For Our Blessed Ignoble Dead ***SYRIAN REFUGEE BENEFIT***, by Nixon Tooth

For Our Blessed Ignoble Dead SYRIAN REFUGEE BENEFIT

by Nixon Tooth

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1.	Won't Let It 04:38	lyrics
SO YOUR LOOKING AT ANOTHER FIELD FILLED WITH SMOKE AND BONES ANOTHER PLACE YOU COULD NEVER CALL HOME YOUR MOVING UP TO THE CITY LIKE THESE WHITE PEOPLE EVER GONNA GIVE YOU THEIR DIGNITY SWALLOW AND YOU MOAN JUST REMEMBER YOUR FATHERS CURSED YOU WILL ALWAYS BE A NIGGER YOU'LL ALWAYS BE BOY AND I WON’T LET IT DRAG ME DOWN TO THEIR PROMISED GROUND WHERE THEY HANG YOU UPSIDE DOWN AND ON YOUR SKULL THEY BUILD THE SUN KINGDOM ON A BROKEN CROWN AND I WON’T LET IT AIN’T SO YOUNG TRY AND SHOW MY RAGE FOLLOW THE FIRST PERSON SHOW ME EMMETT TILL’S FACE LIKE YOUR DUMB SERMONS EVER GONNA BRING MALCOLM MARTIN MEDGAR EVERS BACK FROM THE GRAVE HOPE YOU CHOKE ON YOUR TONGUE TRYING TO SPIT OUT THEIR NAMES I WON’T LET ANYONE PUT ME IN A CAGE OR PUT ME IN A GRAVE I’M THE CANDLE COMING OUT OF THE CAVE AND I WON’T LET IT
2.	Aleppo 02:19	lyrics
WHEN I WAS YOUNG MY FATHER TOLD ME SAID BOY THE ONLY WITNESS WILL BE THE TREES SMELL OF BLOOD AND SKIN AND CEDARS BRING YOU RIGHT DOWN TO YOUR KNEES THESE LANDS ONLY BIRTHRIGHT IS DEATH AND DISEASE AND I’VE BEEN SO FUCKING BORED GO ON JOIN THE DEAD IN ALEPPO MY LIFES NEVER HAD ANY WORTH GO ON JOIN THE DEAD IN ALEPPO I WILL ALWAYS LIVE IN CONSTANT WAR GO ON JOIN THE DEAD IN ALEPPO I’VE ALREADY SOLD MY SOUL GO ON JOIN THE DEAD IN ALEPPO DRAG ME RIGHT ON THROUGH THE STREETS I’LL DO ANYTHING SO TIRED OF LIVING IN NEED ALL I WANT IS TO REPENT GIVE ME A GUN I’LL DO IT ON MY FEET HANGING ALL AROUND THE VOID AND ALL JUST BECAUSE I’VE BEEN SO FUCKING BORED
3.	Frozen Sun 01:33	lyrics
I AIN’T NO MIDDLE CLASS BRAT AND I AIN’T NO WORKING CLASS CLOG I AIN’T GOT NO BARBED WIRE CROWN I’M GOING BACK TO WHERE I CAME FROM I’M GOING BACK TO THE FROZEN SUN I AIN’T BURNING ANYMORE BRIDGES I’M BURNING HOUSES AND CARS AND ROADS FAILURE IS A CONSTANT COMPANION LOSING BLOOD IS THE BEST FRIEND I GOT I WAS BORN IN A WAR AND I THINK I’M GOING BACK HOLDING A LIGHT IN A CAVERN LOSING LIFE IN A TAVERN I’M GOING BACK TO WHERE I CAME FROM I’M GOING BACK TO THE FROZEN SUN
4.	Things Death Taught Us 03:58	lyrics
I’VE BEEN LOOKING AT THE WORLD WITH TIRED EYES IN BETWEEN THAT PLACE WHERE IN ORDER TO LIVE YOU ALSO MUST DIE NOW I DON’T BELIEVE IN ANY KIND OF ETERNAL LIFE AND IF GOD EXISTS WELL I’D RAISE A GUN RIGHT ON UP TO THE EMPTY SKY SEND GOD RIGHT BACK TO WHERE HE BELONGS SEND GOD BACK TO THE STARS NOW THESE DAYS MY FRIENDS ARE TURNING MIGHTY STRANGE ANYWAY THAT YOU LOOK AT IT LIFE'S JUST ANOTHER LOSING GAME DEATH THEY SAY HE'S RIDING A BARE BONES HORSE ACCOMPANIED BY AN ORDER OF TWELVE GOLDEN GHOSTS FEAR THEY SAY HE STALKS THE LAND AND THEN DEATH HE TOOK ME BY THE HAND AND NOW I FINALLY UNDERSTAND THAT HEEL DUG DEEP INTO OUR BACKS IN THE END WE ALL MUST BE CRUSHED A WISE OLD MAN ONCE TOLD ME I AIN’T CRYING CAUSE I’M SAD OR ANGRY I ONLY CRY CAUSE I’M SO OVERWHELMED AND HAPPY SEE I REALLY WALKED THAT LINE WITH DEATH WE BATTLED IT OUT BUT HE TOOK ME DOWN IN THE SECOND ROUND BUT I WON’T GO SO EASILY DOWN TO THE POTTER'S GROUND EVEN IF THE HOUSE IT WILL ALWAYS WIN I STILL HOLD MY HEAD UP HIGH CAUSE I ALWAYS DID THE BEST I CAN AND I THINK THAT'S ALL THIS LIFE CAN EVER ASK NOW I DON’T THINK THAT I’M SO TOUGH YOU CRAWL AROUND IN THAT DIRT AND GRIME YOUR CRACKLING BONES AND YOUR TWISTED SPINE OUR TEETH WE LEAVE AS BEACONS TO OUR FORMER LIVES COMING OUT OF THE DUST COVERED BEER BARF PISS ROT AND THE MOUNTAIN OF BLOOD YEAH I’D SAY WE’RE TOUGH ENOUGH UNDERNEATH THE CONCRETE STREAM THE GROANING SOUL OF YOUR RESTLESS FEET PRAISE BE LAID TO THE MEN IN RAGS GUARDIANS OF ANCIENT FLAME MAY THE WIND ALWAYS KISS THE TONGUE THAT SPEAKS THEIR NAME I DECLARED MYSELF A RULER OF THE VINE IT'S BEAUTIFUL CREEPING UP THE BUILDING ILLUMINATED BY THE SUNDOWN
5.	How I Got Over 03:15	lyrics
MY NEW YEAR'S PLAN TRYING TO BE AN HONEST MAN SO HERE IT GOES EVER SINCE I’VE BEEN SIX LIVE IN MY OWN SHIT PISS VOMIT HEARD IT ALL DRUG ADDICT ALCOHOLIC BUT FUCK WHAT YOU ALL HAVE TO SAY STATISTICS I’VE BEEN READING BY THE TIME I REACH 50 IN JAIL OR PUSHING UP DAISIES SO WHY NOT JUST EXPLODE BUT MY ONE TRUE HOPE FALL IN LOVE STAY IN THE SAME NEIGHBORHOOD BUT EVERY YEAR I’M COMING BACK TO THE SOUTH END BATTERED BEATEN LORD KNOWS I’D BE DEAD IF IT WEREN'T FOR MY ACHILLES HEEL THAT LOVE BUT DON’T Y’ALL GET IT TWISTED STILL REVEL IN MY OWN BLOOD AND FROM ASHES HEARTS AND TONGUES EVERYONE I LAID EYES ON BUILDING UP THAT MONUMENT MY HEART MY DAGGER I KNOW I WILL DEFEND IT TILL THE STATE THEY COME AROUND AND BULLDOZE IT ALL ACROSS THE CENTURIES EVERYBODY GOING TO EXTREMES HOLDING ON TO THE SAME OLD DREAMS AND THEN THERE'S ME RISING UP FOR THE GOLDEN CUP COME ON I'M JUST TRYING TO GET FUCKED UP FALL INTO THE RHYTHM OF OBLIVION AND MAYBE YOU’LL FALL IN LOVE WITH ME AGAIN WE COULD BE NOSE TO SKIN UNDER THE ARCHWAY THE KITCHEN SINK MY BROKEN TEETH UNDERNEATH THE SKIES BLACK GRIN THE STARS ALL SHOOTING HEROIN
6.	Condos 01:46	lyrics
EVERYDAY THAT I WAKE I KNOW I’M ONE STEP CLOSER MOVING BACK TO THE FUCKING SUBURBS THERE WILL BE CONDOS ON TOP CONDOS THE ONLY THING AFTER THE APOCALYPSE WILL BE YUPPIES AND BUZZARDS I’M SO SICK OF THE POLICE AND THE ASSHOLES WHO RUN THIS CITY TURN SEATTLE TO SOME NAZI ART PIECE KEEP IT SEGREGATED LIKE THE 1950’S WHEN I DROWN GONNA TAKE A FERRY DOWN MY LEGACY IS YOUR BLOOD AND BONES WASHING UP ON THE PUGET SOUND CARRIED THE WATER BUT THE WELL RAN DRY NOW I’M SITTING HERE GOT A GUN IN MOUTH WAITING FOR THE BIRDS GIVE ME A SIGN OR MAYBE A BREAK IN THE HORIZON LINE ALL I KNOW NOW IS THAT GOD WON’T RETURN MY CALLS I HOPE WHEN THE NEXT WORLD WAR HITS EVERYBODY DIES
7.	Phil Ochs 05:15	lyrics
LAST NIGHT I HAD A DREAM PHIL OCHS AS REAL AS YOU AND AS REAL AS I’D LIKE TO BE WALKING RIGHT OUT OF HIS GRAVE SAYING HEY HEY GOT ONE MORE SONG THAT I WANT TO SING SORRY ABOUT THE LAST APOCALYPSE I SAY WE WAKE UP ALL THE DEAD GIVE THEM OUR PARDON KISS HEY PHIL OCHS I JUST WANTED YOU TO KNOW DID EVERYTHING I COULD BUT WE STILL FIGHTING THE SAME OLD WARS BUT I PROMISE WHERE I STAND WITH THIS GUITAR WEIGHING LIKE A THOUSAND POUNDS BURNING UP MY HANDS I’LL KEEP SINGING MY LOVE SONGS TO THIS FIELD OF CRIMSON GHOSTS LOOKING UP TO THE SKY FOR ANSWERS HA! JUST BLOOD POLLUTION AND SMOKE HEY PHIL OCHS WE BOTH DO KNOW THE NIGHT SKY IS THE ONLY FEELING’ OF FREEDOM PROPER HEY PHIL OCHS I JUST WANTED YOU TO KNOW I REMEMBER VICTOR JARA IN THE SANTIAGO STADIUM I’LL HOLD UP THAT VENDETTA FOR OUR BLESSED IGNOBLE DEAD FROM AVI UP TO TRISTAN TZARA J DILLA FREDDY GREY BRING IT BACK TO THE FATHER MARIO SANTIAGO MAY THE TRIBE OF PARRA NEVER LAY DOWN ARMS TILL WE’RE IN GRAVE BONES AND SWEAT WITH VIOLETA HEY PHIL OCHS I JUST WANTED YOU TO KNOW REAL SORRY ABOUT THE SONGS SERIOUS TONE SO I GUESS YOU END IT ALL WITH A COUPLE OF JOKES LIKE: WAR IS OVER IF YOU WANT IT THATS WHY WE SEND OUR WEAPONS TO EL SALVADOR HEY PHIL OCHS WAR IS OVER IF YOU WANT IT THATS WHY BARACK OBAMA GOT DRONE STRIKES FOR HEY PHIL OCHS WAR IS OVER IF YOU WANT IT THATS WHAT WE GOT OUR HANDS HERE FOR HEY PHIL OCHS ON A SERIOUS NOTE WAR IS OVER IF YOU WANT IT THATS WHAT WE GOT OUR VOICES FOR
8.	Ya Me Cansé 02:32	lyrics
SO YOU LOOKING DOWN THE ROAD WONDERING WHERE YOUR MIND GOES DIGGING FOR YOUR OWN BODY BLOOD IN THE SHAPE OF ROSE DON’T SPEND ALL YOUR MONEY BUY YOUR PARENTS VOTE SETTLE IT WITH A KISS WE’RE BORN WITH NARCO GRIN AND UP NORTH THE SAME OLE’ GOES I MEAN, WHO WON’T THESE COPS KILL FOR? YA ME CANSE' YEAH I’M TIRED TOO YOU BURN THAT SKIN JUST MAKE YOUR LOOT GOT NO IDEA WHAT WE BEEN THROUGH BUT I GOT SOME NEWS NOT A BONE THAT COULD CONSTITUTE I GOT NO FEAR OF YOU YOU SAY THAT YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A GHOST WELL I’LL GIVE YOU A BULLET MAKE YOU A CORPSE I’M GONNA BE YOUR LAST CHAUFFEUR I’LL DRIVE YOUR HEARSE FROM THE POLYTECHNIC DOWN TO THE D.F. BACK TO FERGUSON ALL I’M SEEING IS RED

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"Disjointed, awkward punker skronk by a two piece outta' Seattle with some really nutter vocals and a jangle-fuck of a gee-tar. Sorta' like a Black Lips brat packer take on the whole Lumpy St. Louis sideshow. At its best - like during "Things Death Taught Us" - it sounds like a Ron House project we've never known of, but Ron would have a built on a much stronger backbone. It's pretty pedestrian for starters - like baby's first band. I keep waiting for a solo or something to change up to differentiate one song from the next. It does creep up on me as it goes along and I find myself enjoying later tracks more. The bottom end gets a good reworking, thickening up like The Fall suffering a dangerous hiccup fit during the closer "Ya Me Canse". There's some creaky genius at play on this'n and things peak as the track sputters into a repeato-reverbed Eels-ish plod. Picking at the scab. It's all just too much, too often. If this joint was only the best two or three songs - even pressed up as an EP - it'd work in favor of both the band and listener. Sharply housed in a full color sleeve with painted insert and a lyric book." -Terminal Boredom

"This eight song collection jumps at you right from the start with a sonic kick in the groin. Nixon Tooth are a two-piece, with Mohammed Grout handling guitar and vocals. And what vocals they are. Grout sounds like Human Switchboard on acid with a side dish if Jonathan Richman. This is not to imply it's bad-anything but. In a world if sound alike, this combo stands out, especially as a two-piece. These guys are two left turns and a foxhole away from your usual White Stripes copycat bands. I can't put my finger on it exactly, but suffice to say it's an acoustic guitar being tortured with Grout's voice as the mouthpiece." - Cassette Gods

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released December 23, 2015

Mohammed Grout - Guitar & Vocals
Daniel Onufer - Drums & Bass

Recorded at Dabtone Studio 7/13/15
Mastered by, Geoff Traeger
Layout by, Daniel Onufer

Cover Art by, S.S. Powell
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