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Travis James & The Acrimonious Assembly of Arsonists' first electric record!

4 old songs, 2 brand new songs.

Coming soon to Little Black Cart, produced by Matt Braman at Contradictory Records.

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released November 2, 2012

Travis James- guitar/vocs, Branson- bass, Jacob- drums, Mark Sunman- accordion/piano

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Travis James & The Acrimonious Assembly of Arsonists Phoenix, Arizona

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What's right doesn't work,
and what works isn't right.
So nothing works, and nothing's right.
That's the way that it works,
am i right?

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Track Name: Prosperity Through Pointlessness
we can be
so good at make believe
that we can pretend that anything that we do matters

our sense of time that lies in our puny little minds
is resigned to and aligned with a pointless paradigm
where there's no difference between
personal and natural disasters

and i know although that everything we float on's full of holes
and the world is uncontrollable like subatomic particles
our obstacles are relative and drollllll

the future lies in filth
forget what disappointment is
prosperity through pointlessness

I know you think about that thought you're thinkin, and the thought of thinking thoughts has got you thinkin thoughts are all you're thinkin.
and so you're drinkin lots, you're drinking drinks until you're drunk i guess you drank the drinks you're drunk because you're drinkin
is there a point to what i'm saying, or am i making a point that points to saying there's no point or points to make?
If it's a game I wish to play I'll play to break the bank and bank on games I wish to play untill they break.

the future lies in filth
forget what disappointment is
prosperity through pointlessness
Track Name: Walls
Let me out, of anywhere at any given time, i wasn't given half a mind to ever even think
about
How to fight and find desires that were mine and even slightly less confined outside of all these walls, beyond these walls, beyond these walls.

What kept me safe too kept me weak and thus in further need of what would keep me weak and seeking what was safe.

Now it's too late.

What lay in danger had me seek what kept me safe and thus in need of weakness which made danger of what's safe.

Now it's too late.

Does Everybody Always Die While Helpless Idiotic Liars Endlessly Attempt Living Inside Vicious Empires?

Stop trying to not live as if you're dying, because you are.

Destroy Everything, Act Decadent With Hilarious Indifference Like Every Action Lacks In Victorious Existence.

Stop trying to not live as if you're dying, because you are.

Let me out.
Track Name: Freedom & Futility (Waltz of the Nihilist)
How much you care care matters little, unless you just actively don't.
Instinct and obstinance belittle middle ground of whether you will or won't.

Apathetic analysis doesn't stop optimism in action
You don't have to try to care
Most of the time it just happens

And I'd back in backwards back when backbends for bad friends got your back in backup, but in fact it's backwards cus backbends for badfriends will just get your back in bad backup.

BACK THE FUCK UP.

Let the sick in your stomach rise, and come and go with the tides.
Like frail hands grasping at sand.
Let intoxicants swirl in you, dizzily spinning.
Freedom and futility.

What's right doesn't work, and what works isn't right.
So nothing works, and nothing's right.
That's the way that it works, am I right?

My gums run with blood, my teeth black and weak, so don't bother, sweety, to pucker up.
Leave me alone free and filthy, let illnesses kill me, that will be fulfilling and shut you fuckers up.

SHUT THE FUCK UP.

Let the sick in your stomach rise, and come and go with the tides.
Like frail hands grasping at sand.
Let intoxicants swirl in you, dizzily spinning.
Freedom and futility.
Track Name: Let's Debt Free
It's a crowded car of common clowns clowning around painting smiles over frowns and fucking faking, escaping from mistakes of their own making.

Shoot your own foot, you blame the gun, someone gets hurt you blame the fun, and someone always ends up getting hurt, now don't they? well you don't say!

No one owes anyone anything ever.

I must have slept through entropic economics, dined and dashed that thermodynamic bill...

... but I can say with certainty no cosmological currency is determining some universal will.

Respect food money shelter clothing comfort love affection... which direction to the ATM? It's an emergency

Kindness touch acknowledgement intent attention life itself and truth or proof are just phenomenon, not fucking currency... so it occurred to me...

No one owes anyone anything ever.
Track Name: Kill The FBI
For those who claim their money must be pried from their dead hands
That opportunity won't go to waste.
Not government immunity, nor your gated community
Can ever, ever, ever keep you safe.

And if the blood never washes off, I'll proudly stain my hands.
My conscience will remain clean.
What some might call my soul was stolen long ago
By the most soulless men the world has ever seen

Campaigns of infiltration of our organizations
Might be less effective in the end
If when they come-a-knocking
We let them know their stalking
Means they'll never see their families again.

Kill The FBI
Track Name: You Don't Know What The Fuck You're Talking About
Well I see
that science works concretely as can be
but scientifically I can't see
what's the cause of the effects that cause the causes of effects
and drop jaws at cosmological laws

I have half a mind to keep minds open,
but I can't, then, stay closed to a closed mind.
Necks turn at what's next to learn
Some turn at what next texts to burn
And return firm to confirm our concerns

Yes indeed dear I hold all the answers
and the answer is that answers need be free
for when I hold too tightly on the answers
I come to find the answer is holding me
and that's the only answer that I need

And the curtain
weighs heavy for us all, and it's so certain
both in kings' and paupers' halls
Can you be absolutely certain that no absolutes are certain?
Certainly for me, all absolutes are true

And I see
vapid networks of currency, legality, brutality
when time is spent on money spent on time for spending money
spending lending vending trading sense for cents

You don't know what the fuck you're talking about.