Swingers

by Slug

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Otis Nugatory Skull-crushing but graceful drumming, two mile-wide basses, skretchy guitar and a caterwauling Shakespeare on the mic. What's not to love about SLUG? Recommended to fans of Swans, Godflesh, Unsane, Big Black. Turn the volume to 11 and let em make sweet love to yr pineal glands.

Hey Sluggos, put some live album/s or t-shirts up for sale, cos "Swingers" saved my fucking life in the 1990's and y'all deserve more of my $! Much love, John Kistner, Tacoma, WA
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Stopping me. What’s myself ask yourself. ask jealousy and greed? With fire that feed humanity of our parody. Paper an effigy, a burn to learn, we will shut up and down. Sit to saviour a behaviour-cut up and revised, refused, rinsed; realize to order in ourselves! Criticize and metamorphosize again. Think well, plan this part of: “Weren’t you thought you and apply restrictions? Believe you’d better…” Why figuring for longing the gone? Is collage seductive, selfish? Depends on that barrage. Hear to a line-in standing and happy and stupid, dined and wined and thugged (and drugged.) We’ve been stopping me! “What’s yourself?” ask myself, ask jealousy and greed with fire. Feed that humanity of our parody paper. An effigy: a burn to learn. We will shut. Up and down you’re sit to slave. A behaviour cut up and confined—confused, convinced… Victimize to order in ourselves, compromise and rationalize as we again think we’ll plan this part of not, you think. If you enter cannot she, but admission paid her lent, and has due respect. Is tools primitive machine modern rules ancient structure pyramid credit much to race the human? Don’t give but I read it, and “down it wrote it,” said they.

credits

released May 1, 1992

Tomas Palermo - Drums
Todd Williams - Guitar
Damion Romero - Bass
Steve Ratter - Vocals
Michael Bergman - Bass
Rich Alvarez - Guitar

Additional vocals on "Messerschmidt"
by Robert Hammer

Backing vocals on "Swingers (Someday)"
by Carla Bozulich and Beth Capper

All songs by Slug

Produced by Reginald Barnes

Tracks 1-8
Engineered by Robert Hammer
Recorded at Surrogate Spike, Los Angeles
Digital hi-jinks by Tom Grimley

Tracks 9-11
Recorded and engineered by Colin Bogart

Digitally remastered by Damion Romero

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Track Name: Swingers
Someday your prince will come, someday
I'm sorry it's not me and it's not today.
Don't take my hand, 'cause I can't take your heart away.
I'm sorry, not today.

I will always love you forever,
Just close your eyes and I will kiss you.
Happily ever after.
From now until the end of time.
Or so we say.

I will always love you forever,
Just close your eyes and I will kiss you.
Happily ever after.
From now until the end of time.
They're only words.
Track Name: Messerschmidt
I've been in this business for 35 years
And this one was probably made right here
You know I stopped listening, it all sounds the same
My life is going down in flames

I've been in this business for 35 years,
And this one was probably made right here.
The labels are different, the needle's the same
My life is going down in flames - My life!
Track Name: Face Down
Nobody noticed the absence of the man
but nobody cried when they found him
face down in the sand.
Track Name: Lockjaw
They said it, wrote it down and I read it,
But don't give the human race too much credit.
A pyramid structure and ancient rules,
A modern machine with primitive tools.
Respect is due and it's lent her,
A paid admission but she cannot enter.
And you thought you weren't part of this plan.
Well think again.

As we rationalize and compromise
ourselves In order to victimize.
Convinced, confused, confined and cut up
Behavior and slave to your sit down and shut up.
When'll we learn to burn an effigy,
A paper parody of our humanity,
Feed that fire with greed and jealousy
Ask myself, ask yourself:
What's stopping me?

We've been drugged and thugged and wined and dined,
Stupid and happy and standing in line,
To hear a seductive barrage
that depends on a selfish, destructive collage.
Gone is the longing for figuring why,
You'd better believe restrictions apply.
And you thought you weren't part of this plan.
Well think again.

Metamorphosize and criticize
ourselves In order to realize.
Rinsed, refused, revised and cut up,
Behavior a savior to sit down and shut up.
When'll we learn to burn an effigy,
A paper parody of our humanity,
Feed that fire with greed and jealousy
Ask myself, ask yourself:
What's stopping me?
Track Name: Go Tell (Version)
Go tell it on the anthill through the tunnels and everywhere
Go tell it on the anthill, that I tried to hurt myself, that I tried to kill myself.
And this blood is mine.

Go tell it make it known, and I'll feed on every word,
Spill it like a vat of ether, feel the thrill of snapping sinew
And the rush of breaking bones.

When I was a preacher, I looked both night and day
I asked the Lord to help me, 'cause I forgot how to pray.

Go crush it on the anthill through the tunnels and sliding downwards
Go tell it to the Christians, that I tried to hurt you all, but I was the first to fall.
And this blood is mine.
Track Name: Diesel
Blood on the sand
by your hand
Blood on the sand
at your command

Smoking Camels
spitting fire
an army of footprints
dust in your eyes

100 men
blind in the sun
99 men
and now there are none
100 men
baked in the sun

Tanks tracks turning
gasoline burning
danger is turning
the desert is burning

Smoking camels
spitting fire
an army of footprints
dust in your eyes

100 rounds of lock-and-load freedom
99 shells of democracy
If you are one of the lucky few
our God might save you from yours
our God might save you from yours

God Bless America
Track Name: Horrible Skull
Beautiful Marilyn, young and thin,
Someday your beauty will come again.
A thing of wonder, skin to envy,
Won't you trade your scars for mine?
It's just how well, we all conceal our dysfunction
And failure to withstand the passing of time.

What an old, horrible skull
What an old, horrible skull!

Tangled by webs, painful threads,
Time unfolding now before me.
Wrapped in finery's decoration
Searching for endless admiration
Living outside ourselves we are,
Helpless and melting in dissolution.
We are born alone, and we die alone.

What an old, horrible skull,
What an old, horrible skull,
What an old, horrible skull!
What an old, horrible skull!

Something happened to Marilyn,
I don't know what and I don't know when.
But time stands still for no one,
Remembers nothing and forgives no one.
We close our eyes, shut our mouths,
Lose ourselves -- dissolve.
Uncaring and cold and slowly frozen
By feelings that scald.

What an old, horrible skull,
What an old, horrible skull!
Horrible skin, horrible bones
Horrible, horrible, horrible skull!
Track Name: Swingers (Someday)
Someday your prince will come, someday
I'm sorry it's not me and it's not today.
Don't take my hand, 'cause I can't take your heart away.
I'm sorry, not today.

I will always love you forever,
Just close your eyes and I will kiss you.
Happily ever after.
From now until the end of time.
Or so we say.

I will always love you forever,
Just close your eyes and I will kiss you.
Happily ever after.
From now until the end of time.
Or so we say.