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- Recorded in Ben's barn in Gettysburg over the summer (with the exceptions of "Raw Spinach" and "Throwaway Your Anger," which were recorded within the first month this year at Temple). Do-it-yourself production with our own recording equipment for every track. Let us know how you feel about it.
Click the Download Album button and you can hear the hidden track, What We Found.
Keep updated with The Speak Easy and other musicians at The Turbo Times @ www.turboverbal.blogspot.com - credits
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released 13 September 2009
Alex Telenson- Vocals, Keyboard
Andrew Small- Vocals, Guitar
Benjamin Dufendach- Vocals, Drums
Peter Wolfe- Bass - license
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- Track Name: Fuck Hard, Speak Easy
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Bruce Lee:
Enter your mind, be formless, shapeless like water. You put water into a cup it becomes the cup. You put water into a teapot it becomes the teapot. Water can flow or it can crash. Be like water my friend.
Chorus: Fuck Hard, Speak Easy
I do whatever I want until it please me.
BRA The Goat Carcass:
I smoke new-ps, rock the hip hop, draw graffiti,
Rep in the group known as the speak easy,
Grab the mic and I'm like buck,
I can bob my head but can't dance much, because I suck
But shucks, still don't give a fuck and
cocky as ever still clever no matter the weather man
Rain or shine guaranteed to dine to some fine wine
Gonna stop through till yours is mine
Turbo:
Throwaway your anger all your animosities
Can't you see there's just no stopping these
Obscene rhymes that I spit, they're pornographic
I record it down then you can fucking have it.
Never gonna try to a be a good citizen of the society that lied to me, tell me why would we...
Say fuck hard, speak easy,
Let me do what I want please release me
From this mental prison let the rhythm let me go
cause water can crash or even it can flow.
Corduroy Phoenix:
BQ is back but now we're speak easy,
Lyrics still thought provoking, beats still steesy,
Breezy like wind through a skirt,
Little like Ben Harper mixed with Dirt McGirt.
It's the middle of the summer and I'm out thinning peach trees,
Learning all these lessons but whose gonna teach these--
Kids about speaking easy, fucking hard?
Stick to you guns, get respect it'll take you far.
Don't be disgraceful or else you'll get a taste full
Of broken teeth, cheap beer and shitty weed.
Don't think your shit's all tight cause that's not what we need.
Fuck Hard, Speak Easy
I do whatever I want until it please me. - Track Name: Raw Spinach featuring Tayyib Ali
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Turbo:
Change is on the way
To the hip hop that we say
is a lifestyle, a means and ways, a culture
Now MCs scavenging like vultures.
But when they digging in, they're figuring,
you with us or you with him?
Everybody gotta make a living.
So why's your mission, killing off the competition,
Fuck your inner vision
People care more about television, internet, playstation,
Kill the soul, drug the mind, lose their concentration,
That's the trick they do to make you complacent.
That's the type of shit be scaring me.
Everyone in love with themselves and their TV.
But not me, a tel, and T?
Broke as hell but we give it to you free.
If you want yours then just come to me,
I steal everything in front of me.
Piano loops from Wes Montgomery
Don't need no record company.
So fuck the company that came with because the game is
Living in harmony but we're gonna need some changes.
BRA The Goat Carcass:
I say up, you say down,
Still we unite under that hip hop sound.
Keep it slow, always fierce
Need some more women, not more queers,
Turbo and BRA the Goat Carcass,
Stepping in the ring is T about start this,
And when he's finished the beat will be diminished,
More raw than uncooked spinach.
Tayyib Ali:
Go clear, easy to breathe with no air,
I'm all around the money, and haters are no where.
Taking over the square, just beginning
Jelly filling a feeling, money hot, power to the ceiling,
Cash rules and music is fulfilling.
Bank dues, who stupid straight fools, cooling, getting women
Killer spit magic, my john wears the same.
My mind holds the bomb
like Saddam on a plane,
No phone I rely on my aim,
I chat from the mac while you can't decide what to say
Two homeboys they getting blow
I'm on a roll
Pokemon go, fucking hollywood hoes,
Four shows, I grind for the rose
I'm in it cause you lames getting old
I do it for the soul - Track Name: Looking Back's For Na-Nas (Growing Up Was Fun)
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Growing up was fun,
But we’re damn near done.
BRA The Goat Carcass:
Feeling chaotic far from centered
Thinking about the days with Mike Leonard
Acting big and bad drinking mountain dew
I'll never forget that Twin Lakes crew
Six years of catholic then switched to public
No more uniforms, yo I dug it.
I tried to be cool and I tried to fit in,
Being Mr. Popular was top of the list then
But I grew up and matured a bit
The boys I got now an unforgettable click
I hope the life I live goes well before I die
Fuck that way of thinking, I got karma on my side.
Growing up was fun,
But we’re damn near done.
Corduroy Phoenix:
I remember kindergarten cause my nose was always runny,
Haven’t changed much cause I still think farting’s funny.
Graduated up into first grade,
Finger painting shit, not about getting laid,
My teacher smelled nice she wore key-lime
But the best back then was a bunch of free time.
Didn’t think of cooking or fixing junky cars,
Just living life on the top of monkey bars.
Next was second grade and I was on the path,
Didn’t like it much since I really failed math.
Skip a couple years sixth grade I was dreading,
5th grade sucked I got kissed by Alyssa Redding.
7th grade was cool got to learn history,
Treatin’ ladies wrong yo they were always pissed at me.
Finally high school that shit was tight,
Girls getting pregnant and food fights.
When it came to cutting class I was always getting screwed,
Teacher always asking “where the fuck is that dude?”
Growing up was fun,
But we’re damn near done.
Turbo:
Growing up was fun but not for everyone,
Had some hard times growing up as Sam’s only son.
I’d like to believe that people grow mature,
Instead it’s just the same shit, passed off as manure.
I’ve seen backs stabbed, grudges held, and good friends lost.
Everybody’s taking sides like social holocaust.
Things just ain’t the way that they used to be
Back in the days, when we were we.
Oh, how I miss the feeling of adventure,
Those journeys that we talked about and had meant for.
On the road or into the wild,
Get back the high I got from your smiles.
I hope things are better when I come back to visit,
Cause I would be a liar, if I said I didn’t miss it.
Growing up was fun,
But we’re damn near done. - Track Name: In The Shadows of a DJ
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BRA The Goat Carcass:
What if something's holding you back, you can't help.
Lingering, lying reminding yourself.
It's never gonna be, give up let it go,
Till that one day hits you snap explode.
It could be that quiet kid, the obnoxious kid
The kid that's got it all but refuses to live.
Maybe he's all talk, hope for the best
The outcome is generic, he lays down to rest.
Corduroy Phoenix:
Now my head's too tight, my clothes are outgrown,
Bullshit plutocracy's getting overthrown,
Through what I've seen and what's been shown,
Pushing through those seams to spaces unknown.
It's the bottom of the barrel, though it should be top shelf,
See if you want change you've got to get it for yourself.
When it comes time to getting down and dirty,
Everyone's always like "I'll do it when I'm thirty."
That's the thing don't wait to make a plan,
Us being all mortal, time waits for no man.
Turbo:
Now I’m feeling sort psychotic,
Need an antibiotic
The way I rhyme is kinda hypnotic.
Like an illegal kind of narcotic.
You got step in line, pay your fine,
I don’t like nostalgia unless it’s mine.
Screaming “Oh hip hop please come and save us
Bring back the age of cool a la Miles Davis.”
And don’t you know the pentatonic
Mixes better than ben and chronic
And it’s sonic...
The hedgehog happiness, flipping the finest of finesse
I’m more honest than Abe with my Gettysburg address.
Voice yourself if you got something to say
Put it on the table before it eats you away
Don't you know it's the speak easy style
Fuck dilemmas, run off into the wild. - Track Name: J5 Jive
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BRA The Goat Carcass:
From the beginning we were never singing
Noise ruckus all around
1, 2, 3, 4 J5 sound
is being emulated
What is stimulated?
Insert the concerta
and focus
Give me the mic so I poke this
ADHD is taking over me.
Distracting cacophony
Turbo, Benjamin, don't forget me.
Speak Easy's here, BYO Beer
Now my head goes side to side
Making musical simplistic strides
To be perfect, to be perfect!
Corduroy Phoenix:
Finally recorded, it’s about time,
Get what we deserve from the beats and our rhymes,
Things are going well, the music sounds great,
Don’t get cocky just keep your head straight,
Don’t know what it is about these two boys,
Came a long way from the days of makin’ noise,
Stoppin’ by the house getting geared up,
Playin’ ill jams, getting cheered up.
No seriously guys, what we do brings me happiness
Most days go according to the plan,
Get together make music write to our fans,
We don’t have fans, we don’t have fans
I take it back mic check 1, 2
Not very many fans hey how bout you.
We don’t need them now or then.
Just as long as tight lines flow from the pen.
I’m a keep doin’ what I try best,
Life’s a rhyme exam hope I pass the test
Turbo:
The thoughts you hear come from the unspoken,
This vibration gets you higher than grass smoking.
I don’t need a beer or cigarette, I figure that…
I’m in for the long hike, not with the wrong type,
The fruits of my mind have gone ripe.
So we’re on the way. We do in day…
What God did in a week,
So hear it in the beat and inherit like the meek.
No nonsense… monetary profits,
Now we gotta stop this, claiming to be prophets.
No more gangster bullets drug peddling mob hits.
I can get my self home without a cell phone.
Now I’m free like a fugitive, living in the future is,
Bright, so maybe I just might,
Break free from you and me.
Trade Lines in the order of Ben/Andrew/Alex:
Turbo doesn’t even have to play guitar,
Put it on the keyboard, rock sitar,
Turbo doesn’t play, that’s kind of gay.
We’re burly quasar that’s right we legit,
Droppin’ beats not bombs on the 4/4 shit
Ben’s words sever, that was kind of clever.
No time wasted in the-- space took,
Take picture, write about it on facebook.
Facebook is cool if you’re a tool.
Groundbreaking beats makin people want to faint,
When it comes to masterpieces, we don’t need to use paint.
Mona Lisa’s nice, if you close your eyes.
The Speak Easy's flying to new spaces,
Tying lines together like a Nike shoelaces.
Nike get a clue, 1 cent per shoe
Needle to the groove but not to my arm,
The beat is causing ruckus so sound the alarm.
Maintain composure, that is the closer. - Track Name: Throwaway Your Anger featuring Andrew Kirschenbaum
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Fuck Hard, Speak Easy,
Do what you gotta do to release the--
Evil in your soul
But how you gonna fill the hole?
You're gonna throwaway your gun, throwaway your anger,
That's how you make a man out a gang banger
Kirsh:
Tiger's ain't fierce. No the tiger's a dreamer,
thinker, sleeper, plotter, schemer
No language trapped in his head
But you know his thoughts are deeper
Deal with the devils who keep a self induced cabin fever
I wonder if they can see the way they stare through the glass
Haunting me with them peepers, time creeps come to past
As I creep through the grass, real slow not fast today
Grace taking turns through the hour glass, life's no race.
The same pace that the tortoise beat the hare, I'm there
And I ain't scared of lions, tigers, and bears.
BRA The Goat Carcass:
Posted up behind the keys on the lyrical prowl
Like a safari breeze I'll burn mad trees- shall
I leave my terradome to the wild unkown
Got a 1 clock class- stoned in the zone like a city folk
Being amazed with the stars
People look at me like a tiger caged in bars
I'm a fan of the Wu
Chill mad hard, true
But try to learn too
in the Illadelph Zoo
Turbo:
I don't need to fight, kick your ass mentally,
Feel my verbal claws and jaws and then we'll see,
That I let you down gently.
Yeah you coulda been a wreck
Have my teeth around your neck.
I'm never violent to a stranger
Like a tiger in a cage or
some other cats
cause perhaps
Today's
Not your day
My thoughts are getting heavy
Like my eyelids, but I'll drive this out
Don't you come near my house?
My territory, you're in for a scary story,
Sleep so deep but I'm barely snoring.
I'm alert, you're about to get hurt.
Now how much do you think your life is really worth? - Track Name: Where The Wild Things Are
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Wanna go where the wild things are
Wanna go where I'm real far
Wanna go where the wild things roam
Wanna go where I'm alone
Turbo:
Turbo sucks at rapping, no that's a fallacy
My rhymes are infinite like all of the galaxies,
I use this verse to expand my mind like the universe,
Life ain't that bad I could be doing worse
Need to be living freely so I can speak easy
Just so it can please me, like a girl on her knees we
Give you pleasure for which there is no way to measure
We can go wherever. Off to Ben's cool ass barn,
Unroll our thoughts like a spool of yarn.
So fuck cut the thread, get it straight through your head
They won't let me live free til I am dead.
BRA The Goat Carcass:
When the stress level's high, everything else is low.
My creativity's screaming "where's your flow?"
Oh no! The kid's lost his mojo.
He needs to focus in on where the wild things go.
Remember that happy innocence as a child,
That's long gone it's been gone for a while.
Currently my life's a living shit pile.
Pissing of Mama J, Step Deuche Lyle
That's uh-uh subject, let me not interject
Topics I don't know why you're not a friend yet.
Luckily, I found this barn, a grotto,
Fuck Hard, Speak Easy, Our Motto.
Corduroy Phoenix:
Now I'm here making mischief in my wolf suit,
Crazy coot sent to bed without his fruit.
Acting delusional with liquor in my cup,
Not exactly cannibal but sure I'll eat you up.
Now I don't fuck around with PCP or shrooms,
But I swear I see a forest growing slowly in my room.
An ocean appears, I can clearly see the stars.
Following cassiopeia where the wild things are.
They mash the teeth and display their sharpened claws,
But I like being with them despite the flaws.
We start a crazy rumpus where we dance and sing
I'm at peace with these demons who call me king.
Wanna go where the wild things are
Wanna go where I'm real far
Wanna go where the wild things roam
Wanna go where I'm alone - Track Name: Red Storm Rising
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BRA The Goat Carcass:
My eyes are half shut but I’m fully awake,
Your buzz is wearing off as you start to shake.
There’s a force driving you to steal and take,
The cream, the loot, the cash, money, bills
You scream and shoot and now you kill,
But for what your screwed and now you do not know
What do to do or where to go,
But wait there’s a slight bit of hope
Mr. Dufendach’s lyrics are mad crazy dope.
Corduroy Phoenix:
Burly coming at you in all directions,
We’re fuckin’ flawless do not need corrections,
The time is now, the end close at a hand,
Chaos creeps through positivity’s in demand,
Red storm rising from out of abyss,
It’ll be a living hell like listening to Kiss,
You don’t worry, don’t fret
Let’s just have a celebration,
In a time of what the good book calls revelation.
I feel a red storm rising,
It ain't so surprising,
Got no more future, Got no more end,
Heat's rising but fire's about to descend.
Turbo:
Here’s a revelation for you dogs and sorcerers,
The righteous ain’t right, the holy are murderers,
A new crusade is coming through,
And they don’t care about you-know-who.
I’m sick of seeing Jesus sold on TV,
By the Judases of the 21st century.
These men use him to manipulate the masses,
They spew out hate like greenhouse gases.
Burn it all down to one conclusion
These assholes have caused all confusion.
Here comes the Alpha, Omega, the First and Last,
Accept the fate of a time gone past.
Wait now for the final eclipse,
Get yourself ready for the apocalypse.
Turbo:
Four years left til 2-0-12,
Make a decision between heaven and hell,
Pay your four-year transition tuition,
The Speak Easy's back on a brand new mission.
BRA The Goat Carcass:
Move so smooth like a swan,
So you and I can Arma-get-it-on - Track Name: What We Found (Fiddler On The Ground)
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When you feel like something’s changed,
And it just don’t feel the same,
You can go home home home, take the train, take the train.
Corduroy Phoenix:
Coming back from college, chilling with the crew.
Feeling brand new like a new pair of shoes.
We used to be tight, we used to fit right,
Now it's just a race, pounding brews all night.
Don't get me wrong cause I love my liquor
Just don't want here the same old Gburg bicker.
At first I thought it would improve my thinking,
Shit I gain more from jamming than drinking.
Through things I chose, the friends I've made
Feeling like college is a bullshit parade.
What am I thinking? What am I learning
I'm dreaming of class rooms burning.
Is higher education really the key?
No one knows the answer it's deep inside of me.
BRA The Goat Carcass:
Here's what I'm wondering
Lately pondering
Again and again
Fatboy Slim is he fucking in heaven?
With a hookup crew at a 7-Eleven
Probably so, however the other option will unfold.
Here's how it goes...
There's actually a place we go when we die
However this is false but don't sigh
Fatboy slim's better than all you chumps
Bitches with the humps, bud by the clumps
This steeze is untraceable
Like a feeling so sensational
But he feels it on earth
like the pain of birth
which is no façade
I hate to mention there is no God.
Turbo:
We grab the fiddler on the roof by wrist, twist, and throw him on the ground,
That's what we found in the hip hop sound.
We dance to the weather, drums get beat together,
Feel no pain from the rain and we think that we're clever.
Til we find pneumonia, tell me mister loner who the hell owns ya?
It's obsession for possession, learn the lesson,
That's caused all stressing.
Your desire is a liar and so you fear no fire
Make plan after plan,
But we don't give a damn about the doubts,
Blame the evil do-er sewer, not shitty water out our spouts.
Philosophic fools drown pain in immobility
Feeling drops pull me down the drain of futility,
Catch the wave of life take the tide for a ride.
Float below the fog, see what's clear and what's right.
Cause the least you know is the seeds you sow,
Grow up to be the beast you know and pass,
Water can flow or it can crash.
When you feel like something’s changed,
And it just don’t feel the same,
You can go home home home, take the train, take the train. - Track Name: When We Die
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When we die, will anyone have heard of us?
When we die, will our bodies turn to dust?
When we die, is our fate in the ground?
Or will we leave earth with a heavenly sound?
BRA The Goat Carcass:
When I die, will people reminisce about me?
The crippled MC, the unbelievably,
Not talented or something special,
I feel like my life is an empty fucking vessel.
The sensations in urge that all is well
is swell but it wears of so quick I can't tell
where and what makes me happy
I mastered the art of being sassy
Never content never at easy
Grungy and raw never classy
Buck I lyrically rape ya,
Guaranteed I wrote this on a piece of paper.
Don't what I'm about but I'm out,
Live a shitty life, reincarnate into a trout.
When we die, will anyone have heard of us?
When we die, will our bodies turn to dust?
When we die, is our fate in the ground?
Or will we leave earth with a heavenly sound?
Turbo:
When I die, will I make it in the history books?
Will hellions up in heaven give mysterious looks?
They’ll say “Oh look it’s Turbo, have you heard of him?”
Did they murder him for all his words of sin?”
Or will I be buried in a cemetery from disease that’s hereditary,
I know that death is scary but it’s reality, a fact,
Whatever gave us life can quickly take it back.
But that’s why we gotta make good on what we’ve been given,
We gotta live it up while our souls are still living.
And if it’s true what the Bible states, I know that I will stay
In purgatory,
God's heard my story,
But shit, if he’s real, I feel he knows it’s just jokes,
We’ll laugh it off and have some holy smokes.
Man made alcohol, God made weed,
That’s why I know when I die God will TH-see me.
When we die, will anyone have heard of us?
When we die, will our bodies turn to dust?
When we die, is our fate in the ground?
Or will we leave earth with a heavenly sound?
Corduroy Phoenix:
I welcome death since no one else will
But I won't end my life with a knife or a pill
Though myself I won't kill yo,
Let my body grow and go when it needs to
Laying white sheets so I can lead through
When it comes time to meet up with a maker.
What will it be a muslim, jane or a quaker?
Doesn't much matter what we think
Rama made the planets in just one blink.
Live it while you got it still here on earth,
Cause there's no guarantee at a shot at rebirth.
Think it'd be cool to come back as an elephant?
Don't question me and say that shit's irrelevant
Death affects us all.
No denying depends on who you call.
When you die.
When we die, will anyone have heard of us?
When we die, will our bodies turn to dust?
When we die, is our fate in the ground?
Or will we leave earth with a heavenly sound? - Track Name: Spit Fire
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Don't Throw Water When We Spit Fire
We're Gonna Burn Your Soul To The Ground
BRA The Goat Carcass:
07, 8, 9 – three years runnin
nah more like sprinting – the ruckus is coming
with this pen, I flow a perfect 10 – thats stunning
acting hard but thats me only frontin'
cause I'm a bitch, white boy trying to rap
call my shit crap – for sure that's worth a slap
not from me, however, one of my boys
they got my back when I say fuck that noise
People can't tame-us
I wanna get famous
Yeah try and knock us
we'll still play
forget the words said
listen to what we say
NOW
Turbo:
Instead of knocking people down
Burning souls to the ground
Here's a little bit of knowledge that I have found
Holding in hatred's like holding hot embers
You're the one that gets burnt but no on remembers
Before Buddha was Buddha, he was Siddhartha Gautama
Life is suffering and it's harder than you want a
world to be but you can't see
violence everywhere tearing apart humanity
Drop Beats, Not Bombs. Get Guitars, Not Guns.
Use the Swords of Speech not the slaughtering of sons.
Be a citizen of the world, put back what's right in it.
Work together and we might reach enlightenment.
Corduroy Phoenix:
It's about time for the Phoenix and the Corduroy
To light this track up like the south of the border boy
Have no time for these petty accusations
Got a bit to say and my mind is racing.
The economy's looking rough, Speak Easy's doing fine.
Turbo got mics, ATel quit doing lines.
The time we've had, the jams that been made.
Have been most fruitful, top grade
As I head northwest, and they to Temple
Yes I'll miss these boys not to sound sentimental.
Whatever happens next, death or def jam
Imma miss these times cause these fuckers are fam.
Don't Throw Water When We Spit Fire
We're Gonna Burn Your Soul To The Ground