a dump where beings like us go to pass out before they puke
Pass that Jack, Citron, coke, lime and rum, Jose, Jim Beam, Old Thompson, that Absolut - Oh shit, I puked
Sorry man, that wasn't awesome
But don't mine me, just gonna see how far I'll go before this big dick goes and throws me out the door
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
I love you
At this point we're not even playing our own songs for any of you
We're just rambling, making noise, and generally wasting all your time
But for some ridiculous reason you all find it appropriate to whine
