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Pangaea

by Family Robot Seizure Show

If Clutch, Faith No More, and A Tribe Called Quest were involved in a single engine plane crash, this would be what all of them screaming in tandem would maybe kind of sound like, I guess.
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1. Born Again and Again
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2. Eyes of the Sun
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3. (The Incident With) Employee 108
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4. You're Lying to Me!
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5. The Surface
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6. Shady Grove Retirement Home
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7. Transcontinental
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8. Meat Pony
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9. Slow Motion Sunday
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10. Dimensional Caravan
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11. I Stopped Giving a Shit in the 80's
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ABOUT THIS ALBUM


Album Notes
Family Robot Seizure: Pangaea

Recorded Sep 2011 - June 2012 at Apex Sound Labs. Baton Rouge, LA, USA

Brandon Dooley - Guitars, Bass, Keyboards, Sequences, Programming, Syncronization.
Sam Terito - Vocals, Keyboards.

All songs written by Brandon Dooley and Sam Terito

All lyrics and music (c) 2012 Family Robot Seizure Show/Brandon Dooley/Sam Terito

Eyes of the Sun
(Dooley, Terito)
From the back of a dehydrated mind, I can’t find
the right words that would fit this time. And so I decline.
To respond. To the visions that I think may be genuine.
Real or imagined. I was there. Now I’m gone.
The sun went down, crept behind those mountains beyond.
I lay down, and wonder if it’s the last time.
And still I find a way to dream of the mountainous streams.
As it seems, and wake up in the sunlight.


(The Incident With) Employee 108
(Dooley, Terito)
And so it ends like this
25 years in the biz
Some smooth talking son of a bitch
Just walks his fat ass up in the mix
And it’s like you forgot that I exist?
Oh what a coincidence…

Where would this company be, if not for me?
95 hours a week…
And calling my career complete?
Just parade me up in front of the board,
And then right out the door.
No cake and ice cream?

It seems that you forgot
The principles that put us on
The map? I bet the founders
Sure would not have
Appreciated that…

Shut up, John. I think I earned the right.
To get up here and speak my mind.
And what I’d really like to say…
Is that there’s 6 tons of explosives in the basement.
Have a nice day.

It seems that we have got a problem with employee 108
Contractually obligate..
Proceed to Terminate?


You ‘re Lying To Me
(Dooley, Terito)
Maybe it’s all in the way
That she was talking to me
That says she’s trying to say
That she was trying to leave
A message on my machine
About some conspiracy
But I just couldn’t believe
What she was saying to me
A constant dull blabbering
About how she’s been hiding
From forces that have disbanded
Put back together again
And implemented a plan
With a shadow government
And once enacted we may
Never see each other again

I get the feeling that you’re lying to me.

So please listen carefully
Because the clock is ticking
I might be crazy but we don’t
Seem to have the luxury
Of benefit of the doubt
What am I talking about?
If we don’t something now
They’ll bring the whole system down.

But maybe that’s the way it has to be.
To Survive some catastrophe.
Maintain moment of clarity
Undo what they did chemically
And try to fight conspiracy
Find out just what they did to me.
They fought the battle medically
Motherfucking unethically.

Shady Grove Retirement Home
(Dooley, Terito)
Excuse me please, I got around a buck fifty
Now could you tell me how much coffee that’ll get me.
Not being shifty, just trying to be thrifty…
Caffeine addiction is a serious thing.
It’s something I been working on
Shady Grove Retirement Home
Riding my recliner all day and all night long
The shag carpets pretty soft
But their decaf coffee’s fucking pissing me off
But enough about me, let’s talk more about you and
The situation you’ve recently found yourself in.
I got a question, facial expression.
How much effect does it have on a first impression?
I know it’s late and I appreciate the conversation.
But heavy caffeination messes with my medication.
Hazard of occupation, a little degradation…
And you can keep the change for added sense of compensation

I’m kind of tired of the strain
Trying to break these constraints
Keeping me medically high
So fly, motherfucker fly..


Transcontinental
(Dooley, Terito)
Ladies and Gentlemen, it’s
A privilege to have you with us.
Seatbelts and remain seated
This is your captain speaking
And soon we will be reaching
Our cruising speed and ceiling
Altitude 35,000 feet
Around three hundred fifty
If we are to encounter
A loss in cabin pressure
Probably for the better
Just try and keep your head up
Fantastic experience
Perfect flying conditions
And please return your seat to
It’s full upright position

But baby, here’s the kicker
I don’t know whats coming out your speakers
But heading back to the ground seems imminent
So pay attention to the flight attendants now
Let go of your inhibitions
Like something that you saw on television
This ain’t really that different
Like an episode of Lost, or is it…
Written directed JJ Abramns
For Lake Buena Vista

Wake up and leaning
Against passengers seating
Not knowing what the meaning
Wondering if still dreaming
Confused passengers asking
Was that some sort of crash landing
But not knowing the difference
Between this or turbulence

But baby, here’s the kicker
I don’t know whats coming out your speakers
But heading back to the ground seems imminent
So pay attention to the flight attendants now
Let go of your inhibitions
Like something that you saw on television
This ain’t really that different
Like an episode of Lost, or is it…
Written directed JJ Abramns
For Lake Buena Vista


Meat Pony
(Dooley, Terito)
Suspects sighted, I-49.
Headed Northbound
Late model Black Ford Econoline
Suspects exhibiting signs
Of being out of their minds
And yes.
Armed. Somewhat dangerous.
Do not attempt
To apprehend
These are experienced men.
Well equipped
With ability to pretend
I guess the right words are “blend in”…
Prepared to fight to the bitter end

And if it’s true what we’re hearing, you won’t be getting near ‘em
Not from what we understand.
Broken transmissions, same words, over and over again….

Meat Pony, Come on, Do what you do, I said (x 4)

There is no question, a vested interest
Between this network and the victims are suspicious
The timing of this
investigation
At this time we have no other information

We know it looks bad, to dodge the question
And don’t appreciate the tones of your suggestion
The timing of this
investigation
At this time we have no other information

Meat pony is the only indication
With no positive identification
All we know is that’s the only thing they’re saying
At this time we have no other information

Fuck, you people have some real determination
I don’t have the answers, what’s your fascination?
At this time we have no other information.
The same ten words, spoken over and over again…

Meat Pony, Come on, Do what you do, I said (x 4)


Slow Motion Sunday
(Dooley, Terito)
Time keeps ticking away but
Every single day seems like it’s the same
And not going away
Not going my way. But does it really make a
Difference anyway, in the grand scheme
What if everything I say just ends up dangling
Rolling through the damn sand again, with nobody ever hearing it?
Or Never making any difference, and never changing time continuance,
Is anybody out there hearing this? AM I STILL MAKING SENSE?
Or am I pissing in the wind?

Situations got me feeling gray.
Just a slow motion Sunday again.
If you can hear me, maybe just answer this…
Is it even really worth it in the end?

Eyes down.
Face inside my hands now.
Wanna know what I found?
Lying on the ground now.

Maybe it’s just me.
Move along, nothing to see.
Maybe it was all a dream.
But more real than it seemed.


I Stopped Giving A Shit in the 80’s
(Dooley, Terito)
For all the Fellas in the place, just checking out the ladies
I stopped giving a shit in the 80’s
For all the people who feel their lives wasted
I stopped giving a shit in the 80’s
If that’s the way it’s gotta be, I’m like the living dead
They shoulda been more like me. The sharpest tool in the shed
So put your hands in the air, and just face it.
I stopped giving a shit in the 80’s.

Can somebody tell me what the hell I’m looking at?
Is this a puzzle I can’t find the fucking answers at?
Am I Run or DMC chillin on Hollis Ave?
A rubix cube, I watch the tube, wait for the world premier
Family Ties, The Facts of Life, and Mr. Belvedere
Night Court, The Hogan Family, then the Wonder Years
And Doogie Howser, Alf, and Punkie Brewster, gangs all here.
ET, CP3, R2D in 83
Empire striking back my rear projection tv screen
Nintendo, Sega, Ronald Reagan, Watching VHS
Karate Kid, the Fridge, The Niners win the Super Bowl Again
Optimus Prime has got the time, checking his Swatch Watch
Arsenio, For real tho, Video Killed The radio star

December 31, 1989’s the end.
A loud fuck you to all my self-appointed friends..
I’m never giving a shit again…

For all the Fellas in the place, just checking out the ladies
I stopped giving a shit in the 80’s
For all the people who feel their lives wasted
I stopped giving a shit in the 80’s
If that’s the way it’s gotta be, I’m like the living dead
They shoulda been more like me. The sharpest tool in the shed
So put your hands in the air, and just face it.
I stopped giving a shit in the 80’s.

For all the Fellas in the place, just checking out the ladies
I stopped giving a shit in the 80’s
For all the people who feel their lives wasted
I stopped giving a shit in the 80’s
For all the people on crack, just start basing
I stopped giving a shit in the 80’s.
So put your hands in the air, and just face it.
I stopped giving a shit in the 80's.
I stopped giving a shit in the 80's.


God Bless The Light
(Dooley, Terito)
God bless the light and let salvation reign
Across the face of all humanity
Light up the paths we all are traveling
And keep us unafraid of what we see.
I wish that I could be angel of
What you may need to keep you safe above
But what you need now's angels down below
Help ease the pain of what you're going through

Another sore, another scar, reveals to a world of what you are.
If there was something I could do, I would, I promise it's the truth.

My shoulder's far too weak to carry the weight
To feel the burden of all heavens sake.
My back not strong enough to hold it up.
The axis of the earth weighs far too much.
If I could be your atlas, strength unfold
To ease the pain, as much as I could hold.
To wipe your tears and make your hurt subside
God bless you baby, and God bless the light.

All lyrics and music (c) 2012 Family Robot Seizure Show.

Lyrics may NOT be reprinted without permission.

Contact us directly at bcdooley@gmail.com or sam.terito@gmail.com.

God Bless The Light was written in honor of Tripp Roth. He passed away on January 14, 2012, and his story was one of the saddest stories I've ever followed. Please support the fight against Epidermolysis Bullosa, also known as "EB". Give if you can. Pray if you can't. But follow his mommy's blog at http://randycourtneytripproth.blogspot.com.

Thanks, evervbody. For everything.


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