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Method Act

by Method Act

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1.
Monolith 05:17
2.
Snow Day 03:20
Icy roads on the way to my destina- tion are you going too? I see snow on the sides as we skid round this turn black ice directs this vehicle I won’t be seeing anyone today. The roads are all closed and the town is far away. The stores are all empty because of the winter. The city folk are in the city eating fancy dinners. Separate the knife, the plate, the cup, the spoon, the fork. Long meals, long winters Long Island, New York. Breakfast at eleven watch the deer in the cold. This house might be modern but this town is growing old.
3.
Crawfish 03:45
The restaurant was empty that night, except for one man sitting alone. He was clearly drunk, and as soon as I walked up to the bar, I knew I’d hear his story. He said: “I was a Spanish teacher… a Spanish teacher! Señor Obregón was what they called me I suppose.” He took a sip from his drink and slammed his glass down hard. “I was respected… I was respected! They were gonna make me principal of the school next year! But this year all that changed.” “There was this new guy, straight from Mexico. Thought he spoke Spanish better than I did. From day one I could tell things were about to head south His name was Pancho.” “Day by day his influence grew in my classroom. He became more and more disruptive. By the end, he had the whole class under his thumb. And so one day I asked him if he wanted to teach the class. To my surprise he accepted and walked calmly to the front of the room. He called for the students to rebel, and they locked me in the closet. I called campus security, he was going to usurp me! They burst in and shot Pancho dead.” “I fled for my life. Gunfire broke out between security and the students. I knew I’d have a target on my back, so I came to this bar. You can’t enter if you’re not twenty-one.” The man finished his story and put down his drink and I ordered some crawfish and patted his back out of that vague sense of comradery you sometimes feel with the other patrons when a restaurant is that empty. My heart was racing and I was sweating profusely and I wondered “where was that damn crawfish?” and my hands trembled and shook within the thick green pockets of my green jacket that would have made me feel right at home in Fidel’s Cuba. I wiped my shining forehead with my green sleeves and I asked a waiter what the holdup with my crawfish was and he said “sir you only ordered it five minutes ago, they’ve only just started cooking it.” I couldn’t wait any longer so I firmly grasped what I had in my pocket and he was right there next to me and I’d entered the room knowing what I had to do and I could no longer wait to tail him back to some alley, it had to be done. “My name is José de León Toral. I’ve come to end your life. His eyes widened he stared with horror. But he didn’t run or fight. I raised my arm it held the gun. The noise the smoke the light. I ran outside into the dark. The moon was shaped like a scythe.
4.
King Lobster 07:21
Chorus Saccharine food coming out of my kitchen late into the night People who send my cuisine back are just looking for a fight Used to feed all the soldiers at sea on an aircraft carrier Now I run the number one diner in the tri-state area Verse 1 That night the critic was due to arrive and I’d been sitting there Sweating bullets He glared at me through his dark sunglasses and when he opened his mouth he Ordered the special Thank God he did that because my specialty is King Lobster. King of the sea As I dropped that green crustacean into the water, I felt a pang of guilt but its Death was worth it Chorus Saccharine food coming out of my kitchen late into the night People who send my cuisine back are just looking for a fight Used to feed all the soldiers at sea on an aircraft carrier Now I run the number one diner in the tri-state area Verse 2 The critic had given me a positive review, and my diner had grown in size, but I Was not done yet Soon enough a representative from the league of chefs came to invite me to their world cup Offer accepted I travelled to Milan, Italy and faced off against culinary masters from Across the globe I was nearly decimated on the battlefield, but as I lay in the dust my wife Whispered to me Bridge I will be there for you x3 Bridfigh I’ve still Got my Signature Dish Buildup Lyrics x8 I’ll defeat them all with my Spatula and my Team of trusted Expert su-chefs Breakdown x4 King of the sea King Lobster
5.
Arrowhead 01:47
6.
Chorus As he rounds another corner More sparks fly Why he needs to do this Only he knows why His truck is stronger than Washington This is his one-man war against The blazing sun He sees kids on the corner And he passes them by They didn’t flag him down And he never says hij Some people think He’s just a stick in the sand But the ice cream truck Waits for no man Interlude He sees them coming (x8, sing between Ian’s guitar riffs and steadily get louder) He’s driving on the left-hand side (x8) (shout these) No challenge will sway his hand (x 6) BECAUSE THE ICE CREAM TRUCK WAITS FOR NO MAN Triplets section (start after 1 rep w/ guitar) His truck ascends The steep mountain road Going to meet the devil up in his abode He’s got his sub zero tank To keep the goods cold Going to help the devil So he won’t grow old The devil gets hot In his summer retreat So he requires iced goods To beat the heat Chorus again for the same length 5/4 Riff (start as soon as Ian comes in) He’s falling Behind Following The line Of sweat And lust Only in his truck Can he place his trust x2 Chorus
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8.
The dust floats down to the ground by the barstools he emerges from his cover. His multi-gallon hat lays on the counter it can no longer hold water. The rambler struts through the ruined mass of wreckage doesn’t see it as a slaughter. He departs in his dirty white pickup views himself as a martyr. People band together Follow the rambler Oh he started in the Heart of the desert Where his wife lays buried Beneath their failed crops Oh he travels those Southwestern highways No destination til he Makes his next stop He sees himself on the posted wanted posters and he knows he has to hide. His rear-view mirror lights up with police lights they have him in their sights. The rambler stops the truck, steps onto the highway and says “it’s time to make things right.” The cops roll up with their fingers on the triggers but they don’t feel the need to fight. Bullets, dust and smokescreen Memories of ice cream Oh he started in the Heart of the desert Where his wife lays buried Beneath their failed crops Oh he travels those Southwestern highways No destination til he Makes his next stop The rambunctious red-state rambler rumbled across the desert. What was left of his ten-gallon hat lay prone in the passenger seat. Blood bubbled out from his belly which heaved inwards and outwards and with each heave, heaved a little less. A dozen cops lay dead behind him and a dozen more would be on his tail again soon enough, but right now the rambler could only think things through one at a time. One hand on the wheel, one hand on his wound, one cigarette dangling from his mouth, one last desert sunset to drive off into.
9.
Method Act 05:47

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This album was recorded in 2 1/2 days at Parade Outrageous Studios in Santa Cruz. This is our first full-length album, and also our last, since we're all going off to different colleges and won't be able to write music together anymore. Thanks so much to everyone who's ever listened to our stuff, been to a show, or just hung out with us or something.

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released August 21, 2014

All music written and performed by Method Act.

Method Act is:

Drums - Will Willard
Guitar - Ian Sears
Bass - Wesley Russell
Vocals - Jon Estiva
Guitar/Piano - Alex "Grandpa Goose" Lui

All lyrics are written by Ian Sears, except for Monolith and Method Act.

Spoken word vocals on Crawfish - Ian Sears
Additional screams on Crawfish - Cameron Almasi
Soloing Guitar on Arrowhead - Jon Estiva

Recorded and mixed at Parade Outrageous Studios by Max Zigman

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