Tour CD 2013!

by Fisticuffs Busansky

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This is a few recordings that were made 3 or so days before me and two of my friends left for a mini tour. It was the first tour type thing I've ever been on and it was awesome! My friend Steve recorded me on a tape recorder, and then we used his record player to burn the tape to disc! What?! Right?! Technology nowadays.

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released May 8, 2013

All songs written by Fisticuffs Busansky, except Lucky Strike which is written by Foot Ox.
Recorded by Steve Taylor, with hang out support from Harry Lauver IV

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Track Name: Dashboard Possesionals
I'm afraid of losing all my favorite stickers by putting them on something that eventually I'll have to throw away. I'll probably just go and steal some scissors, pry them up off hard surfaces, put nail polish remover in their place. Hey! Да права. Counting my possessions, there are 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9, Hey! Да права! Trying not to concern myself with the shit that I am gonna leave behind. Sometimes I blow smoke rings and they're fucking perfect and I just want to hold them, they are warm and soft and probably unkind. Sometimes I get anxious looking out my window, I can't tell if it's the same view or if it's different and I'm slowly going blind. The river trades the ocean all its water for some rain and the river never realized that the water's all the same, it's been getting ripped off. And the ocean never gave a fuck. So I jumped off the boat last night with both of my hands tied behind my back and this dark handkerchief was covering up both of my eyes. As I jumped in the water, gave one final breath, threw a thought to all my stickers cause each one of them was soaking wet. Hey! Да права. Counting my possessions, there are 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9, Hey! Да права! Trying not to concern myself with the shit that I am gonna leave behind.
Track Name: Gir (or how I learned to worry too much and hate the bomb)
I wake up halfway through the night, my mind does not but wander. Counting stars kills time til it is light outside, and I can't wait to hear about the news of today, from the orioles nest in my back yard. Fall down is a pathway to get up, followed closely by pull yourself together. Crying eyes are a sign of drying up, and that's something that you oughta be concerned with cause you're 80 percent water, and I'm 80 percent the fuck out of this town. I search for you in the loudest rooms but you're short, I'll never find you. Freaking out on the drive back to my school, shortsightedness always gets ahead of me. Cause I'm half robot and you're half zombie and as I'm warming up you're growing cold. I'm half robot and you're half zombie and as I burn off gas you decompose.
Track Name: Housetouchers
Я не вижу полиция сегодня, baby Я не вижу полиция today. Drive for hours over broken roads and tributaries. Я не вижу полиция today. Hey kid, I'm a walking exclamation mark, it's a hard time to be a penny or a dime. Thrown away like the minerals that they're composed of. They Don't die, they just slowly change with time.
My house is touching your house, if I knew you a little better I would see what you were doing later. My mouth is like right up on your mouth, and it kinda smells like soil, trash, and burning cans of motor oil. This sucks, trying not to give a fuck about a girl who doesn't think I'm cool enough to sometimes kick it with her. Oh swell wasted pennies on this well, they're probably in hell now melting down into their base components. Fail safe has never been that safe, trying to feel familiar in an unfamiliar place, meet a lot of nice people and then try to save face. Close your eyes, try to realize maybe one of these days everything will be ok. Took a drive, might've crashed but I survived, now I'm so proud to be alive so I can go to work on Monday evening. Shotgunned a beer, now my mind's completely clear and I have sipped away the fear of laying down before the sun comes up. Broke heart wasn't working from the start, leaking oil, missing parts it pumps along to every Ghoulies song. Broke head won't be fixed before I'm dead, all the bad blood being led into the brain parts I don't think about. Fail safe has never been that safe, trying to feel familiar in an unfamiliar place, meet a lot of nice people and then try to save face. Close your eyes, try to realize maybe one of these days everything will be ok.
Track Name: Creature Comforts
Give me a juice box and tell me I'm pretty and I will comply. Please keep me safe from this frivolous sinning or I will go blind and I can't afford to lose my sight with all these pretty sights just out of sight. Give me employment and tell me it's crucial to our way of life. And if I learn how to question authority, tell me I'm right, because authority's made up of people, just like you and I. And the man who taught me skepticism is still just another guy. Give me the hat and a tugboat to match it and I will go sail. Hand on the mass and the wind up my ass, there is no way I'll fail because the ocean is made up of water, just like you and I, and the minute we start thinking it's made of cola, is the day we all run dry.
Track Name: Game O'er
I haven't put in stat points since level 5, but I've got enough hit points to keep us both alive. If you keep casting heal then I'll keep casting cleave. We'll get out of this dungeon when we find ourselves a key. But you gave me a mana potion even though you know I'm a warrior class.