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Cognicide

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released November 1, 2005

Jason - Vocals & Guitar / Ken - Guitar / Chicken - Bass & Vocals / Chad - Drums. Produced, engineered and mixed by Alex Newport at Motor Studios. Mastered by John Greenham. Cover art by Richard Minino. Layout by Brian Archer.

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Western Addiction San Francisco, California

While the San Francisco band’s sophomore effort comes nearly 12 years after their debut, don’t think they have grown out of hardcore. Tremulous rips its way through 11 explosive tracks, delivering a consistent sound strongly rooted in the past that is plenty aggressive and surprisingly melodic. It sounds like the same band that made Cognicide, just older, wiser—but still pissed off. ... more

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Track Name: Charged Words
In my head it makes perfect sense
A cautionary tale sitting on a fence
Send your goons to break a turned cheek
Our sapphire sockets and a pacifist's bleat

Your charged words have got me by the wrist
Turning gold to dirt, reverse alchemist
I'm scared in a face irate
But I won't fight just to break your plate

A mealy interior and a bullish stance
Dealing war crimes in repetitious cadence
A culprit in the pulpit without rhyme or treason
A fallen rioteer with a reason

Your charged words have got me by the wrist
Turning gold to dirt, reverse alchemist
I'm scared in a face irate
But I won't fight just to break your plate
With your charged words…
Track Name: Mailer, Meet Jim
Manchester of rape, Selena please
Oh but this ain't heartache
Gable of beryl foresight

Amends, cockneyed witless, threaten retinas
With these frightened limp wrists
Gable of beryl foresight

Warding off pathogens like Mary of Magdalene
Unbreaching colonies through forced misogyny
So forget husbandry and no more baking bread
One careless crow now I'm fucking infected

Gable of beryl foresight

Live, stalked ravine, dismantles family
My future now quarantined
Gable of beryl foresight

Hands out of pockets, ramming like rockets
Hitchhike to hell with my thumbs in your sockets
So forget husbandry and no more baking bread
One careless crow...

Panic! Despair! Mailer, meet Jim!

Warding off pathogens like Mary of Magdalene
Unbreaching colonies through forced misogyny
So forget husbandry and no more baking bread
One careless crow now I'm fucking infected
Track Name: A Poor Recipe for Civic Cohesion
If patience is virtuous
I got the temperament for temperance
Partitioning stems and seeds
Damn lifeless galleries
I'll implement the elements
You're soiling a sacrament
Slicing sharks and your porcelain pedestals
Somehow, it seems so pitiful

Catastrophe
Of the highest order
Was likeness captured?
Feigned composure

A poor recipe for civic cohesion

We'll readily collaborate
Understand and participate
Pieces de resistance
Devastated crops of worth
Someone grant me social graces
Being that I'm socially graceless
Billowed soot have we met
Chromatic leaf, this is icy bayonet

I've been commissioned
To ignore companionship
Fashioning barricades
Amid flesh and wilderness

I'm wed locked to these rivers and tides
These arrangements are my passionate wives
I'd pass you up for seductive seasons
A poor recipe for civic cohesion

Catastrophe
Of the highest order
Was likeness captured?
Feigned composure
Track Name: The Church of Black Flag
This is the church where Black Flag lives
Sentiments are born of desperation
Where good thoughts come from

Monuments in futility
Stress and anger, passion and humility
But we’re above thumbs

This is the church where Black Blag resides
There’s no profit, no success, just pride

Nil by mouth with prophetic paint
Autistic license, we’re always poor and hungry
Art just doesn’t pay

Finding beauty in ugliness
Compulsive strides are pensive and second best
This is on our chests

This is the church where Black Flag resides
There’s no profit, no success and we’re tired

We’re tired!

This is the church free of cognicide
There’s no profit, no success and
We’re tired in the church where Black Flag resides
There’s no profit, no success, just pride
Track Name: We Tech Supported a Manipulator
Pull over, here's where we'll dump it
No more of your glowing sentiments
We don't want what you've got to offer
We'll trade you in for your thinner brother

Make a bed beside quills and coal
Tuck you in with salted scrolls
What we don't know could fill up books
The overflows gone overlooked

I sure as hell don't see a haystack
Traumaed farmers or a sewing circle
Erotic TV's drown in plasmic lakes
Someone must've robbed a blood bank

Unwanted, abandoned, unloved
Renounced, unloved
Hypnotic hums had me pixilated
Unwelcome home of the antiquated
Unwanted, abandoned, unloved

Number crunchers got their number’s crunched
Discrepant drags got their over's onced
We tech supported a manipulator
Just a glorified calculator

It seems yesterday's extravagance
Is now a latter day hindrance
I took a break from moral restraint
No choice but cooperate

Unwanted, abandoned, unloved
Renounced, unloved
Hypnotic hums had me pixilated
Unwelcome home of the antiquated
Unwanted, abandoned, unloved

Ill suited to be booted
Unacceptable to be compatible

Pull over, here's where we'll dump it
No more of your glowing sentiments
We don't want what you've got to offer
We'll trade you in for your thinner brother
Track Name: Incendiary Minds
Each one is born but they're coming out dead
My hands spell words as they fall from my head
Like a confederate flag dad wreaks of his kin
With blood on your brow you'll cry your eyes in

Prison ghost starts to scream as they carry you out
And attrition keeps you wishing that they'd tear your mouth out
A sign on an inn is the shape when you die
And poor St. Lucia took a knife in the eye
And it hurt. It fucking hurt!

The great diseases of our time are a soundtrack to the system
With incendiary minds and the knowledge to resist them
We can body harvest hate and send a charge up the floor
And eliminate the causes worth fighting for

Our incendiary minds
Track Name: It's Funny, I Don't Feel Like a Winner
My discipline will make your teeth shake
Your restraint gets a laugh track
Accolades for staunch ardor
Reparations for heedful orders

It's funny I don't feel like a winner
Weighted spoils for small steppers
Here's a trophy for atrophy
Chastened humility

We're the fretful and the overwrought
Our pre-planning is your afterthought
Limitless capacities
Close to the vest without cruelty

It's funny I don't feel like a winner
Weighted spoils for small steppers
Here's a trophy for atrophy
Chastened humility

Hopefully we’ll get trophies in the end
Track Name: When a Good Friend Attacks
Attack!
Little orange eyes coming from my room
Cutting up my hands, gotta clean up my wounds
Bathroom poltergeist, running up his spine
Sweaty nausea, palm full of red wine
Striations... Up my arm

This curtain's a man-of-war as liquid drips in me
Smoking lady's wake, gotta get to L.A.
Hand’s above my head, making out the will
Forty-four and three-fourths, holding down the back seat
Blood-poisoned cast
When a good friend attacks

Here comes Elvis!
Orange eyes, coming for you
Unbridled rage at 1 foot 2
Orange eyes, coming for me
Ready to wreck my whole family
I know he's your brother and I love him too
But I'm so scared so what can we do
A gentle 12 lbs. when he's in your lap
But pick him up and he'll fucking snap!
When a good friend attacks
Track Name: Matrons of the Canals
We're the working poor
We're the labor forced
Routine banality
We stand in the sun just to eat

Antiqued trappings
Filthy proximity
Languid surveillance
You were birthed into luck, we were born into chance

We offer our bosoms while you beat your breast
Feed your children while you dance on our backs
We're the matrons of the canals

Annihilate pride
Puritan's drive
Stayed requitals
We'll be reimbursed with the fall of Rafael

Emerald resentment
Somehow I'm listless
I see your merriment
I know it's shallow but I just can't help it

We offer our bosoms while you beat your breast
Feed your children while you dance on our backs
We're the matrons of the canals

You rise the ranks as we raise your crops
Patiently comply in the parking lots
We're the patrons of the canals

We watch while you beat your breasts
Feed your children with our broken backs
We're the matrons of the canals

There's hatred from the canals

We're the matrons of the canals
Track Name: Face Cancer
These white lines are what keep me safe
Not the white lines absolved to satiate
Save your dowry for the rock stars
Pleasure quarters, rapturous daughters with alluring duress

These car wrecks are what protect me
Cross hairs for cross walks cross leisurely
Anxious Brahmans in a China shop
Take the train from Pamplona so these neurons will stop

This belt of cloth is what protects me
Lovers' arms, hostile wives with hot pious threats
Siphon stipends from your vital signs
This carbon dating is worth hating but it won't break the skin

This pane of glass is what protects me
Soft skin, gently pinned in a prison romance
Careless knives slumber patiently
Dedicated to serrating discerning delicacies

Deceptive perceptions insure my protection
Inconsistent systems reinterpret correct them
Calm down

It seems nothing will protect me
Hallowed wraths, conjured scenes, endless fake believe
Pigs and sharks bide hungrily
Their furled jaws are dormant saws awaiting chances mercy

Deceptive perceptions insure my protection
Inconsistent systems reinterpret correct them
Calm down
Track Name: Corralling Pestilence
I check your chest you’re warm
I check your neck you’re alive
This scythe soothes Corsican wind chimes

Reassign a program success
Relent ungentleness
Restraint divides mice and men

Annica this life is fleeting
Dark times, lots of abortions
Finally, someone loves me
On my watch we’re as safe as churches
I think I found my purpose
Corralling pestilence

I was unclean and hateful
Struck down by the system
This vest gives me authority

No wind instrumentation
Morning airport reunion
These thoughts are non-culinary

Annica this life is fleeting
Dark times, lots of abortions
Finally, someone loves me
On my watch we’re as safe as churches
I think I found my purpose
Corralling pestilence
Track Name: Animals and Children
Onward conscious introverts
Irish serpents with babes in arms
Rabid dogs and sprouts with heart
Generosity to a fault
Although there are cracks and flaws
That one's broken and this one here is wrong

We'll study at your feet
With Dutch accords bound in need not want

Surveillance from crimeless places
Upward glances unto downtrodden faces
We quarter where fowls smother
Vermin roar and the faithful slumber

We'll study at your feet
With Dutch accords bound in need not want

And we'll play, we'll cheer, we'll laugh, it's clear

I prefer the company of animals and children to adults so I won't have to give up hope