Split 7" w/ The Shidiots

by The Rackatees

/
00:00
00:00

  • GET THE 7" VINYL

    Randomly colored 7" vinyl! Includes a download code for both sides of the split plus a Rackatees sticker!

    Includes immediate download of 5-track album in your choice of high-quality MP3, FLAC, or just about any other format you could possibly desire.

    Buy Now  $6 USD or more

    ships out within 7 days
    edition of 300  49 remaining
1.
02:31
lyrics
2.
02:09
lyrics

about

The Rackatees:
1. Anthem for the American (Food Service) Worker
2. Brave New Wilderness

The Shidiots:
1. The Great American (Bowel) Movement
2. How Many Drinks?
3. Over the Top

credits

released 10 May 2013
Recorded, mixed & mastered in January 2013 by Doug Decker at Anytime Studios in Omaha, NE.

Written by The Rackatees
Hear The Shidiots side of this record at: theshidiots.bandcamp.com

tags

tags: punk rock Lawrence

license

all rights reserved

feeds

feeds for this album, this artist

about

From a dank basement in a dark corner of the Mid-West come three science experiments gone terribly wrong. Are they man? Are they beast? Are they machine? Perhaps some strange amalgam of all three? No one knows for sure, but these cybernetic chimeras go by a name: The Rackatees! ... more

shows

contact / help

For help with downloads, click here.

For all other inquiries, including help with merch, click here.

Redeem download codes here.

Track Name: Anthem for the American (Food Service) Worker
Black and white rhetoric
Enshrined in feeble minds
The tongues that lick the boots
The blind that lead the blind

Never trust a manager
The whip that’s in his hand
Split the flesh upon the back
Of his brother man

Enamored by philosophies
Of simple arrogance
Mouths watering for hand downs
Delivered with contempt

So never trust a manager
So willing to compete
To become the fist of the
Faceless elite

And speaking of the elite
Moving pieces from their spires
Come join your brothers down here
And be cast into the fire
Track Name: Brave New Wilderness
After the collapse and the chaos that ensues
The world will have the chance to become something new
Those that descend from those who will survive
Will see the dawn break through this hellish twilight

At night we’ll gather around our fires
To get fucked up and sing our songs
The ancient songs of our people
Those that will survive the fall

We’ll wear hand-woven clothes if we wear clothing at all
We’ll live in groups among overgrown crumbling walls
We’ll search for food in a brave new wilderness
We’ll live as free creatures as we were meant to live

And of course there’ll still be violence
We’re animals after all
But we’ll stick to raids and ambushes
No more total fucking war

At night we’ll gather around our fires
To get fucked up and sing our songs
The ancient songs of our people
Held the answers all along
And the body-political
No more bullshit democracies
No nations and no fucking borders
Only tight-knit communities