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The Perpetual Machine

February 22, 2011

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  1. Download Play Candy

    Lyrics

    I can't find my way to the party.
    When Jimmy told me to take a left, I went right.
    But he really should have known I could find it on my own.
    Now I'm all confused and it's his fault.

    All the finest candidates will be there.
    It's simply a matter of just which one I choose.
    The flirting and the beer: a perfect atmosphere.
    A few more minutes in the car. We're almost there.

    Some people think it's taking candy from a babe.
    But I like to think it takes more skill.
    More like a soldier making his kill.
    While the enemy's sleeping, laying still.
    Whatever it takes to get the job done.

    Some people think it's taking flowers from a grave.
    But I like to think it takes more time.
    Playing the game until the market's prime.
    Then you sell you stock and you make a dime.
    Whatever it takes to get the job done.

    ℗ © copyright 2011 Fullbloods, all rights reserved.

    Musicians

    • Ross Brown

      Vocal, Electric Guitar, Backing Vocal
    • Glenn Shipps

      Electric Guitar, Backing Vocal, Acoustic Guitar, Piano
    • Alex Chapman

      Bass
    • Bill Pollock

      Drums, Tambourine
    • Nathan McCommon

      Backing Vocal
    • Jerad Colton Tomasino

      Backing Vocal
  2. Court Jester

    Lyrics

    It's all part of the act:
    Calling a yellow cab.
    Opening the door for her majesty.
    I put on a lazy grin
    as the queen climbs right in.
    I am the pauper that stole her royal heart.

    I recite my address carefully
    to ensure a quick delivery.

    The opportunity in front of me.
    A perfect night unfolding perfectly.
    I mock the concept of conspiracy.
    I am the master of contingencies.

    She drops her jacket and her purse
    and now the roles reverse.
    I am the king and she's my court jester.
    A beauty from head to toe.
    she's putting on a show.
    I voice a suggestion to make it better.

    The opportunity in front of me.
    A perfect night unfolding perfectly.
    I mock the concept of conspiracy.
    I am the master of contingencies.

    A belly full of wine,
    my little concubine
    performs with a fire her royal service.
    Then raising a royal hand
    I issue a stern command,
    "Get out of my bed, you've served your purpose."

    ℗ © copyright 2011 Fullbloods, all rights reserved.

    Musicians

    • Ross Brown

      Vocal, Electric Guitar, Backing Vocal
    • Glenn Shipps

      Electric Guitar, Backing Vocal
    • Alex Chapman

      Bass
    • Bill Pollock

      Drums, Tambourine
    • Jerad Colton Tomasino

      Backing Vocal
  3. Morning Sickness

    Lyrics

    Wake to the early morning sun.
    Stomach churning, eyes bloodshot.
    I proceed to the bathroom where I get on my knees
    and throw up everything I've got.

    I would prefer not to see
    everything I ever eat,
    upon which my little spawn parasitically feeds,
    half-digested, coming out of me.

    Translucent babies are swimming around my head
    My oven's baking. My future's dead.

    I am amazed that you and I
    didn't even have to try.
    But the thought of a human growing deep inside my womb
    makes me resent the thought of you.

    Translucent babies are swimming around my head
    My oven's baking. My future's dead.

    ℗ © copyright 2011 Fullbloods, all rights reserved.

    Musicians

    • Ross Brown

      Vocal, Electric Guitar, Backing Vocal
    • Glenn Shipps

      Electric Guitar, Backing Vocal
    • Alex Chapman

      Bass
    • Bill Pollock

      Drums
    • Jerad Colton Tomasino

      Backing Vocal
    • Josh Williams

      Backing Vocal
  4. Bourgeoisie

    Lyrics

    I'm not the one to raise this kid.
    I only want the best for him.
    But right now I've got too much on my hands.

    Given several years or so
    I'd learn all I'd need to know.
    But who am I to raise a son like this?

    You grew up on your parents' music but things don't sound like that anymore.
    A nuclear family is a tell-tale sign that your love life's dead and your job is a bore.

    I don't want to be part of middle class America.
    I don't want to be the Bourgeoisie.
    If I were to even try, a little punk would bleed me dry.
    So don't even to tell me he's my responsibility.

    What a service it would be
    to make somebody happy
    by giving them the what they cannot have.

    It would be selfish of me
    to hog all of the paternity.
    He should belong to someone else

    You grew up on your parents' music but things don't sound like that anymore.
    A nuclear family is a tell-tale sign that your love life's dead and your job is a bore.

    I don't want to be part of middle class America.
    I don't want to be the Bourgeoisie.
    If I were to even try, a little punk would bleed me dry.
    So don't even to tell me he's my responsibility.

    ℗ © copyright 2011 Fullbloods, all rights reserved.

    Musicians

    • Ross Brown

      Vocal, Electric Guitar, Backing Vocal, Shaker
    • Glenn Shipps

      Electric Guitar, Backing Vocal, Organ, Percussion
    • Alex Chapman

      Bass
    • Bill Pollock

      Drums, Percussion
    • Jerad Colton Tomasino

      Backing Vocal
    • Nathan McCommon

      Backing Vocal
  5. Strangers

    Lyrics

    Every day is the same. An art of making face.
    Filing papers on a daughter or a son.
    Each one takes the cake explaining their mistake.
    So we can demonstrate our heavy hand in fate.
    Sending off children to people who are willing to help.

    Everyone is different, but most of everyone says,
    "Don't let them find out who gave them to strangers.
    I don't want to deal with this again."

    I'd like nothing more than to tell these people no.
    But it's my job to show them how it is all our problem now
    and once I'm done with them they're free to go.

    Everyone is different, but to most of them we say,
    "We won't let them find out who gave them to strangers.
    You won't want to deal with this again.
    Because strangers rarely want to be friends."

    ℗ © copyright 2011 Fullbloods, all rights reserved.

    Musicians

    • Ross Brown

      Vocal, Electric Guitar, Percussion, Trumpets, Piano
    • Glenn Shipps

      Electric Guitar, Backing Vocal
    • Alex Chapman

      Bass
    • Bill Pollock

      Drums, Percussion
  6. Work

    Lyrics

    I did my breathing.
    Just like I practiced
    for hours on end before today.
    But nothing could prepare me for this.

    I used to wonder and not understand
    why you'd want one of your own.
    But nothing could prepare me for this.

    I was ashamed. I didn't know what to say.
    I'd suffered the pain and now had to give it away.

    All that work for nothing.

    ℗ © copyright 2011 Fullbloods, all rights reserved.

    Musicians

    • Ross Brown

      Vocal, Electric Guitar
    • Glenn Shipps

      Electric Guitar, Bass
    • Bill Pollock

      Drums
  7. Download Play Flowers

    Lyrics

    Flowers?!
    You think you can win be back with flowers?!
    And several notes that say what I've done is what everyone wants...
    That's a lie.

    Flowers?!
    I wish you'd have known that I hate flowers.
    Best case scenario: you water when they're dry
    and watch them quickly die. What a waste.

    But that's what happens when people get handed around.
    Your thorns cut off and roots pulled from the ground.

    You pruned a branch on family trees.
    Product of iniquities.
    Fuel for the fire you're burning to stay alive.

    But that's what happens when people get handed around.
    Your thorns cut off and roots pulled from the ground.

    Is this your idea of starting a family
    How many things are you gonna push off on me?
    I thought what happened would warrant me some space.
    But I've never been so disgusted to see your face
    So throw your stupid flowers away.
    it's over.

    ℗ © copyright 2011 Fullbloods, all rights reserved.

    Musicians

    • Ross Brown

      Vocal, Electric Guitar, Drums, Percussion, Keyboards
    • Glenn Shipps

      Electric Guitar, Backing Vocal
    • Will Crain

      Keyboards
    • Bill Pollock

      Drums, Percussion
  8. Chastity

    Lyrics

    Chastity, you should not have called me
    Were it not for my sympathy I'd have left you to die.
    Because honestly, you know there was no guarantee
    that you would tell the truth to me without hiding in a lie

    So Chastity, you should not have called me.
    But now my heart belongs to you, you see,
    and I cannot figure why.

    I'm on my way to absolutes

    Did I come to the conclusion that I had no more to give
    to the world of single women than a bottle and a crib?
    Or had my conscience taken over like the burn for her did?
    I don't know.

    Immediately resistant.
    Then suddenly nonexistent.

    Chastity, you claimed the best for me
    and by some trickery you got me to cave.
    Mercilessly you shook my body
    and forced my eyes to see how my heart behaves.

    ℗ © copyright 2011 Fullbloods, all rights reserved.

    Musicians

    • Ross Brown

      Vocal, Electric Guitar, Drum Circle
    • Glenn Shipps

      Electric Guitar, Backing Vocal, Organ, Drum Circle
    • Alex Chapman

      Bass
    • Bill Pollock

      Drums, Tambourine, Drum Circle
  9. Alaska

    Lyrics

    I am no one's favorite boon
    with a face so black and blue.

    Raised on a hundred acres,
    scenery like a dream,
    framing the perfect bubble
    where no one can hear you scream.

    I'm living in Alaska.
    I'm living where the sun won't shine for weeks.
    I'm living is Alaska.
    And it's not where I'm supposed to be.

    I will never fit this place
    if I never see a single familiar face
    'cause the two that I share this home with,
    who barely keep me alive,
    have never really loved me
    and I still haven't found out why.

    I'm living in Alaska.
    I'm living where the sun won't shine for weeks.
    I'm living is Alaska.
    and it's not where I'm supposed to be.

    I've got an iron will.
    The landscape's never moving
    but the sky will not stay still.
    I've got an iron will.
    I'll never stop my searching
    and I'll never rest until
    I find out you are
    and I find out where you live
    I find out why you gave up
    and if I can forgive.

    You never visit me on holidays.
    I never took you at your word.
    I never thought I'd be
    so obviously
    optional.

    ℗ © copyright 2011 Fullbloods, all rights reserved.

    Musicians

    • Ross Brown

      Vocal, Electric Guitar, Backing Vocal
    • Glenn Shipps

      Electric Guitar, Backing Vocal
    • Alex Chapman

      Bass
    • Bill Pollock

      Drums, Tambourine
  10. The Perpetual Machine

    Lyrics

    Time makes it easy to forget
    all the work I've done to call something my own.
    Time pads the blow to my head
    and the price I paid to make someplace my home.

    A ring around her finger, I've appeased the royal queen.
    For whom I'm forced to operate The Perpetual Machine.

    I'm a tailor. I'm stitching what you see.
    The days are thread, the nights are fabric
    and I cannot find the seams.
    I am finished. I am what I became.
    A pawn that waits his turn to play the endless game.

    Have I found my calling? A crutch on which I lean?
    Or am I cursed to operate The Perpetual Machine?

    Now I've earned my stay, I'll put it to the test.
    I may have lost my eggs but I'll never lose my nest.

    ℗ © copyright 2011 Fullbloods, all rights reserved.

    Musicians

    • Ross Brown

      Vocal, Electric Guitar, Shaker
    • Glenn Shipps

      Electric Guitar, Backing Vocal, Piano
    • Alex Chapman

      Bass
    • Bill Pollock

      Drums, Tambourine
  11. Accident

    Lyrics

    I look through the windows covered up with snow
    and I see what I want to see.
    Two old fogies seeking shelter from cold
    in a house where they hide from me.

    I've got his hands and I've got her eyes
    but neither know enough to care.
    All that money better spent on a child
    has been spent on this lovely pair.

    The glass was easy to break. It usually is.
    Hard part's deciding what speech to give
    to your attentive audience.

    I keep it short so I don't impose
    on more of their precious time:
    "Do you remember me, your bastard son
    who was missing from both your lives?"

    You just met me so you don't really know
    what I came here to do, what I'm capable of.

    I won't be your accident anymore.
    Hands behind your head. Faces on the floor.
    All this time we could have been in touch.
    All this time it didn't matter all that much.
    The look you're giving me once you realize who you are
    makes me smile to see you've had a sudden change of heart.

    So this is what you trade?
    A cradle for a grave?

    ℗ © copyright 2011 Fullbloods, all rights reserved.

    Musicians

    • Ross Brown

      Vocal, Electric Guitar
    • Glenn Shipps

      Electric Guitar, Backing Vocal
    • Alex Chapman

      Bass
    • Bill Pollock

      Drums, Tambourine
    • Jerad Colton Tomasino

      Backing Vocal
  12. Hell: A Narrative

    Lyrics

    My estate has been given away to the lazy and the green.
    From my grave I will never get to say all the things I mean to say.

    I held my tightest to my treasure
    but it won't come through to the other side.

    I saw it slip as I lost my grip
    when the color of the sky turned red.
    I fell right through the foundation of my very own home
    and I never even bled.

    My blood ran cold and I cursed all that is sacred.
    Oh tortured soul, where is your Beautiful Maker?
    Things will get worse before they get any better.
    You can't ignore the scarlet letter.

    ℗ © copyright 2011 Fullbloods, all rights reserved.

    Musicians

    • Ross Brown

      Vocal, Electric Guitar
    • Glenn Shipps

      Electric Guitar, Backing Vocal, Bass
    • Alex Chapman

      Bass
    • Bill Pollock

      Drums
    • Josh Williams

      Orchestration

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Description

Crafted over a year’s span, The Perpetual Machine is a twelve song opus of cohesive storytelling presented as musically digestible rock and roll.

Liner Notes

Fullbloods

Ross Brown | Alex Chapman | Bill Pollock | Glenn Shipps

All songs recorded, mixed, and mastered by Josh Williams and Fullbloods at BRC Audio Productions in Kansas City, USA

All songs written by Ross Brown | arranged and performed by
Fullbloods

Additional Performers

  • Jerad Colton Tomasino | vocals on tracks 1, 2, 3, 4, and 11
  • Nathan McCommon | vocals on tracks 1 and 4
  • Josh Williams | vocals on track 3 and orchestration on track 12
  • Will Crain | keys on track 7

Produced by Fullbloods
Josh Williams | Jerad Colton Tomasino | Additional production
Bill Crain | Executive Producer

Special Thanks

The Brown, Chapman, Pollock, and Shipps families | Bill Crain for his dedication to audio engineering and providing others the opportunity to develop their ears | Josh Williams for his patience, endurance, and skill | Everyone who has given us gracious support

Fullbloods use:

Vox, Fender, Ampeg, and Gallien-Kruger amps
Gretsch, Fender, Gibson, Martin and G&L guitars Rogers,
Ludwig and DW drums
Zildjan and Sabian cymbals

For more about The Perpetual Machine, visit fullbloods.com

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This band is clearly not going to settle for anything generic or predictable, and they deserve some recognition for stretching such boundaries and taking the time to...
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