Side 3 is OUT; see the sidebar!
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Side 3 Release
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Connect the Dots
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Side 2 lyrics
Nukular
I’m the god of everything
Except for what is happening
Brain waves believe it
Nowhere; see it
I’m evolutionary
Developed autonomy
Brazen in dreams
Frozen, it seems
I discovered a theory
Equates to totality
Probability, not happy ’til it’s wastedBlot out the sky,
Rub out space-time,
By closing my eyes
Beneath my eyelids,
I’ll make it darker than it’s ever beenBehold the sirens
Here comes the silenceI watch the sun rise for the first time
I watch the sun die,
I watch the sun rise!Behold the sirens
Here comes the silenceAll Tied Up
All tied up in a basket
With a stranger, on a doorstep
(“All eyes half-mast!”)
Your flag,
You better wear your flag in the right pocket
It’s like a big beat breaking,
Like a big beat break
Like a line you’re saving for a big beat breakYou see the black left pocket,
See the orange right,
Like a siren, walkingIt’s like a big beat breaking
Like a big beat break over a sign you’re waving
For a big beat breakYou better wear your flag all tied up
Don’t Get Off The Floor
Her ice age could clear up
Hustle could tear up
Red, she’s subconsciously redGet straight – Don’t get off the floor
Make weight – It’s not a questionSan Andreas in minutes
Pressure is building
Red, she’s subconsciously red
Make a confessionGet straight – Don’t get off the floor
I’m taking the stage and kicking your brain in
I’m melting faces, killing the nothing
Making you pay, I’m kicking brains in
Fucking I’m killing your face, I’m bringing the painRed, she’s subconsciously red
I see redGet straight – Don’t get off the floor
Cold Burn
Start it, cold
Your man is on the wire
Driving, the phone – heavy on your thigh
You got it, girl
Sanguine in the snowBurn me with the silver and cold
Tires and chrome
Is that a .45?
Power,
Power and smoke
You dirtied rock & roll
Saw you; liked itTake me to the water and gold
Burn. Me. With. The. Silver
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Side 2 Release
It’s out; see the sidebar, or http://marslights.bandcamp.com . Bandcamp is an experiment for us; let us know what you think. -h
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You On “Side 2”
This is your chance to get on a Mars Lights track or two; come on over and do some shouting on a couple songs for “Side 2.” Gang background vocal stuff, “Hey!” and “Get straight!” and that sort of thing, maybe 60 minutes of recording in KC MO, evening or weekend. Contact us privately, or via comments here (your email is visible to us but is not published on the site) if you’re interested.
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Side 1 lyrics
Straight Talking Straight Shots
Straight talking straight shots – there they go again!
Newsmen and talking heads – “Authenticity!”
See the war down to the wire, every time, if they can
There they go!I want a touch…
There’s a pattern, lover; red guns emote
Small town distraction tactics
Don’t take your eye off –
There they go!I want a touch…
Straight talk, straight, straight shots
Holy Blood
Chains – or guns
Caught – us once
She’s my blood – One’s enough, my loveOh, can you hear it now?
Dancing and dynamite boys being boys
A real rumble in the undergroundBeat – the fuzz
Safe –
For us
Soft, what light… ?Oh, can you hear it now?
Lead us not into a riotCan you hear it in the underground?
White Flight (So Pretty)
Ooo-oo – It’s a death trap, I would say
Sharp enough that there’s no painOoo-oo – Disconnection’s frightening pace
The phone is silent, there’s no tone
Does it hurt to share the blame?
Drop the pretense, I might callGrounded in real
Feel the seal between your eyesDamn Hell Yes
Don’t need you the same, you ought to know
Blood will try to bury you
Don’t need you to stay
Drive – we got to run
She’s a moving shot on the roadDamn hell yes:
– We like that foreign oil and “God bless…”
– We’ll take our wives hot with star kids
– Laser bombs, hearts and minds
– Cheap hands and fine wine
– We want it nowI want you to wait, sight them down, and
Fire when you see them white
Watching the trace, and the phosphor lines
Back in the tank
Back on the chaseDamn hell yes we want it right now – Damn hell yes!
Break This Dollar (Second Blues)
Anodyne vision clouding the CapEx
You’ll never sell these silly situational accents
Break this dollar
Make it make senseYou got to get out…
Haven’t eaten anything
I want to know how far the rules can bend
It’s an expression of their buckets and bins
I want to know…Break this dollar
You got to get out to get in
I’m busting out, break the skin
And split it!Break this dollar
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HERE ARE SOME SONGS
Nov/Dec 2007 – July 5, 2011. That’s almost four years spent bringing you the jams on Mars Lights’ “Side 1,” now posted for free download over to your left.
Here we come. Don’t lose it all at once. -h
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Three songs
“Straight Shots (Drum Fills),” “Holy Blood,” and “White Flight (So Pretty)” are streaming over to your left. The mixes are not quite finished… -h
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2007-2011
- Practice (pissed Drew’s neighbor off, no cops) (yet)
- Decided to handle our own vocals
- Good beer. Often, curry too
- Bought a lot of gear (amps & basses) (& effects)
- Recorded 11 songs at home
- Demo’d more
- Intricacy of naming process rivaled that of European social democracies’ runoff voting (should post the list we went through to get here)
- Almost four years sounds longer than it has felt
- See you out there