POPPER BURNS

by Popper Burns

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released June 4, 2015

PATTI MELT - VOX AND LEGS
PINK LEMONADE - VOX AND GUITAR
SIGOURNEY FEVER - BASS AND ASS
DIXIE LIXX - BEATING THE HELL OUT OF EVERYTHING

MIX AND MASTERED BY LOUIE LINO AND POPPER BURNS AT RESONATE STUDIOS

ALBUM ART BY AMANDA MICHAEL

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Popper Burns Austin, Texas

Anti-Genre Genre / Goth Abracadabra

Queerdo Trash-Punk Trash Trash from Austin,TX

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Track Name: YELLOWING EYES
DO YOU FIND, WHAT YOU'RE LOOKING FOR INSIDE,
THE PAGES OR THE SPINE OF A BOOK YOU LOVE SO MUCH,
DO YOU FIND WHAT YOU NEED INSIDE THOSE EYES,
THOSE YELLOWING EYES ON PAGES,
OF A BOOK YOU LOVE SO MUCH.


I THINK OF YOU IN YOUR BEDROOM,
STARING AT A PHOTOGRAPH FROM NINETEEN-SIXTY-TWO,
A BIRTHDAY PARTY,


DO YOU FIND, WHAT YOU'RE LOOKING FOR INSIDE,
THE PAGES OR THE SPINE OF A BOOK YOU LOVE SO MUCH,
DO YOU FIND WHAT YOU NEED INSIDE THOSE EYES,
THOSE YELLOWING EYES ON PAGES,
OF A BOOK YOU LOVE SO MUCH.


DO YOU FIND WHAT YOU NEED INSIDE OHH INSIDE THOSE YELLOWING EYES IN A PHOTOGRAPH FROM NINETEEN-SIXTY-TWO,
IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY BABE, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!
Track Name: SUNDAY
ON A SUNDAY, NOT LIKE EVERYDAY,
NOT LIKE WEDNESDAY, THE DAY YOU SPIT IN MY FACE,
ON A SUNDAY THE LIQUOR STORES CLOSED ALL DAY,
SO I DRINK BEER AND STAY BEHIND CLOSED DOORS,
YOU THINK YOU'RE EVERYTHING, BUT YOU'RE DISGUSTING,
AND NOTHING AT ALL!

ME I'M, MY BEST FRIEND IS ME,
AND PRETTY GOOD LOOKING,
IF YOU ASK ME MY OPINION,

ON A MONDAY, IT WAS A TOUGH DAY,
I TRIED TO PULL MY STRINGS BACK TOGETHER AT THE SEAMS,
BUT THE SEAMS BURSTING WITH EVERYTHING I GOT, I TAKE,
I PUT IT INSIDE, I DRINK WITH MY EYES MY EARS AND OTHER HOLES.

ON A SUNDAY, ITS NOT A HOLY DAY,
IT'S NOT A HOLIDAY, ITS A PLAIN OLD FUCKED DAY.
Track Name: DRONE STRIKES
NOW YOU SEE IT.
NOW YOU DON'T,
A CLOUD OF BLOOD, RUBBLE, LIMBS AND SMOKE,
IT'S NOT A GAME AND IT'S NOT A JOKE,
AN EYE IN THE SKY WITH A BELLY OF DEATH,
THE GIVER OF DESTRUCTION AND THE TAKER OF BREATH,

PROPERLY CONDITIONED WITH THE RIGHT PROPAGANDA,
AND A PHRASE TO BE IN COMMAND AND NOT BE PHASED,

DRONE STRIKES!
DRONE STRIKES!
DRONE STRIKES!

PRESS A BUTTON, HIT THE MARK,
DISCONNECTED WITH WHY THE WORLDS SO DARK,
TAKING LIVES FROM THE SEAT OF YOUR CHAIR,
IN FRONT OF A COMPUTER BUT YOU WERE NEVER THERE,

DRONE STRIKES!
DRONE STRIKES!
DRONE STRIKES!
Track Name: PRETTY LITTLE PIG
YOU GOT AN APPETITE FOR PLEASURE,
AND A LOVE OF OVERCONSUMPTION,
NO CRUMBS LEFT BEHIND,
NOT A DROP LEFT ON YOUR CHIN,
JUST LIKE A GOOD BOY,
YOU LICKED IT CLEAN FROM YOUR LIPS,

YOU'RE A PRETTY LITTLE PIG...

YOU ALWAYS GET WHAT YOU WANT,
GIVE IN TILL YOU CUM,
YOU'RE A SLAVE TO WHAT YOU WANT,
I THINK YOU MIGHT NEED A BIB,

YOU'RE A PRETTY LITTLE PIG...
Track Name: TOUGH TIMES
TOUGH TIMES,
NO ONE'S SEEING SHIT,
NO ONE'S DOING SHIT,
AND THEY DON'T HAVE A CLUE OF IT,
LONG LINES NO GETTING THROUGH TO THEM,
MALFORMED OPINION,
NO IDEA WHAT TO DO WITH THEM,

YOU CAN OPEN YOUR EYES,
OR LEAVE THEM CLOSED FOR ALL I CARE RAW!

TOUGH SHIT,
WE'RE ALL ROUGHING IT,
LOSING TOUCH WITH WHAT WE WORKED SO HARD TO GET,
DULL MINDS SOFTENED BY FLUORIDE FOR INDECISION AND FINISHED OFF WITH TELEVISION!

YOU CAN OPEN YOUR EYES,
OR LEAVE THEM CLOSED FOR ALL I CARE RAW!
Track Name: YOUTH PRISON
I SAW YOU,
JUST THE OTHER DAY,
CUT OFF ALL YOUR HAIR,
AND LOST THE HEARING IN ONE OF YOUR EARS,

I CAN'T TELL YOU ANY SECRETS IF IM AT THE WRONG SHOULDER,

THEN I SAW YOU AGAIN IN THE ALLEYWAY,
BUT I COULDN'T SEE YOU, NOT HEAR ME,
CAUSE I'VE BEEN BLIND,
SINCE NINETEEN-NINETY-THREE,

FIRSTLY IT'S YOUR DECISION,
TO GIVE INTO SUPERVISION,
AND LET THE EYES THAT DO WATCH YOU,
SECONDLY IT'S YOUR MISTAKE,
IF YOU DON'T THINK YOU DO THE SAME WITH YOUR EYES TOO.

TRAPPED IN SILENCE TRAPPED IN CONVERSATION,
NO ESCAPE FROM THE ENGAGEMENT,
YOU EAT MY TIME I'D GLADLY EAT YOURS TOO,
WITH FORK AND SPOON LIKE ICE CREAM!

THIRDLY IT'S YOUR DECISION,
TO LOOSE YOUR SIGHT AND YOUR VISON,
STARING AT PAINTINGS THAT YOU CREATE,
AND CALLING THEM MIRRORS YOU KNOW YOU HATE, HATE, HATE!

TRAPPED IN SILENCE TRAPPED IN CONVERSATION,
NO ESCAPE FROM THE ENGAGEMENT,
YOU EAT MY TIME I'D GLADLY EAT YOURS TOO,
WITH FORK AND SPOON LIKE ICE CREAM!
Track Name: TOO PUNK FOR PUNK
ONE,
TWO,
THREE,
FOUR,
FIVE,
SIX,SIX,SIX
SIX,SIX,SIX
SEVEN,
EIGHT!

STAY UP IN MY BEDROOM, LISTENING TO THE RAMONES,
SNIFFING TONS OF GLUE, GETTING FUCKING STONED!

TOO PUNK FOR PUNK,
WE’RE NOT PUNK ENOUGH,
TOO PUNK FOR PUNK,
BUT WE’RE NOT PUNK ENOUGH,

MAKING OUT WITH PICTURES OF HENRY ROLLINS,
PRESS THEM TO MY BODY,
RUB THEM IN MY SIN,

TOO PUNK FOR PUNK,
WE’RE NOT PUNK ENOUGH,
TOO PUNK FOR PUNK,
BUT WE’RE NOT PUNK ENOUGH,

I BREAK A BEER BOTTLE, JUST LIKE IGGY POP,
CARVE NICK CAVES FACE IN MY CHEST,
RIGHT ACROSS MY BREAST,


TOO PUNK FOR PUNK,
BUT WE’RE NOT PUNK ENOUGH,
TOO PUNK FOR PUNK,
BUT WE’RE NOT PUNK ENOUGH,

WOKE UP FROM A WET DREAM,
STARRING DEE DEE RAMONE,
BURNED A COPY OF BLANK GENERATION,
SO I COULD SNORT THE ASHES!

TOO PUNK FOR PUNK,
WE’RE NOT PUNK ENOUGH!