Thae Khali Yoonie Seshunns

by Ross Gilchrist

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Recorded in the summer of 2011 at Caledonian University and produced by Ross Bingham, David Burns (of Marshall Chipped/Roscoe Vacant and the Gantin' Screichs) and myself, Ross Gilchrist. Quick fire, warts and all, recordings of my live arrangements playing during this time.

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released December 21, 2012

Ross Gilchrist - Guitars, voice, mixing and mastering
David Burns- Enjinneering and production
Ross Bingham- Production and administration.
Gill Rockatansky- Art

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Track Name: Our Best Eyes
Well I smoked a bit o' reefer and I drank a glass of wine
And my new found perception found a rejection of the lie
That we come from nothing and just return there when we die and that the universe is lacking in the sacred and divine
Because our best eyes leave us blind
Our best eyes define our blindness, now.

But dear, please, don't go start thinking there's a wizard in the sky,
Or that he sent his only son here just to die
For if we're talking facts B. DeMille is rather lax
But all the Pythons research their tracks
And our best eyes leave us blind.
Our best eyes define our blindness, now.

So, you're free to sit there thinking you're not part of something huge
Yet the space between us is only visually true
And three times a seventh equals twenty one
And something gave us rock and roll to keep our hearts young
Cause five percent of a guess means we know
SWEET. FUCK. ALL.
Track Name: Fucking Awesome Feersum Enjiin
Where we were, Elysian idyllic.
Dormantly tectonic.
Milk and honey, milk and honey pours away,
Promised yet still it's gone.
From green to ruin,
You attempted to bear the cross
I laid us on myself.
And by all accounts,
You had waited long enough.
I guess Godot and me got
Stuck at the bar now!

You thought that you fucked it up,
But only for a week, now!
Oh, what was the catalyst,
For this remiss into this glissando
That our hearts took the the abyss!

And I swear to you I'm so fuckin awesome now!
I'm doing so awesome now! (AM)
No (I) I'm (FUCK!) DOING AWESOME!
This feersum enjiin has been released, been released.
This feersum enjiin's not at peace, not at peace.

Now I could wrap this fucker up in metaphor, (That requires effort, though!)
But wheels fucked up and burning is how I roll, (Or so he'd like to think!)
I guess this one's for the road,
And it's my only little bit of wisdom now,
Cause if I was you I'd have said,
Fuck me too, now baby,

You thought that you fucked it up,
But only for a week, now!
Oh, what was the catalyst,
For this remiss into this glissando
That our hearts took the the abyss!

And I swear to you I'm so fuckin awesome now!
I'm doing so awesome now! (AM)
No (I) I'm (FUCK!) DOING AWESOME!
This feersum enjiin has been released, been released. (Just keep lying, boy! Just keep crying, boy!)
This feersum enjiin's not at peace, not at peace. (Just keep lying, boy! Just keep crying, boy!)
Track Name: The Most Fighting-est Champions
The Most Fighting-est Champions

Everything dies every 65 million years (oh don't you know it does)
And we're long so overdue,
That we better break out the Jäger and grow on a grin
We had a good run!
All of us bar the host had a good one now,
(because we're)
The most decadent, deliberate, bastards to
Set foot on the planet since T-Rex was picking vegans off the floor.
And we did with H-bombs and we did it with style.
We blew holes in the sky and invented mayonnaise,
In a Technicolor parallax filled, beer-o-scopic haze.
Which we...
We did it as James Bond, we did it as Brains
We did it as Solid Snakes with vampire stakes mopping up
Mopping our man juices off the floor,
The cake from our t-shirts and the swill from our troughs

And I'm all for it,
This bouncing up and down
In a universe we don't understand and if we did
(woah), if we did, we simply wouldn't be
The most violent, vile bastards to set foot on the planet since T-Rex was picking vegans off the floor. (woah woah oh)

Volcano's will blow every couple of hundred years
A simple reminder that the universe is out to kill us
So smoke up a bowl and
Celebrate the run
All of us bar the host had a good one now
Cause we're the most decadent....

We're bursting our heads trying to work out this great cosmological dance that is going on beneath and above and all around us.
Wherein each discovery creates it's own offspring to the agonizing bewilderment of its father, over and over again, like a quantum Russian doll
Which will probably continue until our synapses explode in a celestial array of such insurmountable grandeur that the world should turn mad in it's wake
and simply- party on down...

Cause we're the most fighting-est champions of the universe
And we're the most fighting-est champions until we're challenged at all