Zetacarnosa

by Skyscape

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Before Jeebus... before The Hanslick Rebellion... way back in the pre-grunge 90's, Jed Davis and singer Domenic Maltempi teamed up to create bizarre and hilarious psychedelic metal!

Now, Zetacarnosa reunites the duo with longtime partners Mike Keaney, Alex Dubovoy, and Mike Kearns - plus almost every other former member of Skyscape, with cameos by Sean Gould, Joe Aversano, Rob Hill, Kevin Faber, Steve Theater and Count Neglia! And it's all wrapped in a gorgeous cover drawn by comics legend Mike Allred (MADMAN)!

Skyscape navigates sonic terrain that is almost indescribable - from techno-thrash to upbeat dirges (!) - as the band brings together its past and present through an intricate weaving of archival material with the newly-cut tracks. There are guitars recorded on early-90's boomboxes, snippets from live radio performances, voicemails... even a vocal take culled completely from a videotaped improvisation.

Maltempi's lyrics are funnier and more fascinating than ever, and still mesh perfectly with Davis's hooky chord progressions. On Zetacarnosa, Skyscape doesn't so much hop or mix genres as ignore the concept of genre entirely. But what else would you expect from the band that was alternative before alternative?

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released December 15, 2009

© 2009 Skyscape
Cover art by Mike Allred

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The Congregation Of Vapors New York, New York

We work under a host of band and project names and in every genre, including a few we made up.

Prominent Congregants include Jed Davis, Mike Keaney, Alex Dubovoy, Joe Abba, Dom Maltempi, Reeves Gabrels, Sheridan Riley, Anton Fig, Avi Buffalo, Meg Duffy, Bryan Thomas and Mike Kearns.
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Track Name: Dom's Back Party
Occurrence at the Owl Creek Delicatessen
Beef tips burgundy
Black cherry wash-down session
I did my stint in old Swan Marcos
Still swim like a TV dog
Or a herpes-playing piano player
In that ragtime grog

Dom's back
Prepare the whipping cream
Back to party with
The Atlantic queens
Dune dune dune

Crucible juggler with the double-edged rapier
If you pop a balloon at the Dom's Back Party
You'll catch a pneumonia
Recycle contempt for your paycheck tramp
I'd bet you the moon
If you value cracked satellites
Give you genome gloom

Dom's back
Prepare the whipping cream
Back to party with
The Atlantic queens
Dune dune dune
Track Name: Break Your Fuckin Balls
Your shoe kicked Sunday chores
Six-pack snores
Think my time is yours?
Showering with my crew
In my suit
They take a bath with you
Rub-a-dub my spleen
Salmonella in my coffee pot
Your coddled laxity
Brought this on
Now I'm throwin up

Break your fuckin balls
Break your balls
Break your fuckin balls

Gimlet-eyed and cross
Such a boss
A crunchy slug of first frosts
Toiled for your mom
Heard her yarns
Of the banes and balms
I guess your squealing nuts
Sang their last
A cankered end zone Icky dance
A filthy rag in your mouth
It's time to cheer this ballsy rout!

Break your fuckin balls
Break your balls
Break your fuckin balls

Your shoe kicked Sunday chores
Six-pack snores
Think my time is yours?
Showering with my crew?
In my suit
They take a bath with you
I'll never make it out
With a lout like you to move around
Rent-a-tux with Luke
Fuck you too
You drizzle piss runt stumpy fool!

Break your fuckin balls
Break your balls
Break your fuckin balls
Break your fuckin balls
How I annihilate your fuckin balls

Where's your fuckin balls?
He wants to know so's he can break 'em

Break your fuckin balls
Break your balls
Break your fuckin balls

What the fuck is this?
Track Name: Esau And His Lentils
Almost skinny as a corkscrew
Your vacation's just some cornmeal
That's collected in your bag
Getting checkered for the evening
Ducking phone booths without doors
Waiting are the jockeys from the slipper school of rogues

Your face is just some wafer
You're a waif always in transit
Citing sallow gallows men
Do not accept the Lotto bubble promise for the paradise
Strip the fur off the frequent praying plan

And when you sell your birthright
Just like Esau for his lentils
You will satisfy the hunger
You will sacrifice the better life to come

Bonapartists out of their time
Approach the Danish swizzle stick of
Some stirring girls in heat
In the Atlantic states they wait to greet the watery warriors
And get rescued from the scourge

They of clean chin wonder
What's become of the Americans
Thickening to empire
Tough to chew
Carnival litter hunted by the wind that came to pass
These amusements will soon outdo

And when you sell your birthright
Just like Esau for his lentils
You will satisfy the hunger
You will sacrifice the better life to come

All of the conveniences the stevedores are handling
For a bob
For a quid
Let the pamphleteers return
And announce us out of gloom
And announce us out of gloom
And announce us out of gloom

And when you sell your birthright
Just like Esau for his lentils
You will satisfy the hunger
You will sacrifice the better life to come
Track Name: Autumn Punkfest
Four children pass me on the sidewalk
One witch, two mummies, and a ghost
The crisp North wind blows autumn leaves
That crunch like bones into cider air

Jack o'Lanterns grin from every porch
And as the sun sinks low and shadows grow
Hidden candles set them all aglow
Stars above and below the dark, bare trees

There is something tonight I want to show you
More elemental than the cool, hard air
More enticing than the fire in the pumpkin's eye
More alive than the children playing trick or treat

There's a festival running deep in the woods
Follow me to where the oldest children play
The colors of the leaves reflected in their hair
Swirling forest rainbows in a leather dream

Autumn Punkfest
Track Name: Hump The Banker
Piece of butterfly shrimp on my mind
Selling mad bonds
Will mature in time

Working like a duck's ass
Here at the bank
Overweight teller
With the dry straw hands
Ducking the cameras
And licking my pen
Inking my stamp pad
And wondering when

Piece of butterfly shrimp on my mind
Selling mad bonds
Will mature in time

I'm here to count money
Not to make you laugh
Deposit slip destroyer
With the Cititramp wrath
I'm hung over on Thursdays
So have your shit filled
And watch me while
I cobble together some bills

Piece of butterfly shrimp on my mind
Selling mad bonds
Will mature in time

I can break Kesha Roberts' pencils
Swipe the moisture sponge from Tommy the Gentile
Play with my big black Indian penis
Count the rich minds working for peanuts

Piece of butterfly shrimp on my mind
Selling mad bonds
Will mature in time

Working like a duck's ass
Here at the bank
Overweight teller
With the dry straw hands
Ducking the cameras
And licking my pen
Inking my stamp pad
And wondering when

Piece of butterfly shrimp on my mind
Selling mad bonds
Will mature in time.
Track Name: House Of Wax
Here's looking at you, son
A part of the half, a sum of the whole
Where two and two make one
We all stand still in catatonic love

House of wax, mold your ego
I bring all the bodies there
They all stare, but no one cares

House of wax, mold you ego
The matter of mind, the matter of facts
The main attraction in the house of wax

Here's looking at you, son
A part of the half, a sum of the whole
Where two and two make one
We all stand still in catatonic love

In a world where nobody mocks me
The wax opus fulfilled my fix
But I won't come 'til I know
That I'm all alone, blinking in bliss

Here's looking at you, son
A part of the half, a sum of the whole
Where two and two make one
We all stand still in catatonic love

The matter of mind, the matter of facts
The main attraction in the house of wax
Here's looking at you, son
Track Name: Clouds
I knew who I was at the time
I kept is hushed like a crime
When it rains, I'm all wet
It helps to grow the Chia Pet

Clouds
Some are high
Some are low
Some are black
Some are gray
That's what they say
GO

It's getting hard, so hard to see
Nature Boy has got the fleas
The sky is dark, it isn't shining
The bastards took the silver lining

Clouds
Some are high
Some are low
Some are black
Some are gray
That's what they told me
Track Name: Mall
Going to the mall
Gonna buy some stuff
Gonna stare at 14-year-old girls

Going to the mall
Everybody's there
It's big and bright, new and improved

Got to do some Christmas shopping
There's a birthday coming up
Mother's Day's right around the corner
Oh, shit, mom's here too.

Window grazing, room to roam
Yeah, going to the mall beats going home
Window grazing, room to roam
Yeah, going to the mall beats going home
Feel the power, it's power shopping
It's quality time with our friend, the mall.

Fat JAP Gap chicks
On parade
Look out, stampede at J.C. Penney, baby

Red tags flying
One-day sale
And I think I need one of those

I think I need one of those
And I think I need one of those
And I think I need one of those
And I think I need one of those

Window grazing, room to roam
Yeah, going to the mall is going home
Window grazing, room to roam
Yeah, going to the mall is going home
And I think I need one of those
And I think I need one of those
And I think I need one of those
And I think I need one of those.
Track Name: Buffalo Head
Do you really like my hair?
Can you wear my underwear?
Do you think I could spit in your eye?
Could I step on an ant with my red green lime shoe boots?

I like your hair the way you like it
And gold boots make me snap like a bear
The lights in here are quite dark
Unless you think about old people from the old town

I like who you are and we are
Carrots!
Okay
I say
What makes me all happy?
FLOWERS!

Yee-haw, Jed's cowboy hat

Do you really like my penis?
[Jed: Rhyme something with THAT!]
You sure said nothing about Venus.
I think you're really groovy
Think we should buy fish tonight for dinner?
[Jed: No, let's watch a movie.]
I like headphones
Bologna sure tastes good with white bread
Would you please step on my anthill?
Because my grandmother would appreciate it.

Okay
I say
What makes me so happy?
FLOWERS!

SPROCKETS!

Do you really like my vagina?
I just got it put in.
And the doctor said it would cost an arm and a leg
But I don't have an arm and a leg.
I have a... VAGINA!
Okay
I say
What makes me so bassy?
VAGINA!
Lubrication smells good
On a goat or a sheep

Okay
I say
What makes me so happy?
Everybody:
VAGINA!
Okay
I say
What makes me so happy?
Ice cream with cherries!
Okay
I say
What makes me so happy?
I like cherrywood!
Okay
I say
What makes me so happy?
Long-haired women with beards!

Thank you, everyone.
This has been a Skyscape documentary.
We know where you sleep, so look out for my tongue.
Track Name: Young Socialist
Can't get a good man down
Young man was brought up in a brainwashed town

Wave to the boy
Jump to the left
Wave to the young socialist

Don't know what to say
Some say we're better off this way
Hell no, no way
Word!
Where a brother is a capitalist slave

Wave to the boy
Jump to the left
Wave to the young socialist

Red pigs
Black pigs
Sitting in the trough
Sitting in the same fucking trough

Wave to the boy
Jump to the left
Wave to the young socialist

Wave to the boy
Jump fifty feet to the left
Wave to the young socialist

Wave to the boy
Jump to the left
Wave to the young socialist

He's too young to die
With those capitalist swine

Black pigs and the red pigs in the trough
Pigs!

Wave to the boy
Jump to the left
Wave to the boy
I said jump to the left
Wave to the young socialist

Wave to the boy
Jump to the left
Wave to the young socialist
Track Name: Statement Of Intent
We're not here to change the world
Causes make us wanna hurl
We just wanna hang around and play the same three chords all day

We're not political like REM
We've got no message, no master plan
We're just a rock and roll band with nothing much to say

We just wanna have some fun
Make good times for everyone
You can think if you want, but if you don't it's still okay

It ain't too shallow or too profound
The meaning of the meaning is in the sound
Of the rock and roll band with nothing much to say

Take it Robby!

We're not here to change the world
Causes make us wanna hurl
We just wanna hang around and play the same three chords all day

We're not political like REM
We've got no message, no master plan
We're just a rock and roll band with nothing much to say

We just wanna have some fun
Make good times for everyone
You can think if you want, but if you don't it's still okay

It ain't too shallow or too profound
The meaning of the meaning is in the sound
Of the rock and roll band with nothing much to say
To say
To say!