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Live cuts and rarities from the Rebellion's 20-year history, freshly remastered and bookended by two brand-new studio tracks!

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released September 22, 2015

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The Congregation Of Vapors New York, New York

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Track Name: Thanks For The Rope
Thanks for the rope
I was wondering when things would get better
('Cause it's worse before it's better)
I was praying for a change of season
(Everything is for a reason)
I was taking one for my brother
(Thank you, may I have another?)
Laying down in this hole here between real life
And my dreams
They will fade in time
A procession of hopes wed to fears I'll forget were mine
I could close my eyes
Feel for cracks in the wall between real life
And my dreams
And my dreams

Thanks for the rope
I was wondering when things would get better
('Cause it's worse before it's better)
Laying down in this hole here between real life
And my dreams
They will fade in time
A procession of hopes wed to fears I'll forget were mine
I could close my eyes
Feel for cracks in the wall between real life
And my dreams
And my dreams

Thanks for the rope
I used to spend my time thinking on possibilities
Thinking about ways I'd make it happen for me
But now I see there's better ways for me to waste my energies
Thanks for the rope

And my dreams
They will fade in time
A procession of hopes wed to fears I'll forget were mine
I could close my eyes
Feel for cracks in the wall between real life
And my dreams
They will fade in time
A procession of hopes wed to fears I'll forget were mine
I could close my eyes
Put a note in the dust in a crack in the wall here between real life
And my dreams
And my dreams
And my dreams
And my dreams
Track Name: Big Hot Monday (live 9-22-95)
Sucked off on a big hot Monday
Gonna run you over, my dismal dear
Sucked off on a big hot Monday
Days of wine and roses are finally here.

Rob is on call, Chris is AWOL
Blow up a mall and maybe they'll learn
Paulie's all wired, the dog is on fire
That bitch is a liar and she's gonna burn

'Cause everything she says is all that matters
She's a trilobite
I am passive and resistant
She's a trilobite
'Cause everything she says is all that matters
She's a trilobite
I am passive and resistant
And I like you less with every instant, baby

Sucked off on a big hot Monday
Gonna run you over, my dismal dear
Sucked off on a big hot Monday
Days of wine and roses are finally here.

Well, we're sorry, it's true - we're smarter than you
We don't use a word unless we know what it means
Neal's smile is wry, he's lithesome and spry
He's wearing panties under his jeans

'Cause everything she says is all that matters
She's a trilobite
I am passive and resistant
She's a trilobite
'Cause everything she says is all that matters
She's a trilobite
I am passive and resistant
And I like you less with every instant, baby

Sucked off on a big hot Monday
Gonna run you over, my dismal dear
Sucked off on a big hot Monday
Days of wine and roses are finally here.
Track Name: Smoke (live 11-2-95)
First thing you see is the mark on me
The long long shadow that snakes down
Down the floor
I drift, I drip, I slide
I waft away like smoke off an altar
And something of yours is mine

I got an old friend
I got a new friend

We twist and spin in hand jive
We do things in black rooms
High in the brownstones
You look up
And around
And wonder what I'm doing
And if
I'm doing it to you

I got an old friend
I got a new friend

I got an old old old old mark on me
Come shake the dusty hand of the rotten fruit man

I got an old friend
I got a new friend
Track Name: The Four-Minute Mile (demo)
The fruit of man's best minds and hands
The tower's now complete
It shines like polished silver
And it's right there on my street
It's two miles high by two blocks wide
And no one knows just what's inside
All things within its shadow died
Bereft of light and heat

Build it high and strong
Babble on, Babel on
One day the sun will rise
On a tower long gone
Gazing on your works
I can't help but crack a smile:
The kitchen of the future
The four-minute mile
Oh, yeah

Paint is chipping
You've been slipping
Let us pass you by
Thinking you had more tomorrows
Than there were stars in the sky
But the wind that once kept you aloft
Is now just an asthmatic cough
You should have watched who you pissed off
Here comes the little guy

Build it high and strong
Babble on, Babel on
One day the sun will rise
On a tower long gone
Gazing on your works
I can't help but crack a smile
You're the kitchen of the future
The four-minute mile
Oh, yeah

Ashes charred and spent
Like dust so old and out of reach
Stars numerous like grains of sand
All spread out on the beach
Yesterday's the dust
And tomorrows are the sand
But be careful now
For either one
Can slip right through your hand

You are spent
Like dust so old and out of reach
We are stars like grains of sand
All spread out on the beach
Yesterday's the dust
And tomorrows are the sand
But be careful now
For either one
Can slip right through your hand.
Track Name: Grub (live 2-4-96)
I call my muse
For I need to get laid
To get laid, I need a chick
To get a chick, I must look cool
To look cool, I need to lie
To lie creatively, I must have drugs
Do you have..?
I call my muse
Have you a drug for me?

I can't get it up without some weed, baby, weed, baby, weed, baby, weed, baby
Hit you back, I promise, buddy
I can't get it up without some shroom, baby, shroom, baby, shroom, baby, shroom, baby
Gladly pay you Tuesday, pally
I can't get it up without a dose, baby, dose, uno dose, baby, dose, baby
Come on, drop one on me now as

I call my muse
For I need to get laid
To get laid, I need a band
To have a band, I need to sing
I think I sing, therefore I sing
To sing effectively, I must have drugs
Do you have..?
I call my muse
Hast thou a drug for me?

I can't get it up without some weed, baby, weed, baby, weed, baby, weed, baby
Don't you love my lyrics now?
I can't get it up without a band, baby, band, baby, band, baby, band
Got a spotlight I can stand in, buddy?
I can't get it up without a car, baby, car, baby, car, baby, car, baby
Drive on pal, you look so cool with me.
Track Name: We Wait And We Wait (live 5-8-96)
She waits for a fable
For the start of a story
That she heard long ago
Too good not to come true

I can't compete, no way.

Because the man, the man in the moon
Is cooler than me, so constant and brightly smiling
Oh the man, the man in the moon
Cuts holes in the night and leaves me washed out by his light
Oh to be the man in the moon
Nothing to prove, swaddled in nonexistence
Oh and I'll be sick of this soon
But she'll remain
In love with the man in the moon.

I wait for a fable
For the start of a story
That I heard long ago
Too good not to come true
Track Name: Clinic (live 10-5-96)
I said, there stands nature
So damn sublime
It made me scratch my scalp
And rub my eyes
It spoke to me softly
And made me sigh

"Hello," said the plant
"How are you?" replied the tree
And orderly woke me up and told me I was crazy!

I want to go for a walk in the park with you
Won't you take me?
I want to get naked in the dark with you
Won't you take me?
I want to drop a thing or two in my mouth
Won't you dose me?
I want to go for a walk in the park with you
Won't you take me?
Track Name: Traffic (demo)
Puffy-chested law-abiders
Old people and Volvo drivers
Go as slow as you want, but don't waste my time -
Just keep to the right
'Cause the left is mine!

On the highways and the thruways and the byways
There's a hundred-million Mack trucks, and they're all going my way
I guess in trucker school they didn't explain:
If you're gonna do the speed limit, get out of the fast lane
Old ladies in their blue and grey Mercedes
Rich girls hopping bars in their daddies' new cars
Rock stars, war heroes, presidents and priests:
Everyone's an asshole when they cut in front of me, buddy!

Green means go
Green means go
Green means go go go go go GO!

Fighting is useless, baby
Just play along
Open the window, turn the radio on
There are too many of you
For anyone's good
Hope you brought a nice book 'cause
We're stuck in traffic just like Stevie Winwood.

Puffy-chested law abiders
Old people and Volvo drivers
You're not the only motherfucker on the road
I am!

Brake light, brake light, 1-2-3
The only thing between my home and me
Is a quarter-mile stretch of road
Blocked off by a trailer with an oversized load

Rubbernecker rubbernecker 1-2-3
"The cop is pulled over, but he might catch me"
And all the other Good Samaritans whose lives won't be complete
Unless they see blood splashed on the cold concrete

Fighting is useless, baby
Just play along
Open the window, turn the radio on
There are too many of you
For anyone's good
Hope you packed a nice dinner 'cause
We're stuck in traffic just like Stevie Winwood.

Puffy-chested law abiders
Old people and Volvo drivers
School buses and daydreamers
Truckers, college kids and Beamers

Green means go
Green means go
Green means go go go go go so GO!
Track Name: The Day My Baby Broke My Heart (live 4-23-97)
Sentiment and flowers
Won't save
When the warmth that was your pride turns into rage
And when you get your mind out
It won't take you home
And coming on a fire won't keep me warm

You know that's not true
'Cause she promised
She wouldn't leave

I bought myself a suit that day
And a pair of high-heeled shoes to change my gait
I could waste my time with people passing through
They won't rid me of the bitter taste of you

She promised
She wouldn't leave

I tried to write down all the reasons why
I won't commit myself to burning when I die
There was nothing I came up with
That sounded true
But the off chance that an ash runs into you.
Track Name: Now I Have A Job (live 9-22-05)
In a suit at a desk in a daze at the end of an hour and a half and another twenty minutes of the screen orange screen on the screen watch it flicker spelling words fancy words what is fancy what are words where am I?

I am out of order
Sorry for the inconvenience
Be back soon
Thank God you're too cheap to replace me

I get up and it's dark I get home and it's even darker night is to morning is to morning is tonight I go to bed there's a buzzing by the bed and it gets me out of bed and it's dark and it's dark when I get home where am I?

I am out of order
Sorry for the inconvenience
Be back soon
Thank God you're too cheap to replace me

Once I had friends once I had fun once I had life once I had hope once I had hands once I had love once I had mind once I had time once I had me
Now I have a job.
Track Name: Why James Likes Indie Rock (live on Checkerboard Kids, 11-06)
Yes.
James
Gets in
His car
Pulls out
The little bag
And
The EZ-Wider pack
And soon
He's cruising
So
Out comes
The bottle
And the road
Is smooth
And straight
And sound
That sound
What sound?
It's noise
And love
It's sweet
It's good
So bad
It's good
So bad
It's indie

James
Is swimming
In
The wine
And drowning
In
The sound
And sleeping
At
The wheel
And life
Is but
A dream
And on
The radio
The deejay
Names some
Bands
That James
Will never
ever
ever
Hear of
Again
No melody
Just words
That rhyme
And rhyme
And rhyme
And rhyme
And don't
Make any
Sense
It sucks
But James
Is drunk
And stoned
And so
It doesn't
Suck
It's indie
Track Name: Magnetic North
"We're gonna get you people, and we're gonna have the bloodiest war, because right now I've declared war on the underground." -GG Allin

There's a great big hole in the sky above the North Pole
Opened by a bullet that was fired from the Grassy Knoll
Ripped out wide by the spray of the brain
And the blood and the bone that was something Cobain

And the hole in the sky is a hole into Hell
D.B. Cooper jumped in and he fell and he fell
Now he rots in the silt 23 fathoms down
With a hundred unsinkable ships.

Swing it back and forth
Until we find magnetic north

Hollow Earth lit up by a tiny sun
The sun spins around at night - look up, I can prove it now -
Those are not stars, those are Chinese lights

There's a great big hole in the sky above the North Pole
Opened by a bullet that was fired from the Grassy Knoll
Like a mirror image of a crack in the equator
Full of arsenic, Hawaiian Punch and sewer alligators

And the hollow Earth is a ball of fire tonight
And the future is bright in this nuclear light
It shines like the Hope Diamond.

And the hollow Earth overflows with lemon drops
And we're jumping like bugs in a microwave
Dancing and twitching and why? Because we're supposed to.

Swing it back and forth
Until we find magnetic north
Track Name: You Are Boring The Shit Out Of Me (live 7-20-12)
There he is
Hey buddy
How was your weekend?
Yeah, mine was too short.
Hey, did you catch the ballgame?
Hot enough for ya?
Must be that global warming.
So, banker's hours, huh?

Are you working hard
Or hardly working?
Working hard
Or hardly working?
Working hard
Or hardly working?

Jesus fuckin Christ, fuck off
You are boring the shit out of me
Take it to the next cube
Take it to the next job
I don't care
I don't care
Take it anywhere
Just get out of here

There he is
Hey, listen to what me and my buddies did.
Check out this drawing that my kid did.
You'll never guess what my dog did.
So, banker's hours, huh?

Holiday
Just got back from my holiday
'Cause I know you give a shit about my holiday
Brought all my photos in.
Here's the kids on the Tilt-A-Whirl
Here's the kids with Mickey Mouse
Here's the kids by the swimming pool
Here's the kids at grandma's house
Here's the kids in the back of the car
Here's the kids with the -

Jesus fuckin Christ, fuck off
You are boring the shit out of me
Take it to the next cube
Take it to the next job
I don't care
I don't care
Take it anywhere
Just get out of here

Are you working hard
Or hardly working?
Working hard
Or hardly working?
Working hard
Or hardly working?
Track Name: Dear Friends And Gentle Hearts
There's no future
No money
No cavalry coming to save us
Shape us
Break us
Fame us
Alone in my room
I pretend like I do this for you
And you
And you
And you
And Dear Friends and Gentle Hearts,
If you're listening to this song
Then we've made it.

And then comes the part with the endless parade
Of excuses and handshakes and promises made
And they're breaking them
Breaking them
Breaking them
Breaking them all
And then we hang our heads and wonder why
Nobody worships us at the mall

You're as great as you are
And as crap as you are
Neither more nor less
Nor worst nor best
At the end of the day
A is A, it's okay
This is this is this is this is this
And Dear Friends and Gentle Hearts,
If you're listening to this song
Then we've made it.

And then comes the part where the critics all whine
Every lyric I write is a waste of their time
Yet they're breaking them
Breaking them
Breaking them
Breaking them down
If there's a hint I should be taking
It's probably a little late for that now

Another chorus' worth of shit I'm eating just to birth it
And then I sing it into silence
Is this even worth it
After all?

hmmm
YES IT IS

And Dear Friends and Gentle Hearts
We humbly thank you for your time
There may only be like six of you
And we may never see a dime
But Friends and Gentle Hearts
If you're listening to this song
Then we've made it
We've made it
We've made it
We've made it
We've made it
Dear Friends and Gentle Hearts.

And then comes the part where we all get a life
With a house and a van and two kids and a wife
And it's breaking us
Breaking us
Breaking us
Breaking us up.