Kay Kay And His Weathered Underground Stream Fri.

[thomas]

Yay!

Introducing...

- hello everybody recording live from somewhere -

through triumph and tragedy we are pleased to announce that our new record is done!

we are still developing the release schedule, but since we all collectively feel like big stinky ass-holes for leaving all of you waiting for such an extended period of time to hear everything, that we've decided to stream the whole damn record come friday right here on the old myspace page.

that gives all of you a few days to start putting out the word before ya'll get to treat your ears to the new sounds. we need your help! tell your siblings friends parents cousins aunts uncles and enemies!

finally we just wanted to thank all our friends, family and all the folks who had such encouraging words and herbs for us on tour. this has been one of the most tumultuous years in recent memory for all of us here and we wouldn't have made it through the highs and lows without being surrounded and by good people, because to quote phillip k. dick

"everything... shifting, random, purposeless gray smoke you can't put your hands on. The only thing left is people; your family, your friends, your mistress, your protector. You can touch them, be close to them... breathing life that's warm and solid. Perspiration, skin and hair, saliva, breath, bodies. Taste, touch, smell, colors. Good god, there has to be something you can grab hold of! What is there beyond people?"

thank you thank you thank you and just so that you can all sing along come friday... here are all the lyrics to the record in no particular order what so ever:

DIGGIN'

diggin on new scenes

like takin the backstreets and vibin to fresh things

we'll get there by stumblin

so when they say "yeah we don't get you boy."

and you feel that the brink is just a mile away

we'll fly on by

cause the truth alone will not save my soul

and we're diggin our own iso'd hovel

it's the gotta get down before the get up

a bit reassured but never quite set up

like the pedestrian who's questionin

why she can't can't get a piece of mind

we will fall further into debt but at the same time take all our cares away

i know things can get rough on a dreamer

so i scuffle my shoes on the wet pavement

but at the same time take all my cares away

i know things can get rough on a dreamer

MY FRIENDS ALL PASSED OUT

my friends all passed out this mornin' when i got up

i was filled with worry and malaise while they were out fillin' their cups

it went my left foot my right foot and on and such

cause to get movin' is to get yourself up outta the rut

its just the dumb gang again, but we could use some dumb luck

and there's a pawn shop in my hood i use to scrape bucks

it went my left foot my right foot and on and such

besdies i'm not the type a' guy who really sleeps that much

cause i work damn hard and it it'll drive us fuckin' crazy

my friends all get defeated like me and left alone with their doubts

the other day it was existentialism that was buggin' them out

i said " you can't be perplexed over your sake or decay, shit, i'm smack dab in the middle of heaven and hell everyday"

and it's the dumb kids again and hell i'm conscious at best

and there's a pawn shop in my hood i use to pay rent

it went my left foot my right foot to get where we're at

besides we ain't got the time to really think about that

cause we work damn hardand it'll drive us fuckin crazy

pacing in my head and feeling quite lucid

from pay check to pay check working more and living less

"well you could be a vagrant sleepin catchin' z's?"

"yeah, on a couch in my back alley..."

cause if you're lucky just like me we can pass out before it drives us crazy

LORD, I HATE YOU CALIFORNIA

i'm always tryin to call ya papa so portland sounds aren't all ya know

but i'm a 21st century hang-up who can hardly use his phone

oh no we don't mean nothin' by it

your boys will all be fine

shit i should hit I-5 south one hundred and eighty miles instead of droppin you a line

well i used to shake a finger at my friends who up and went and moved

dude i am sympathizing with you more for seein' some new hues

but oh lord i hate you california i guess give me santa cruz

and i know it's rainin outside and it's damn near end of june

damn if this old dope could go rope the sun

well i'd yank it over you

and the dogs all howl behind me

in front the cats they claw and hiss

and i guess i'm blessed to know my place is right here sittin' in the midst

and that is why i got no reason to get on up and move

dude i can understand your rationale for seein some new hues

but oh lord i hate you california but please give me santa cruz

oh ain't it funny how the weather seems to resemble my very mood?

and it goes one buck short for everything i'm doin

two still feet that i've got to keep movin

three more shops round the block got looted

cause every little birdie has to go and flee the coop

and oh ain't it funny how the weather seems to resemble my very mood?

oh lord i hate you california but please give me santa cruz

WORLDS ENTIRE

every little thing is gonna pass us by if we're sittin'

but shit is this cheap wine?

i don't mind

i respect your penny pinchin'

and baby girl in the summertime

you look fine in vintage linens

and it can be awfully hard

and awfully effortless

and we're each each others worlds entire

every little thing is gonna change and we'll be left behind

i agree when you say you wish that you had lived in some other time

and baby girl in the summertime

you lay and stare up at the sky

do you think of the world

with a little bit of cynicism?

you say the rat race we're winnin'

when i'm the bag mans follower in line with the peds?

7 months of grey hanging over my head

and painstakingly meandering on through my day

but we're each each others worlds entire

i'm so sorry

for awfully

being my own

worst enemy

and so for now

enjoy the sounds

of silver linings

behind every cloud

cause i ain't lookin for no

personal salvation

just every little thing in moderation

some sense of the normal

between monsters and mortals

and i never mean to go

losing all my patience

it's just the way that i go on relating

my day to dayin'

at least i know

we're each each others worlds entire

COUNTRY HOUSE IN THE HEART OF THE CITY

we need some black bean tea like i need some sleep

and our eyes are closed but we don't sleep a wink

can't you see? shit don't you know it gets better?

then we wake

rise quick

then we fade much faster but the patience in hand of the same old bastard says

don't put all your dreams in one basket

go ahead my friend you asked so i'll tell ya

the simplicities of food clothes and shelter

shit don't you know it gets better?

comics and flicks a bag of grass is all we need

got a country house in the heart of the city

i fret and forget defeated be patient

if it rains sit still in five it's a changin'

so don't put all your dreams in one basket

out back in the yard our stresses can rest

where the shrubs meet towers when the sun sets out west

don't you know it gets better?

comics and flicks a bag of grass is all we need

got a country house in the heart of the city

hey oh yeah it gets better from calm to all calamity

the good and bad of everything

well hey oh yeah it gets better

my nerves they swerve between the curve

i guess it can only get better from here

OH M*THERF*CKERS

oh motherfucker

no i couldn't give a shit about that

oh oh motherfucker

no he couldn't give a shit about that

cause you have got to be a kiddin

mixin music with that business oh yeah

oh motherfucker

shit i know i curse a too damn much

that dude just curse too much

oh oh motherfucker

but that ain't much to discuss

no that ain't much to discuss

cause i'm just caught up in the moment puttin a little emphasis right on it

a day that i am alive is not a day to waste

so i'm sulken if it's wasted on the paper chase

and if i let another fucker come and manage my time

i'd just be another sucker with a nine to five

and i ain't sleepin' in today

can't recall the last time i did anyway

we're tuned up fine in a world out of mind

and motherfucker i tote that god damn line

concerns today

tomorrow the grind

there's plenty to find in a world out of mind

BOTTOM OF YESLER (HAMMER'S MARCH)

aw damn man how it goes right on by

yet nothin ever seems to go my way

but that ain't no concern of mine

my oh my

my haze is fadin' away

day after day

yet nothin ever goes my way

but that ain't no concern of mine

aw damn man yeah i done raked the muck

and it ain't even up to us

but that ain't no concern of ours

my oh my

these days they melt together

haze after haze

my tempered mood was just a phase

but that ain't no concern of yours

SWEET STRANGE DREAMS

sweet strange dreams

we're not concerned with where or why we dwell

or what happens in 2012

we're not concerned with the passing of hours

or warring super powers

and honestly i can't think of any place i'd rather be

and honestly we can't think of any other place we'd rather be

cause who's to say that life isn't fair or is?

and who am i to keep on being such an awful pessimist?

and who are you?

for purchasing and listening

to all of my bitchin' again

when i fail to realize that i'm alive

and my muse is every wasted bit of time

slowly passing

slowly passing by my mind

in my sweet strange dreams

PAYCHECKS AND PIPE DREAMS

aw hell i'm fatigued and dumbfounded

seated on my hands

a giant eye outside my window

i'm the game in it's frying pan

and a stones throw from homeless

is exactly where i am

but i'd be damned wasting one more second thinkin' bout' the money i don't have

the shit-kicker on the corner is me

my attitude violates my own identity (echo)

so hi

hello!

i've got no more time for

hi

hello!

i must say no more cause

this shit-kickers got somewhere to be

my destination violates my own identity (echo)

so no

goodbye!

i've got no more time

i go

goodbye!

i must say i need more of

something tangible you see

we're all fragments of a paranoids dream

now i'm more inclined to believe

there is nothing beyond you and me

ah hell i'm jaded pipe dreamin'

lost in the mystery

got my tin can got my family

just a product of adrenal fatigue

and a stones throw from homeless

is exactly where we be

but we'd be damned wasting one more second thinkin' bout' the money we don't need

and yet i find that even sometimes

i don't know how we'll get by

but anything we are needing you must be believin'

we'll all get by just fine

21ST CENTURY BOY

from dust of distant stars

threats of nuclear war

could you be my 21st century little baby boy?

so take hold our hands

the world will need you baby boy to grow into a good man

when i stare mundanely

the moribund stare back at me

and i think to myself why would anyone choose to exist where i am?

we made love in the darkness

to a fleeting housing market

could you be my 21st century little baby boy?

so take hold our hands

the world will need you baby boy to grow into a good man

and to put it all into context

how you are so naive yet so complex

and i just want you to be cognizant

of all your dreams you see in the daylight

cause many things escape my dreams in the night time

don't have the answers but i'm tryin' to make right

and baby boy can i offer some insight?

not necessarily a long but a full life

it's wonderful when looking at it right

THE PARADOX OF HARD KNOCKS

lately pains been driving me harder

than any pleasure i could have

this record is for all of you and a tribute to our beloved tom pfaeffle.

we love you all. we'll be seein' ya...

kay kay and his weathered underground

[thechuckdiezel]

This is so awesome!!! Nicest guys ever too def support them

[troymess]

This is absolutely incredible news!

[goraiders]

is this still on suburban home?

[akross]

I hope I remember to listen to this at home, I can't get to myspace from work these days (must be a new IT guy without a page of his own...)

[thomas]

It's not up yet, unfortunately. I hope it's up before I go to work.