Automanic

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New Disaster’s second release, Automanic, was recorded in Georgetown, TX at Island Music Studios by Aaron Kemkaran at the very beginning of 2008.

Automanic features two covers amongst a torrid flurry of original New Disaster blasters. “Emerald”, one of the Disaster boys’ favorite Thin Lizzy tunes, accompanies “Hard Road”, an obscure Stevie Wright rocker, on the album as Disasterfied tributes to the rock hymns of the past. These songs are not available for download here on Bandcamp.

The album offers some of the rowdiest ND material to date, yet is balanced by songs like the Stones-esque swagger-piece called Hindsight’s 20/20 (featuring Erik Larson on guitars and background vocals) and the intense guitar driven closer Bones and Ashes. During these sessions, New Disaster re-recorded “Dead Won’t Die” for the LP.

credits

released 15 September 2009
New Disaster is:
Natchet Taylor - Vox & Guitar
Abel Idle - Guitars
Mark Johnson - Bass
Dave Keel - Drums

Additional musicians:
-Percussion by Rob Williamson
-Guitars and Backup Vocals on "Hindsight's 20/20" by Erik Larson
-Gang Vox by New Disaster and Born to Lose
-Additional Backup Vox by Aaron Kemkaran

-All songs downloaded here on Bandcamp were written by New Disaster.
-Produced by New Disaster and Aaron Kemkaran
-Recorded at Island Music Studios in Georgetown, TX
-Engineered, mixed and mastered by Aaron Kemkaran
-Album Layout & Design by Chris Klinck and New Disaster
-Cover Girls: Aimee Talarski and Lindsay Davenport
-Photos by Jay West

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tags: dirty guitars hard rock heavy loud punk riffs rock rock & roll sleaze Austin

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Track Name: Shotgun Facelift
You know the type of girl.
She comes out after dark.
Blasted and plastered.
Eyes flicker faster.
All a glow with the deadliest spark.

I'm just like you.
Loaded. Wasted.
She's just like you...

With a shotgun facelift,
Always up for fun.
Lemur-like eyes at the front of the stage
About to come undone.
She's a night beast, cocktease, all rolled up in one.
She'll take you out back to the alley
And sally forth the troops to ride on down on you.

Always up for something,
If something's out of line.
Rolling out back with the boys in the band,
This is her time to shine.

I'm just like you.
Loaded. Wasted.
She's just like you...

With a shotgun facelift,
Always up for fun.
Lemur-like eyes in front of the stage
About to come undone.
She's a night beast, cocktease, all rolled up in one.
I don't know where your mind is, baby,
But don't you think you've lost a fucking screw?
Track Name: Automanic
Can't stand up straight.
Feeling drunk, alone late at night,
And I'm drowning in the depths of my own hate.
That's about the time you make your move.
Pants around your knees, open breech like a gun.
Pistol grip 12 turned 21.
And I know she came on my city,
But down on her back, well she ain't so pretty.
Down on the street you can find all your looking for.

What you got for me, love?
I don't need it.
What you got for me, drugs?
I don't need it.
Yeah, I don't want it.
I don't need it.
What you got for me, love?
I don't need it...

...Anymore, anyway, what's the game that you're playing now,
That you're out and about just like a stray yeah?
You show it off cuz, damn, your life's a bore.
Your designs include me and a cheap hotel.
Liquor me up to lick me straight down to hell.
And I know your plan is too risky.
When charm fails to work, you resort to the whiskey.
Hands on the street when you find that you're all alone.

What you got for me, love?
I don't need it.
What you got for me, drugs?
I don't need it.
Yeah, I don't want it.
I don't need it.
What you got for me, love?
I don't need it.
Track Name: Half Past Redemption
I've done some evil and up my sleeve you'll see exactly what I mean.
Trading barbs with the devil.
Long black marks against my name.
Escape the cage by acting tame.
All us sinners look the same.
Just like you.

Lust flavored whiskey.
Fistfights and greed.
Your seven deadly sins don't seem so lethal to me.
We're past redemption (when we're)
Passed out til three.
I envy your fulfilled life when I can't fill the need.

My words are venom and there's malice in them right between the lines.
Oh just look into my eyes.
Do you want to play my game?
Dance with me and feel the flame?
All us devils look the same.
Just like you.

Lust flavored whiskey.
Fistfights and greed.
Your seven deadly sins don't seem so lethal to me.
We're past redemption (when we're)
Passed out til three.
I envy your fulfilled life when I can't fill the need.
Track Name: Full Business
Well it's one for the money.
Two for the show.
Three for the foreplay.
And four for the blow.
Five is for Cytherea never stopping the flow.
Six six six and I'm ready to go.
Seven's for Abel.
Eight is for Cain.
Nine is for the whiskey never killing the pain.
Ten is for me when I'm going insane.
Pull the plug, baby, let me go down the drain.

She's got the fever burning up and chasing skirts all through the night.
Baited breath like alcohol, the noose and tourniquet is getting tight.

She's Business. Full Business.

She's burning up. Why the fuck the not?
It's hard to turn her off when she's already hot.
And hot's the key word when she's picking the lock.
Is she locked and loaded? Yeah she's already cocked.
Where're the bad girls? She's heard of them.
Fever burning up to a hundred and ten.
Lies are all spread like the slick of the skin.
Well she's about to be more trouble than she's ever been in.

She's got the fever, burning up, and pinning skirts up to the wall.
Baited breath like gasoline. It burns and numbs the tongue like alcohol.

She's Business. Full Business,

I can see you falling out and...
Trying to be seen.
Accidentally obscene.
But now your dirt is to the core.
You make me want it more.
You like that little whore?

B-U-S-I-N-E-S-S
Track Name: Turncoat
Deep inside of nowhere.
Sleeping in the streets.
Have you tasted hunger, boy?
Have you felt defeat?
Have you felt the danger
Of hiding in the night?
No, you've always lived a privileged life.
Do you know what it's like?

But you know penetration.
You know penetration.
You know what it's like
To bend over. Well you likes
The penetration.

Can you stop the madness
Creeping in your head?
Or do you pop prescription pills
To find yourself again?
Do you make yourself the hero
In the stories to your friends?
But the pain from getting fucked
Is just the ache from giving in.

But you know penetration.
You know penetration.
You know what it's like
To bend over. Well you likes
The penetration.

So keep on fighting your good fight.
The one that you've already lost.
Cuz it takes heart and grit for this struggle.
You've got to pay whatever the cost.
But arrogance it consumes you.
You're weak, soft, lazy, and fat.
So go blame this on somebody else.
You skittish fucking little twat.

But you know penetration.
You know penetration.
You know what it's like
To bend over. Well you likes
The penetration.

You don't know what pain is like.
You don't know what pain is like.
You know what it's like
To bend over. Well you likes
The penetration.
Track Name: Dead Won't Die
There's no more room in hell!

V.1-
The streets run red with blood tonight.
They won't get me without a fight
To the death. I'll fight til I'm dead.
And surely I'll rise up just like them.
I'm counting shotgun shells.
I feel the rage as I raise this 12 gauge.

They're coming clawing through he door.
They kill. They eat and still want more.

C-
Whoa yeah.
The dead won't die tonight.
Whoa yeah.
They're alive and well.
Whoa yeah.
The dead won't die tonight.
Whoa yeah.
Ring the bells.
There's no more room in hell.

V.2-
I feel my blood begin to slow.
You'd better run away.
Your life is in danger.
Your life is in danger.
You will not know me anymore.
And when we meet again,
I will be a stranger.
I will be a stranger.

I'm coming clawing through he door.
I kill. I eat. I still want more.

C-
Whoa yeah.
I cannot die tonight.
Whoa yeah.
I'm alive and well.
Whoa yeah.
I have died once tonight.
Whoa yeah.
Ring the bells.
There's no more room in hell.
There's no more room in hell.
There's no more room yeah.
There's no more room yeah.

There's no more room in hell.
There's no more room in hell yeah.
There's no more room yeah.
There's no more room in hell.
Track Name: Real Rock Chic
Z3's B3's G25. Tantrums and posturing a diva's disguise.
Stealing our fashion and fashioning lies.
Well you're living it up just like you're on of the guys.
...or one of the girls in your designer clothes.
Keeping it cool and hoping nobody knows
That life passed you by way back when God only knows.
And He does. I heard His son attended one of your shows.

You say I reminded you of you when you were young.
But what would a younger you do with you any different than what I've done?

Everybody loves a has been rock star.
Hey you! You're real rock chic.
Foot in your mouth and a tongue in your cheek.
We want you because you're real rock chic.
We all wanna be real rock chic
Cuz we don't know better. We don't know better.
Acting so tough when your status is weak.
Don't you just love being real rock chic.
We all wanna be just like you.
We can't wait to be just like you.

Nothing's more fun than a psychotic break.
A psycho hip rocker rocking a psycho hip shake.
So just shake it, motherfucker, when you're too old to fake.
And just break up your business when there's no more to take.
So, just cake on the makeup and blacken the gray
And just take up the mantle and the pandering game.
Well you're a rocker at night, yuppie prick in the day.
Well you're the only one who thinks you're anything anyway.

You say I reminded you of you when you were young.
But what would a younger you do with you any different than what I've done?

Everybody loves a has been rock star.
Hey you! You're real rock chic.
Foot in your mouth and a tongue in your cheek.
We want you because you're real rock chic.
We all wanna be real rock chic
Cuz we don't know better. We don't know better.
Ain't done a goddamn thing all week.
Don't you just love being real rock chic.
We all wanna be just like you.
We can't wait to be just like you.
Track Name: Last Ride
Hands holding flowers.
A tear speckles the the eye.
Kids play on the bright manicured lawn
Without a thought as to why.
I could have lived forever.
Or had a little more time.
But living late and cheating death
Is like living a life of crime.

Don't know if I'm going up or I'm going down.
Makes no difference when it's time to go.
All I know is that right now...

Your last ride's always in a Cadillac.
Six men in black throw you in the back.
And your very last mile is ridden in style.
Well your last ride. Your last ride.
Your last ride's always in a Cadillac.
Six men in black throw you in the back.
And your very last mile is ridden in style.
Well, your last ride is always in a Cadillac.

Hell is looking likely.
Cuz Heaven's probably a lie.
in the end, an old pine box
Is the final place I'll lie.
But only if there's after,
Will I be ready to ride.
Rolling true with eight inches under my heels
With Angels fly.

Don't know if I'm going up or I'm going down.
Makes no difference when it's time to go.
All I know is that I've found...

Your last ride's always in a Cadillac.
Six men in black throw you in the back.
And your very last mile is ridden in style.
Well your last ride. Your last ride.
Your last ride's always in a Cadillac.
Six men in black throw you in the back.
And your very last mile is ridden in style.
Well, your last ride is always in a Cadillac.
Track Name: Bottoms of Bottles
V1.
Well, I'm the worst, worse for the wear.
A reckless soul with a careless stare.
Heavy eyes and blackened lungs.
Only one thing gonna get me there.

My new religion is the one I drink.
With hymns accented by the glass' clink.
Make my confession with my head in my hands.
Absolution from the absolute brink.

Pre-Chorus:
I just gotta get a few things under control.
(Tie another one down. Tie another one on.)
Tying up the loose ends is taking its toll.
(Just one more round for the Highway to Gone.)

Chorus.
Bottoms of Bottles.
Keep my eyes outta the past.
Well I can only view my world,
When I'm looking through the glass.
From a bottle in hand,
To a one night stand.
Isn't this much supposed to kill a man?
But it's all I've come to understand,
From the bottoms of bottles.

V2.
I live in filth and therefor live in sin.
I tried to run but here I am again.
An early grave, I rant and I rave,
But Heaven just won't let me in.

I live a lifetime every single night.
And dawn will pale the bottle's holy light.
But the sun'll set and with it regret.
Only one thing gonna get me right.
Track Name: Hindsight's 20/20
Bored in South Austin on a Friday night,
So I went into a liquor store.
Searched through the bottles and cans
Until i put my hands upon the key to the devil's door.
She was just standing there
Just a twisting her hair so I decided to buy one more.
You don't need much money with that paper bag honey
to get up and housed and end up on the floor.

Hindsight's 20/20
But it's a Mad Dog night tonight.
I'd never kiss and tell about this cheap motel
But not because I'm doing you right.
She don't know the regret I'll know
When I wake up to the morning light.
Mad Dog 20/20, oh you ain't never done me right.

We were out on tour in a city du jour
But we didn't have a show that night.
So I just stayed in my room
With my spite and my gloom and the MD 20/20 on ice.
The girl I'd tried to ignore found her way to my door
But now I saw her in a different light.
I think I told her to stay, I think she had me her way
If my repressed memory is serving me right.

Hindsight's 20/20
But it's a Mad Dog night tonight.
I'd never kiss and tell about this cheap motel
But not because I'm doing you right.
She don't know the regret I'll know
When I wake up to the morning light.
Mad Dog 20/20, oh you ain't never done me right.

You get what you pay for.
No, it ain't no good.
But can I live with myself.
Not if I can, but if I should...

This is not meant as a story of glory
Of debauchery and sleaze at its prime.
It's a cautionary tale for those unaware
And for those who wanna give it a try.
Do drink your whiskey and beer even straight everclear
And it might just do you in over time.
But even that ain't as real as the shame that you'll feel
After your long dark dance with a fortified wine.

Hindsight's 20/20
But it's a Mad Dog night tonight.
I'd never kiss and tell about this cheap motel
But not because I'm doing you right.
She don't know the regret I'll know
When I wake up to the morning light.
Mad Dog 20/20, oh you ain't never done me right.
Track Name: Bones and Ashes
I take this pen and ink to the flame.
I write in fire. I changed my name.
I sacrifice. I play the game.
Virtue and vice. Fortune and fame.
It's all I've ever been. These bones and tired skin.
Scarred up and tempered. Charred and forged in fire.

She's got her feet up on the dashboard.
We'll take this corner with the pedal to the gas floored.
Because I'm so scared that in this life there may be nothing more
Than just Rock N' Roll.
Better to die young consumed by the violence
Than suffer the angels in heavenly silence.
Scatter my bones and ashes over Rock N' Roll.

I rule the world but nobody knows.
My insides bleed. My hatred grows.
I masquerade. The emperor's clothes.
My venom leaks through tattered prose.
And when it courses in your veins the poison in.
You might just hear me whispering.

She's got her feet up on the dashboard.
We'll take this corner with the pedal to the gas floored.
Because I'm so scared that in this life there may be nothing more
Than just Rock N' Roll.
Better to die young consumed by the violence
Than suffer the angels in heavenly silence.
Scatter my bones and ashes over Rock N' Roll.

I've sold my soul to become one.
I've embraced hell and lived to run.
When my time comes, I'll be undone.
By spoken flame, whispering gun.
A heavy price I know. But heavier still the blow.
But I'd never take it back. Not now. Not then. Nor ever after.

She's got her feet up on the dashboard.
We'll take this corner with the pedal to the gas floored.
Because I'm so scared that in this life there may be nothing more
Than just Rock N' Roll.
Better to die young consumed by the violence
Than suffer the angels in heavenly silence.
Scatter my bones and ashes over Rock N' Roll.