The Homestead

by Middle Class Murder

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1.
Start 05:50
Tijuana was the worst in the line of firsts Spent and shallow mouth to what shook it up down south Free unsettled beast, blazing through the east Then fell into the hand, to the day we land Birth of new adventure, sudden shift again From heading out to heading deeper in Thrown side to side, steady as she goes Lighting up this ride into the southern throes Blink and spin around, bird has taken flight Days go on for years, and years a night Start with everything that kicks in you Harder than the fantasies born to hold and drag them through Start with everything you’ve got to say Louder than a cannon to circles coming round your way One more for the road, running out of light Never gonna end, with one left to fight Feels about that time, circling back to lay it down Down but never dead, that other circle’s coming round Feels about that time, to Hold tight Something about the way that laugh just makes us cry Hold fast Something about the way that cry just makes us laugh Hold tight Just enough to get it right Right is all you got when circling half way home Start with everything that kicks in you Harder than the fantasies Louder than a sonic boom Start with everything you’ve got to say Start with what you’re passing To circles coming round your way
2.
Static two way radio Transmission on, lock & load Undercover, set to run Push to start the one to one Bye bye Walkie Talkie Strapped to my side that Walkie Talkie Hell of a ride that Walkie Talkie Static free and underground A million calls without a sound Auto pilot on the run Push to end the one to one Bye bye Walkie Talkie Strapped to my side that Walkie Talkie Hell of a ride that Walkie Talkie Turned and signed off on that Walkie Talkie Over & out, over & out, over & out We long for the days on the ground Long after the sun made its round Talking to me, talking to you That’s the world we knew Push to talk transistorized addiction Coming back around my Walkie Talkie talks again Turn it up until her mighty static roars Running wild again into the great outdoors Sweet electric handheld analoging in Buzz my little super teletype connection Sharing secrets on our wide band frequency 2-way loving never felt so free free free My Walkie Talkie’s talking back to me
3.
Monday 03:49
Well it's true, I like waking up with you And it's true, I like sleeping in a bit too Eyes roll back in my head, adrift with you Head over here, your eyes and smiles until 2 But no, that's not all Well it's true, I like burning candles with you And it's true, I like to hold the handles with you, too Slow hot and sweaty, you know I'm always ready for you Here, there anywhere, doesn't even matter with you ‘Cuz above all it all Yes above all it all Well I love kicking Monday to the end of all, with you Well it's true, I'd like to take a walk with you And it's true, I'd like to sit and talk a bit too Tell me all your dreams, we'll even share a fantasy too It's funny how it feels, funny how I've fallen for you ‘Cuz above all it all Yes above all it all Well I love kicking Monday to the end of all Yes I love kicking Monday to the end of all Yes I love kicking Mondays, to the end of all, with you
4.
Devil In Tow 04:48
Estamos aburridos El infierno ya no es divertido Hay mas tentacion en la tierra de bad hombres El diablo vendió su alma al presidente por su hija Y un boleto de oro a las peleas de gallos Montamos con los vaqueros Luchadoras y caballeros Somos bad hombres esta noche, cuidado muchachas Upside down on old Mexico Chair pulled back, as Don’s whistle blows From DC to Cabo to Fuego We’re drinking with the devil in tow Estamos illendo un paso adelante del diablo Y el está illendo un paso adelante de...ti
5.
Natural in its human defects Electric in the way it connects Beauty brought her down Lovely broken heart on offer Slipped away till beauty brought her Cleaned up shot in to tune Head up high, like everybody loves you Stop stop in the name of this song Shallow in the way that it strays Deeper in the more that it plays Beauty brought her down Lovely broken heart on offer Slipped away till beauty brought her Clean dead shot out of tune Head down low now everybody loves you Beauty got it right Jump from town to town Settle up the score Sell before it’s down Beauty stopped alright Stopped before she hung Saved her dying soul In the name of this song
6.
Rolling high on sweet libation Traded class for adoration All tastes best from the devil’s hand Heads tuned to the fallout station Front page with pop sensation Can’t sell a dream without the band Barking through the night Ego takes the win, saves the world again There’s a dog in every fight Everybody’s in Bought in to controlled submission Hands dirty on one condition Photo opps and a gala night Drowned out the old school solution Soft-spoken poor institution We’re more adored than you are right Barking through the night Ego takes the win, saves the world again There’s a dog in every fight Everybody’s in... Everybody grin Barking through the night Ego takes the win, saves the world again There’s a dog in every fight Live and die in fear of being outclassed Vanity came long before broadcast We’ve got, all night
7.
Sometimes she hides and won’t let you seek The feeling wells up when she falls to her knees It’s nothing that’s new, or would say that she needs But she knows it real well, and she knows it’s not free The older she gets the less she wants fame And the less that she cares to conceal her shame She likes to be true, not to speak out in vain But when she’s left all alone, she is only to blame Well she said what she said now she’s down on her luck It is what it is when she don’t give a buck To the man on the street with a deeper tip cup Who knows his song well ‘cuz he rolls his sleeves up When he was a boy he used to believe That all he could dream could be his if he pleased Now that he’s grown, nothing’s what it seemed It’s the grandest of plots, it’s directed by thieves Now there are places he knows he can’t go ‘Cuz of things that were said, or happened before Despite what you think, or you may come to know He does what he can not to open that door Well he said what he said, now he’s down on his luck It is what it is when he don’t give a buck To the man on the street with a deeper tip cup Who knows his song well cuz he keeps his chin up Well they said what they said, now they down on they luck It is what it is when they don’t give a buck To the man on the street with a deeper tip cup Who’s tired of this race, thinks it’s time to give up
8.
Think 05:54
Everytime just looking back No wiser now, Still doing that Nothing, but I know Riding out that day to day Keeps that hopeless hope away Nothing Been saving, up for some big win To cross it, and drive that spike down in Everytime just looking back No wiser now, still doing that Nothing Been giving, up on that big win To cross it, means to start again Everytime I think I knew All those years just passing through Nothing, but I know Just a touch of reaching in That hopeless hope swells up again Then something Everytime I think I knew All those years just passing through There’s something, and I know Just a touch of reaching in What shakes the soul swells up again Then something, moving on Everytime just looking back No wiser now, still doing that Nothing but I know The best things ride out day to day No damn hope standing in my way Then something, moving on
9.
Rise Up Son 03:16
Yesterday we threw our souls to Heavy chords and molly rolls Carried away in steady release Endless nights to get our fill Fast and deep on every kill Thrashing, shaking, thrusting for peace Hear the band’s coming back around here Heavy metal thunder, soft synthetic gear Hear the band’s coming back around You’ve got to Rise up son Rise up son, Rise up son We’re falling over sober 20 down in the marketplace Syncopated loss of grace Exorcised of passion and flow Governor drowned with a beating drum Open wide and here it comes Thrashing, shaking, thrusting to go Hear the band’s coming back around here Playing through the summer, taking back the years Hear the band’s coming back around

credits

released August 24, 2018

MCM would like to thank many, many people who helped make this record possible. Celeste, Ale, Famiglia Fitzgerald, Wendy Hartman-Carr, Morgan, Carolin, Ron, Todd the Bubbleman, The Days, The HiWatters, Nice Brothers, Rat, Justin & Trakworx, Michael & Second Line Vinyl, Scarlet Fire & Cassidy (Godspeed).

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Middle Class Murder San Francisco, California

Members:

Vocals/Mandolin/
Guitar -
Sarah Carr- Berry

Guitar/Vocals -
Darren Fitzgerald

Guitar/Keys -
Eric Coolbaugh

Bass -
Ron Stueckle

Drums -
Jake Stueckle

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