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"Not Sorry." released in Dec. 2011, and "Love, Songs & Bombs" released 2010. Contact and ask for both if you want both. Drop a line!! (I have rad patches and shirts, too.)

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released December 10, 2011

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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: Contemporary Trash
Departure as a tendency, when disappearing is no act
and the landfill is a beacon of the future and the past
Even preservations shadow is impermanently cast,
alas, well nothing good, no, nothing at all can last.

It's entropic energy and mass that dissipates
From family and friends to TV dinners with those little plastic trays

I was taught to throw everything away
He who fights and runs away will still perish some day
I was taught to throw everything away

Impermanence compels opportunity to expound
the values of the present moment as it disintegrates in to the past
One's trash is another's treasure, so if we throw the present away
well we can celebrate contemporary trash

It's not naivety, it's fucking foul play
I swear one day we'll still make those bastards pay either way
Even our life sustaining sun eventually dies and fades
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 to tightly on the answers
I come to find the answers 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 king's 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.
Track Name: Firelight
For our ends we can contain the wildness of flame
and it flickers in winds so unaccountable
Our unwilling enforced restraint sets our hearts and minds aflame
and the fire grows
insurmountable

So I'm addicted to the glow and the shadows
I'm afflicted by the fire in your eyes
My dream is to unleash and unrestrain
As blackened ashes rise

Because everyone is beautiful by firelight

So let's set each other on fire, become powerful and strong
and ignite immense explosions in the face of what can go wrong
What's wrong with the world is what's wrong IS the world,
so what's right can be so wrong.
Well, fuck it, I'm wrong? So long.

We can spread these backyard bonfires as far as flames can reach
Engulfing cityscapes to warm our lives
Bond is built through tragedy.
Struggle makes us strong.
And everyone is beautiful... by firelight.
Track Name: Callin' You Out
Callin' You Out

Servin' up secrets like the secret service, servin' no one but yourself.
Your mouth is a one way street headed straight out of fuck town.
"You swear you'd never tell!" is a corpse you're burying 7 feet down.
Take one down and pass it around.

Life means nothing without knowing what your life means nothing without, and without life what it means nothing without means nothing.
Lightening strikes and lights go out.
We have fickle fuckin' fights we know nothing about.
And half the time you say that you'd die for a fight you're bluffing.

So I'm callin' you out.

A crooked pointer finger, permanently raised
... and I'm amazed at how many times something can get broken.
Accountability fades away, you evade all the blame for the things that you say.
Oh, honey. Honey, you must be joking.

So I'm calling you out.
Track Name: Idols of a Vacant Future
it takes gears to make the wrenches for throwing in the gears
it's not dominoes, it's cards and the house will win

call me biased, but it seems neutrality is illusory, and so often used to serve more biased ends

can you satisfy the drive to be alive and have less stress when
ones satisfaction makes stress for all the rest
others project their stress at those with less so you can't have less, so at best, it's a stressful fucking mess

If you think you're no better than anyone else, you're right, but most don't, and that makes you better than the rest
so much shouting, spouting, touting screaming crying LYING from organic, fallible, dying blood and flesh

Monuments for monumental failures
Sunbleached canvas of a sunrise painting, fading in the sun
Relished fossils, worshipped relics, idols of a vacant future
abyssal aspirations for the emptiness to come

A sorrow that struggles.
A sorrow that rises.
A sorrow that creates.

Liberate, disintegrate.
Track Name: Freedom and Futility
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: Arsonist's Anthem
Do you feel alone in this world? Do you feel like there isn't any meaning?
Well, you can have a hand in your fate. You can change the dynamics of your being.

With the cover of night, we can burn it all away.

With your hand in mine, we'll burn it all down
and take to the streets and sing Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh.
This citys' burnin tonight, and baby my heart is too.

With the cover of night, we can burn it all away.
Track Name: Why Lie?
Like Martin Luther King, I too have a dream...
that pizza hut and taco bell hold hands and skip and sing
I need caffeine to make my brain go, to wake up and taste the rainbow
and parades with gatorade and candy dayglo

And diet coke and pepsi get married on the beach...
Wouldn't that just be so nutrasweet?

And I fantisize that no one needs reasons why
the cheeseburgers and lollypops are falling from the sky
I want a world with nutrients obsolete
and jackets made of orangutangs, koalas and elephant's teeth

And just enough gasoline to fill the sea
and won't it be nice to see African's with more doritos and S.u.v.s?
We'll have family picnics under the candy apple tree
and watch blue-ray DVDs of The Matrix trilogy

Can't we all just come together for a cause?
One we can all aplaud?

Because all this counter-culture we get stuck in
with our brightly colored hair and property destruction...
well, I know we can build a world without repercussions
where everything that you want comes at the fuckin' push of a button

Please please please, plazma screen TV is all I need.
Or two, or three, or four... Just give me more.
Track Name: Tear It Down
Tear It Down

(Mark's verse, from the Haymarket Squares, look them up!)

We're anarchists, and activists, and radicals
some fight with words, some fight with cocktails of fire
Our hate for the system is what keeps us marching together
Our love of resistance is what makes us feel alive

Let's build our unity
and never take sides with authority
let's build our community
until there's nothing we have that they need

We've got to build it up to tear it down.

Vision is imperfect, and goals can get distorted
Despite our fights we need a net that's supportive
We learn from each other and histories recorded
Debates and Agreements are equally as important

Let's build our unity
and never take sides with authority
let's build our community
until there's nothing we have that they need

We've got to build it up to tear it down.
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