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Experiment 2:540:00/2:54
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Just Visiting 3:010:00/3:01
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Hooked 3:370:00/3:37
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Do Your Job 2:160:00/2:16
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Highflyer 3:380:00/3:38
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Retired 2:250:00/2:25
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Sick Speed 4:160:00/4:16
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Gambit 3:090:00/3:09
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Nine Of Hearts 3:420:00/3:42
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Yellow Rebels 3:310:00/3:31
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Jackals 4:580:00/4:58
Lyrics
Experiment
First things first, ditch the hearse
I wanna ride in a tank and blow up the church
When I go I want beer-flow, I swear there won't be any crosses in sight
The scientist above is preaching peace and love
What we don't know about where we go is driving us to fight
I spread the word to the Buffalo Herd
You’re Zero, Point-One
Ninety-nine point nine percent are the experiment
Well I think upon this day not what makes us this way
It's feeling right in seeming like, that we are not the same
Fire it up, now freeze
You wanna float like a feather and ride on the breeze
Take the test and take on the rest
Then soon even you could be seeing the light
Results are coming in and soon they will begin
Closing down what's on the ground like whispers in the night
I write this for those that exist
You're Zero, Point-One
Just Visiting
I passed “Go” to roll my first double
On my next throw I’m rolling into trouble
When the snake eyes show, one more and I'm gone
Took my chance and my ship set sail
Got an advance, riding on the rail
Just visiting - A world in jail
I just wanna help my players breakout
A little trick, called bending the rules
It felt so good, smashing through the prison wall
Felt so fine, stepping out of line
Felt so good, smashing through the prison wall
Felt so fine, yeah, so fine, now we're all just visiting
Built my house on my first monopoly
Got a hotel on every single property
My kingdom come, the law on my heels
"Go direct" said the Blue Officer
"Do not collect" he'd heard about my character
Just visiting - I was down on my luck
I just wanna help myself to breakout
A little trick, called bending the rules
Well I'm not an American and I wasn't raised on promises
I was equipped to go and make my way
In this game winning is a lesson
No matter how much you make sometimes you gotta pay
I just wanna help everybody breakout
A little trick, called bending the rules
Hooked
She calls me up on the telephone
I don’t answer cause I wanna be alone
Things are changing, I get no decision
In my heart she is making an incision
Oh, I know, we’ll go and burn in love tonight
I know, we’ll go and burn in love tonight
I tell my friends that she’s just another
That’s a lie when I’m trying not to love her
She tells her sisters that she is done fishing
She hooked my lips now we’re permanently kissing
Let’s break it down man let’s take a second
It’s moving fast and it’s more than I can reckon
Shit-fire, man she got me spinning
So hot and it’s only the beginning
Do Your Job
This is the real world baby
I say yes-yes-yes I don’t wanna hear maybe
An’ it’s gonna take a minute now
You know you’ve got to make a living the question is how
Hear the rap of the snap as the whip goes crack
Get on your back, your career is on track
An it’s gonna make you miserable
But the digits speak and it’s time to move the decimal
This is the real world baby
I want three bags full 'cause sheep ain’t lazy
Working on a way to dodge the grind
Do your job, Do your job
This is the real world man
You gotta get out of your bed and get yourself a plan
On your way to the Academy
After so long now you’ve become your own enemy
Collect the respect in the role you select
No need to break your neck, enough to write a cheque
And it doesn’t take a miracle
But the digits speak and it’s time to move the decimal
This is the real world man
If the other sheep can hack it, I’m sure you can
No complaining when the bills start raining
No escaping once you start scraping
Highflyer
Highflyer got the fire, got the flow
But you’re reeling at the ceiling hit by bullets from below
Don’t be shocked by the sound when they try to shoot you down
Highflyer you are always on the run
Don’t be a fool like Icarus who flew to close to the sun
Your wings won’t melt someone will cut them off
You get the feeling you can’t move you know
Someone’s stealing your path of flight, time to go and say…
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah - You can fly so high and not even try
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah - When you’ve been and gone
We’ll see who’s hanging on
Highflyer you aspire to the top
On the side of every mountain there will always be a drop
No one there when you call, just a crowd to watch you fall
Highflyer the Messiah waits ahead
Vultures for your eagle and crows when you are dead
Bye Lenore, close the door, Quoth the Raven nevermore
Retired
You're calling it a day, trying to make way
For the stars of tomorrow to come out and play
Tears in your eyes, fans begin to cry
To the business you love it's time to say goodbye
When you said it I didn't believe you
Because I've heard it many times before
Retire, Retired, keep on coming back, just keep on coming back
Retire, Retired, forget the blood and sweat, think about your future
Retire, Retired, keep on coming back, just keep on coming back
Retire, Retired, forget about your debt, think about your future
Hanging up your boots, trading trunks for suits
Your bodies banged up from remembering your roots
Doctor says you’re done, wife prepared to run
That one big pay day makes you ride back from the sun
When you said it I didn't believe you
I never wanted you to prove me right
Retire, Retired, keep on coming back, just keep on coming back
Retire, Retired, we sing welcome back
Retire, Retired, keep on coming back, just keep on coming back
Retire, Retired, we sing welcome back
Welcome back!
Sick Speed
Going slow just ain't my style
For every inch I take a mile
A psychological predator
More lies than a senator
Accelerating all the while
Whatever I do, I do it quick
I got sick, sick speed
Moving on and moving fast
Leaving everybody in the past
This ain't a metaphor for the drug
I never had the amphetamine bug
I coming first and everybody’s last
Everyday I run the race
in every way I keep the pace
I'm something of a manager
in a second I could handle you
An' then I'm gone without a trace
You can chase me into the place
Gambit
Wake up it's your opening move
From the looks of you, you got something to prove
Sacrifice is an act with price
Like a bet or a debt or a roll of the dice
Just keep on watching porn
I keep watching your pawn until dusk meets dawn
I got a counter and I'm counting on it
yeah I’m counting on it, I'll be mounting on it, right
In life we can only guess
The rues are clues to fathom my fate
In life, unlike chess, the game continues after checkmate
Two steps sideways an one step back
You gotta keep moving forward or you just might crack
Knight falls, my position is fine
The advantage is mine on a diagonal line
Your Queen flees from my Coup D’état
As the sound of my Rook goes a-rat-a-tat-tat
The moon sets on your Halloween theme
As the black and white Bishops are starting to scheme
They're gonna slide far and wide
Side-to-side while you hide, no time to bide
A Gambiteer ain't confined to a game
The pieces and people they all move the same
From, Budapest and Scotch to Latvian, England back to Italian
I got a thirst for the blood of your king and revolution is a beautiful thing
Drink it up, drink it up, drink it up, spit it out - Long live the King
Tic-toc, the sound of the clock
Stand firm as a rook, firm as a rook
Clank, clank goes the key to the lock
Stand firm as a rock, stand firm as a rock,
Knight falls an’ it’s time to ride
Stand firm as a rook, stand firm as a rook
Two steps sideways an one step back
You gotta keep moving forward or you just might crack
Nine of Hearts
I can tell you that I’m right here and I know that’s what you believe
Conditioned with a repetition, got the Cat’s card on my sleeve
Keep giving, got to keep giving and one day I will receive
Good living, the gift of good living, I’ll be Adam you be Eve
You can call me the fall of man, I’ve been tempted by the snake
One, Two, Me and you baby
Three, Four, Give me some more my lady
Five, Six, Pick up sticks, I’m crazy
Only the card can save me
Seven, Oh there is no heaven
Eight, I’m gonna choose my fate
When I play the Nine of Hearts
I can tell you that I’m right here but I’m not here to survive
Uncertain when I draw the curtain whether I am really alive
Keep playing, got to keep playing and into the river we dive
Sick of waiting, so, so sick of waiting for my saviour to arrive
You can call me Jesus Christ, I’m gonna save my own life
Yellow Rebels
So you feel like a man with a book in your hand
Reading up on old John Brown
You’re talking ‘bout a revolution
The closest you got was turning around
I say - Yeah, alright
You got Che on your T-shirt and you’re staying up all night
I say - why, you try to get busy doing nothing but talking all the time?
All the time, talking all the time
So you wanna fight the power like Hugo Chavez
Cause Parliament is a carnival
I hear you talking about rebellion
The closest you got was the festival
I say yeah, alright
You got Che on your T-shirt and you’re staying up all night
An I say why, you try to get busy doing nothing but talking all the time?
I say yeah, right, Che on your T-shirt but no guns, no fists, no knives
I say why, do you die in constant conversation, a dialogue of lives?
All the time, busy just talking all the time
Jackals
They’re here, they’re there, they’re lurking everywhere
Look high, look low, reconsider what you know
Sneaking through society, destroy your variety
Working through the shadow-lands into the light, they are...
The Jackals, avoiders of the law
Jackals, hiding at your door
They are the jackals, avoiders of the law
Jackals, but who are they working for?
They’re me, they’re you but no one knows what’s true
Move left, move right, move forward through the night
Working on the borderline, cloaked work in clandestine
Edging for their targets, everyone’s a target for...
Some might call me paranoid, well that some would be wrong
Take a look inside yourself, They’ve been here all along
© The Senton Bombs - 2012
First things first, ditch the hearse
I wanna ride in a tank and blow up the church
When I go I want beer-flow, I swear there won't be any crosses in sight
The scientist above is preaching peace and love
What we don't know about where we go is driving us to fight
I spread the word to the Buffalo Herd
You’re Zero, Point-One
Ninety-nine point nine percent are the experiment
Well I think upon this day not what makes us this way
It's feeling right in seeming like, that we are not the same
Fire it up, now freeze
You wanna float like a feather and ride on the breeze
Take the test and take on the rest
Then soon even you could be seeing the light
Results are coming in and soon they will begin
Closing down what's on the ground like whispers in the night
I write this for those that exist
You're Zero, Point-One
Just Visiting
I passed “Go” to roll my first double
On my next throw I’m rolling into trouble
When the snake eyes show, one more and I'm gone
Took my chance and my ship set sail
Got an advance, riding on the rail
Just visiting - A world in jail
I just wanna help my players breakout
A little trick, called bending the rules
It felt so good, smashing through the prison wall
Felt so fine, stepping out of line
Felt so good, smashing through the prison wall
Felt so fine, yeah, so fine, now we're all just visiting
Built my house on my first monopoly
Got a hotel on every single property
My kingdom come, the law on my heels
"Go direct" said the Blue Officer
"Do not collect" he'd heard about my character
Just visiting - I was down on my luck
I just wanna help myself to breakout
A little trick, called bending the rules
Well I'm not an American and I wasn't raised on promises
I was equipped to go and make my way
In this game winning is a lesson
No matter how much you make sometimes you gotta pay
I just wanna help everybody breakout
A little trick, called bending the rules
Hooked
She calls me up on the telephone
I don’t answer cause I wanna be alone
Things are changing, I get no decision
In my heart she is making an incision
Oh, I know, we’ll go and burn in love tonight
I know, we’ll go and burn in love tonight
I tell my friends that she’s just another
That’s a lie when I’m trying not to love her
She tells her sisters that she is done fishing
She hooked my lips now we’re permanently kissing
Let’s break it down man let’s take a second
It’s moving fast and it’s more than I can reckon
Shit-fire, man she got me spinning
So hot and it’s only the beginning
Do Your Job
This is the real world baby
I say yes-yes-yes I don’t wanna hear maybe
An’ it’s gonna take a minute now
You know you’ve got to make a living the question is how
Hear the rap of the snap as the whip goes crack
Get on your back, your career is on track
An it’s gonna make you miserable
But the digits speak and it’s time to move the decimal
This is the real world baby
I want three bags full 'cause sheep ain’t lazy
Working on a way to dodge the grind
Do your job, Do your job
This is the real world man
You gotta get out of your bed and get yourself a plan
On your way to the Academy
After so long now you’ve become your own enemy
Collect the respect in the role you select
No need to break your neck, enough to write a cheque
And it doesn’t take a miracle
But the digits speak and it’s time to move the decimal
This is the real world man
If the other sheep can hack it, I’m sure you can
No complaining when the bills start raining
No escaping once you start scraping
Highflyer
Highflyer got the fire, got the flow
But you’re reeling at the ceiling hit by bullets from below
Don’t be shocked by the sound when they try to shoot you down
Highflyer you are always on the run
Don’t be a fool like Icarus who flew to close to the sun
Your wings won’t melt someone will cut them off
You get the feeling you can’t move you know
Someone’s stealing your path of flight, time to go and say…
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah - You can fly so high and not even try
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah - When you’ve been and gone
We’ll see who’s hanging on
Highflyer you aspire to the top
On the side of every mountain there will always be a drop
No one there when you call, just a crowd to watch you fall
Highflyer the Messiah waits ahead
Vultures for your eagle and crows when you are dead
Bye Lenore, close the door, Quoth the Raven nevermore
Retired
You're calling it a day, trying to make way
For the stars of tomorrow to come out and play
Tears in your eyes, fans begin to cry
To the business you love it's time to say goodbye
When you said it I didn't believe you
Because I've heard it many times before
Retire, Retired, keep on coming back, just keep on coming back
Retire, Retired, forget the blood and sweat, think about your future
Retire, Retired, keep on coming back, just keep on coming back
Retire, Retired, forget about your debt, think about your future
Hanging up your boots, trading trunks for suits
Your bodies banged up from remembering your roots
Doctor says you’re done, wife prepared to run
That one big pay day makes you ride back from the sun
When you said it I didn't believe you
I never wanted you to prove me right
Retire, Retired, keep on coming back, just keep on coming back
Retire, Retired, we sing welcome back
Retire, Retired, keep on coming back, just keep on coming back
Retire, Retired, we sing welcome back
Welcome back!
Sick Speed
Going slow just ain't my style
For every inch I take a mile
A psychological predator
More lies than a senator
Accelerating all the while
Whatever I do, I do it quick
I got sick, sick speed
Moving on and moving fast
Leaving everybody in the past
This ain't a metaphor for the drug
I never had the amphetamine bug
I coming first and everybody’s last
Everyday I run the race
in every way I keep the pace
I'm something of a manager
in a second I could handle you
An' then I'm gone without a trace
You can chase me into the place
Gambit
Wake up it's your opening move
From the looks of you, you got something to prove
Sacrifice is an act with price
Like a bet or a debt or a roll of the dice
Just keep on watching porn
I keep watching your pawn until dusk meets dawn
I got a counter and I'm counting on it
yeah I’m counting on it, I'll be mounting on it, right
In life we can only guess
The rues are clues to fathom my fate
In life, unlike chess, the game continues after checkmate
Two steps sideways an one step back
You gotta keep moving forward or you just might crack
Knight falls, my position is fine
The advantage is mine on a diagonal line
Your Queen flees from my Coup D’état
As the sound of my Rook goes a-rat-a-tat-tat
The moon sets on your Halloween theme
As the black and white Bishops are starting to scheme
They're gonna slide far and wide
Side-to-side while you hide, no time to bide
A Gambiteer ain't confined to a game
The pieces and people they all move the same
From, Budapest and Scotch to Latvian, England back to Italian
I got a thirst for the blood of your king and revolution is a beautiful thing
Drink it up, drink it up, drink it up, spit it out - Long live the King
Tic-toc, the sound of the clock
Stand firm as a rook, firm as a rook
Clank, clank goes the key to the lock
Stand firm as a rock, stand firm as a rock,
Knight falls an’ it’s time to ride
Stand firm as a rook, stand firm as a rook
Two steps sideways an one step back
You gotta keep moving forward or you just might crack
Nine of Hearts
I can tell you that I’m right here and I know that’s what you believe
Conditioned with a repetition, got the Cat’s card on my sleeve
Keep giving, got to keep giving and one day I will receive
Good living, the gift of good living, I’ll be Adam you be Eve
You can call me the fall of man, I’ve been tempted by the snake
One, Two, Me and you baby
Three, Four, Give me some more my lady
Five, Six, Pick up sticks, I’m crazy
Only the card can save me
Seven, Oh there is no heaven
Eight, I’m gonna choose my fate
When I play the Nine of Hearts
I can tell you that I’m right here but I’m not here to survive
Uncertain when I draw the curtain whether I am really alive
Keep playing, got to keep playing and into the river we dive
Sick of waiting, so, so sick of waiting for my saviour to arrive
You can call me Jesus Christ, I’m gonna save my own life
Yellow Rebels
So you feel like a man with a book in your hand
Reading up on old John Brown
You’re talking ‘bout a revolution
The closest you got was turning around
I say - Yeah, alright
You got Che on your T-shirt and you’re staying up all night
I say - why, you try to get busy doing nothing but talking all the time?
All the time, talking all the time
So you wanna fight the power like Hugo Chavez
Cause Parliament is a carnival
I hear you talking about rebellion
The closest you got was the festival
I say yeah, alright
You got Che on your T-shirt and you’re staying up all night
An I say why, you try to get busy doing nothing but talking all the time?
I say yeah, right, Che on your T-shirt but no guns, no fists, no knives
I say why, do you die in constant conversation, a dialogue of lives?
All the time, busy just talking all the time
Jackals
They’re here, they’re there, they’re lurking everywhere
Look high, look low, reconsider what you know
Sneaking through society, destroy your variety
Working through the shadow-lands into the light, they are...
The Jackals, avoiders of the law
Jackals, hiding at your door
They are the jackals, avoiders of the law
Jackals, but who are they working for?
They’re me, they’re you but no one knows what’s true
Move left, move right, move forward through the night
Working on the borderline, cloaked work in clandestine
Edging for their targets, everyone’s a target for...
Some might call me paranoid, well that some would be wrong
Take a look inside yourself, They’ve been here all along
© The Senton Bombs - 2012
Title: Gambit
Type: Album
Tracks: 11
Producer: Ronnie Bomb
Label: Self Release
Release Date: 20.06.12
Availability: Physical (100 Red, 100 Black copies), Digital
Type: Album
Tracks: 11
Producer: Ronnie Bomb
Label: Self Release
Release Date: 20.06.12
Availability: Physical (100 Red, 100 Black copies), Digital
Review Quotes
"Worthy of being heralded as one of the finest straight up punk rock albums of the past ten years. Larger than life riffs, slick, sleazy vocal lines and powerful chant along choruses."
9/10 Planet Mosh, Matt Sedon
"Recalls D4 and Queens Of The Stone Age at their sleaziest. Kiss, DC and the Stones at their ball-slappin', rockin' best. If you're into loud guitars and rock n roll you need this album in your life."
Deadbeat Dave
"A body of work The Senton Bombs can be proud to put their name too and with which be associated. If you don’t know the band, shame on you.”
Moose Mann
"The album kicks in raw and furiously like the b**tard son of Backyard Babies and Social Distortion!"
★★★★★ TBFM Magazine, Stevi Rox
"This is a rock and Roll Record of the highest Quality and shows the band that have always been good are now great."
★★★★★ Studs & Punks
"A great album this and one, as a fan, I have expected, wanted and in truth f**kin' demanded.”
Fungalpunk
9/10 Planet Mosh, Matt Sedon
"Recalls D4 and Queens Of The Stone Age at their sleaziest. Kiss, DC and the Stones at their ball-slappin', rockin' best. If you're into loud guitars and rock n roll you need this album in your life."
Deadbeat Dave
"A body of work The Senton Bombs can be proud to put their name too and with which be associated. If you don’t know the band, shame on you.”
Moose Mann
"The album kicks in raw and furiously like the b**tard son of Backyard Babies and Social Distortion!"
★★★★★ TBFM Magazine, Stevi Rox
"This is a rock and Roll Record of the highest Quality and shows the band that have always been good are now great."
★★★★★ Studs & Punks
"A great album this and one, as a fan, I have expected, wanted and in truth f**kin' demanded.”
Fungalpunk
Credits
Joey Class – Bass/Vocals
Johnny Gibbons - Guitars
Damien Kage - Guitars
Scott Mason – Drums
Recorded & Engineered by Ronnie Bomb
Tracks 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 9 & 10 written by J. Class
Tracks 7, 8 & 11 written by J. Class/J. Gibbons/D. Kage
All lyrics by J. Class
Album Artwork by Dean Reilly
Album layout design by Gunslinger A/V
Album Photography by Clive Mason
Backing Vocals on “Hooked” & “Highflyer” by Vicky Spencer & Sally Class
Backing Vocals on "Jackals" by Ligzig Rightguard
Band Shouts on Tracks 2, 4, 7, 9, 10 & 11 by Cuffi Love, Dean Shaw, Ligzig Rightguard, Ronnie Bomb, Johnny Gibbons & Joey Class
Johnny Gibbons - Guitars
Damien Kage - Guitars
Scott Mason – Drums
Recorded & Engineered by Ronnie Bomb
Tracks 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 9 & 10 written by J. Class
Tracks 7, 8 & 11 written by J. Class/J. Gibbons/D. Kage
All lyrics by J. Class
Album Artwork by Dean Reilly
Album layout design by Gunslinger A/V
Album Photography by Clive Mason
Backing Vocals on “Hooked” & “Highflyer” by Vicky Spencer & Sally Class
Backing Vocals on "Jackals" by Ligzig Rightguard
Band Shouts on Tracks 2, 4, 7, 9, 10 & 11 by Cuffi Love, Dean Shaw, Ligzig Rightguard, Ronnie Bomb, Johnny Gibbons & Joey Class
Track Listing
1. Experiment (2:54)
2. Just Visiting (3:01)
3. Hooked (3:37)
4. Do Your Job (2:16)
5. Highflyer (3:38)
6. Retired (2:25)
7. Sick Speed (4:16)
8. Gambit (3:09)
9. Nine Of Hearts (3:42)
10. Yellow Rebels (3:31)
11. Jackals (4:58)
2. Just Visiting (3:01)
3. Hooked (3:37)
4. Do Your Job (2:16)
5. Highflyer (3:38)
6. Retired (2:25)
7. Sick Speed (4:16)
8. Gambit (3:09)
9. Nine Of Hearts (3:42)
10. Yellow Rebels (3:31)
11. Jackals (4:58)