.​.​.​In Time

by Beer and Pretzels

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  • Oops! We did it again!

    Nine of our strongest songs, re-recorded live and DIY, with more gusto with current drummer Eric Pugh.

    A pleasant, yet jarring diversion while we cook up something new.

    Enjoy!

     $3 USD  or more

     

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about

...In Time is a collection of quick re-recordings of some of our favorite songs. New material is on the way!!!

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Booking:
rockonplayloud@gmail.com (Chad)
wertman@gmail.com (Jon Wertman)
4ericpugh@gmail.com (Eric)
kash.jt@gmail.com (Kash)

credits

released 10 October 2010
Jon Kashetta - guitar, vocals
Eric Pugh - drums, vocals
Jon Wertman - bass, vocals
Chad Wright - vocals, guitar, samples, "mellotron"

Main instruments recorded live at Phillips Emporium in Bloomsburg, PA by Eric Pugh. Vocals, keyboards and overdubs recorded at Wertmanor in Sunbury, PA by Eric Pugh. Mixed and mastered in the dungeon by Jon Kashetta.

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Track Name: Payphone Paralysis
let's get the prom queen pregnant
and drown the children in their own tears
let's hide beneath the bleachers
you fucked my mind
and nine months later I had a thought
I thought I wore protection
always ignore what you don't understand
always ignore what you can't understand
always ignore what you won't understand
always ignore what you'll never understand
a bike with no wheels is called a squirrel
a bike with no wheels cannot fly
I read the Bible
it said God is real
I read a B-B-B-Batman comic
Batman's real. Batman's real!
Track Name: Bird in a Beehive
beginning with the end in mind
as we sing our "yeahs" and "la-la-la"'s
with deafening applause
just because
the painter paints with precision
the rapist lures away inhibition
and finds a penny on the ground
and a face that speaks no sound
paint me a portrait of original sin
and intuition of the lady within
close your eyes and hold on tight
behold! the imagination's tragic plight
a starving artist with nothing to eat
middle age claiming defeat
all the world's a stage tonight
lulled to sleep by fluorescent light
Track Name: 17927
you don't want me on Halloween
if you don't look like me
you're not a human being
I don't want you in my TV
her people bled red, white, and blue
since June of 1962
I will, I can't, I will, I can't, I will, I can't
I'm built to last but designed to fail
I think we made a wrong turn in Albuquerque
a fridge-ful of women and a room full of clues
do you know originality comes with a case of the blues? Her people bled red, white, and blue
don't budge when they relocate you
Track Name: Thinkmint/Pills'n'er Beer
these thoughts you cannot save
the sweetest thoughts can put you in an early grave
these thoughts are not for sale
a preacher's daughter races up the Scoville scale
these thoughts are not for sale
these thighs are not for sale
it's all been put to rest
I've got this lump of coal in my chest
these thoughts are not for sale
these thighs are not for sale

is this a moment stuck in time
or is it a reason to fall out of line?
bring in the medication
it's an adaptation to what we've become
visualize; dematerialize
based upon the things we've learned
and flags we've burned
watch it all come crashing down and laid to waste
based upon the things we've learned
and flags we've burned
watch it all come crashing down with great haste
but, he'll never relinquish the crown
is this a moment stuck in time
or is it a reason to fall out of line?
empty your mind; sacrifice your socks
these thoughts are not for sale
these thoughts are not for sale
these thighs are not for sale!
open your eyes
try not to swallow
sacrifice your socks
try not to let your head fall out
Track Name: The Only Way Out of a Paper Bag is by Drinking What's Inside
he who's rich is one who steals
driving a metal box on wheels
she who rules all carries a knife
running fingernails down the chalkboard of life
dim the lights to dim the mind
no one left is one of a kind
if insanity is all you can pitch
how can the genie grant your wish?
so, go sit in traffic
and learn mathematics
(so) you can say, "paper or plastic?"
with a smile on your face
Track Name: Screwdriver and Spears
raised on red meat and hatred
douse it all in Vaseline
lights, camera, penetrate!
gone downhill since age eighteen
is there a foot in my mouth?
open your mouth!
hey, it can happen to you
there's nothing about it you can do
open mouth, insert foot
open mouth; your juices are my paint!
gonna start a revolution
broadcasted from the basement
gonna start a revolution tonight
take the chance of a lifetime
never going to forget it
but in a year you will regret it
she's digging her own grave
she'd sing herself to sleep
but her throat can't take any more
she's digging her own grave
expand your mind; expand your holes
your juices are my paint