True To These Times .​.​.​And Those Times, Too

by The Zookeepers

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THE ZOOKEEPERS + SIGNALS split 12"
True To These Times ...And Those Times, Too

TTTTATTT 12" coming in 6/18/2012 on Cellar Hits Records! Digital distribution from Retard Disco. Thanks Retard Disco!

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released 18 June 2012
Recorded from July 2011 to January 2012 by The Zookeepers in Yarmouth, MA (Pat's basement/garage, Yarmouth Cultural Center) and The Bronx, NY (Cooper's apartment)

Written, arranged and performed by The Zookeepers
Engineered, mixed and mastered by Pat

Ben Raymond - trumpet on Foil
Brian Boisse - additional vocals on Radicle

Yeti cover by Jon Gray (Signals) and Cooper Conley-Currier (Zookeepers)

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Track Name: Welcome Nancy
Welcome nancy to the show.
She looks better than I remember.
I'll shed my nerves and say hello,
but i know how this night'll go.
The whom who i belong with
is somewhere far along, kids.
So just welcome nancy.

Road trip!
Track Name: Foil
You were so unaware
in your thinking chair
with a picture of your mother.
Right by the fairest child
in the wedding isle
with the flower dress on.
It was so easy just to tell that fat child was you.
I want to remember this forever, even in death.

Aluminum Foil: for what it is, isn't anything at all.

Everyone is everywhere but no one's outside. It's so true to these times and you say it in that fluid manner.
Track Name: GGG
Escape the yeti.
Escape the yeti, if you can.
Escape the yeti.
Escape the yeti, if you can.
Some Yeti and meatballs.
Some Yeti and meatballs, if you can.
Some Yeti and meatballs.
Some Yeti and meatballs.

This, right here, is the bridge part.
It leads to another part.
Leads to another part.
So lead me to another part!

Jimmy, we miss you and we want to come back.
Want to hear all your stories and hangout in your van.
These coke-heads are creepy and they never sleep
and I think we just need a fresh oney packed.
Because that's what happens when you catch a fox,
paranoia leads to picking locks.
Which leads to leads and a morose me.
Yeah, paranoia leads to reality.

GGG.

VIRGIN! VIRGIN! VIRGIN! VIRGIN!
I'm okay, if you're okay. I'm okay, if you're O.K.
I'm okay, if you're okay. I'm okay, let's do
SEX! SEX! SEX! SEX!
Track Name: Trush
She said
"Clowns don't talk back when you look at them."
"Why don't they?"
"I don't know."
And she said I would be a perfect man
if I knew where to go when the sun went down.
And we walked
down the street.
Passed some cars, passed some people who mean nothing to us.
That's okay.
They're just living their lives like the people that they think
they
are.
And to them they're probably the most important person. To them.
But to me they're just a person that we passed when we walked down the street.
Ha, ha, we're going to get ice cream, and

lick it down.
Lick it down our throats.
If I had to push it down yours you might choke.
I would never even dream of that, no.
I would never even fathom such a thing.
If you had the right ice cream: butterscotch.
Maybe even maple walnut.

We'll gather up your trash and put it in the bin.
We've got places to go and people to see
and this is our day don't you dare leave me.
I need to hold your hand, but I think it looks dumb.
I don't think i'll hold you hand.
Why don't we get some ice cream?
Oh wait, we just did.
Why don't don't we go somewhere else and do something else?

Say something just like you need to say.
Oh, you'd never go away...
No, you'd never think of anything mean to say.
Yes you would.
I've heard it, I've heard it, I was there.
I heard it at the end of the day.

Why don't we get some ice cream?
We just did.

No regrets, I ain't got a regret.
Ain't got a regret about getting the pistachio, no, no, no.
But you say you hate nuts!
Well it was for me!
I didn't want you to lick my own ice cream.

I say "Girl, oh girl, you don't understand
what it mean to be a man.
What it's like to be a full grown man.
What it's like to go from boy to man,
from man to old man.
What it's like to die.
What it's like to lie about dying,
because I ain't dead and you think i've been dead since '85.
Track Name: Radicle Majesty
We don't care that we've no flair.
We've just got sounds of pounding snare, snark, and snarl.
Art I'm proud of doesn't come around too often.
How many people do I need telling me I'm great before I start to seriously consider the statements being made?
State of my status? I'm in stasis, but blood might flow if 'they' just paid us. I'd virtually do anything to stay like this with succeeding means.

Radicle majesty,
don't fuck with me!
You can't!
You can't!
You can't!
You can't,
because I'm Brian Boisse!

They want brains.

Radical majesty,
don't look at me.
Your eyes are gibes,
and I've contrived some words to make the perfect line.

"Line. What's my line again?"
"You're never gonna make it, no, you're never gonna make it, kid."
"Line. What's my line again?"
"You're never gonna make it kid, until you take the time to snort a line off of this stripper's tits."

Dim sum.

What's this? Not a closing argument?
You never were too good at those conclusions, boy.
Sifting through words you've spoken only to find that you never had opinions for a goddam thing.

But at least you've made it, or at least maybe you've stated that you're doing what you're suppose to.
Say "to" too much and naturally continue to.
You're on a track, man.
Steering makes a fool of you.

Am I product that the president is proud of, a privileged parasite parading around like a prophet?

Probably.

I mean, I certainly do hope so.

I want to be the creative-type, but I know just what I really am.

Everybody has one thing that they're good at.
Babe, I didn't do it, cuz I didn't wanna do it. I knew it wouldn't be conducive to my general needs.
Babe, I didn't do it, cuz I didn't wanna do it. I knew it wouldn't be conducive to my general needs.
I think it happened, yo, exactly what I feared. I allowed this loneliness to turn me extra weird.
And if I choose to make a move I'll keep my creep to frequencies beneath the screech of generally the needs of creeps cuz they ain't deep.
I didn't have anyone to impress for like a year, and so I allowed the loneliness to turn me extra weird, but now I'm, now I'm stuck.
I ain't deep either.
You're ugly when you're not wearing any makeup.
And if I choose to make a move I'll keep my creep to frequencies beneath the screech of generally the needs of creeps cuz I ain't deep.
I ain't deep.
This beat is aggressive.
This beat is aggressive.
I'm gonna watch some more Breaking Bad now.