Last Night Rites

by New Disaster

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Last Night Rites was New Disaster’s debut release. The full-length album was recorded in Austin, TX at the legendary Arlyn Studios and New Disaster’s own recording studio, L.A. Blonde Studios. Kyle Wadge engineered most of the undertaking.

Various versions of this album exist. The first version (around 250 copies) was mixed by Alex McNichols and was reproduced on CDRs. This rare album cover features model Rachel Ehrenberg and included an extra song (“Dead Won’t Die”). The current version was pressed onto CDs, mixed by Andy Johns, and released in Europe by Textone Records/Cargo and everywhere else by New Disaster’s own label, Night on the Town Records.

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released February 24, 2008

New Disaster is:
Natchet Taylor - Vox & Guitars
Abel Idle - Guitars
Mark Johnson - Bass
Rob Williamson - Drums

- All songs written and produced by New Disaster.
- Recorded at Arlyn Studios and L.A. Blonde Studios in Austin, TX.
- Engineered by Kyle Wadge and Natchet Taylor.
- Mixed by Andy Johns at Spiral Studios in Hollywood, CA
- Mastered at Masterpiece Mastering
- Album Artwork and Design by Natchet Taylor
- Live and Group Photos by Jay West

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New Disaster Austin, Texas

Rock-n-roll is about to get blasted by a fabulous New Disaster and the misfits behind the trigger make no apologies for the wreckage.
Exploding from the rubble of some of Austin, TX's most promising young bands, New Disaster arrived in 2005 like a hell bound locomotive from the wrong side of the tracks.

Pure Rock and Roll. Straight up. Because no one really wants to play around.
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Track Name: Cancion De Llello
V.1-
I love you. You love me too, so let's go find something to do.
I got ten plus one in my pants how 'bout you?
I got an eighth in me and I'm ready to...

Roll up quick or we'll wind up deader than dead.
Ringing bullets in my head.
I got an eighth in me and I'm ready to...

Roll out the cash so fast we'll have to pawn everything we own.
Well I know a place where we can be alone.

C-
Whoa.
I got an eighth of cocaine, honey.
Whoa.
I'm so fucking crazy.
Whoa.
I got an eighth of cocaine, honey.
Whoa.
I'm so fucking crazy

V.2-
Here's to the girl with the snake-skins on.
With some snake-tounge talk we'll be rockin' at dawn
And her man might wanna get something on.
I got an eighth in me and I'm ready to...

Rolling in time.
Rolling tonight.
Roll up the line.
Roll up the fight.
Pistols at dawn if not just for spite.
I got an eighth in me and I'm ready to...

Roll out the cash so fast we'll have to pawn everything we own.
Well I know a place where we can be alone.

C-
Whoa.
I got an eighth of cocaine, honey.
Whoa.
I'm so fucking crazy.
Whoa.
I got an eighth of cocaine, honey.
Whoa.
I'm so fucking crazy
Track Name: Better Than Wasted
V.1-
She's my gun.
She's my pistol.
Keep her right on my hip when we're out on the town.
Well, she's chambered.
And I'm loaded.
Dangerous mix when I'm going down.
And it's fun.
Cuz I'm scared now.
Red River gutters on a Saturday night right?
Play it cool.
Stash the booze, love.
Keep it waste down and it'll be alright.

I want something to live for.
Something like this.
I want something that I could die for.
Like your kiss.

It'd be so good if you just looked better...
It'd be so good if you just looked better...
It'd be so good if you just looked better than wasted.

C-
With a head like a hurricane.
In the fast lane.
How did I ever let it get like this?
Murdering all the pain in my veins.
How did I ever choose a life like this?
When you're down on your knees,
In these cold empty streets,
And anyone who's anyone is home and asleep,
But we're still out to meet life, better than wasted.

V.2-
In this city I'm left to thinking.
Missing all those times that I wasn't alone.
Lost my gun.
Now I'm naked.
Saying to myself: Easy come, easy gone.
She's my one.
I was her only
Red River gutter slut Saturday night right?
Didn't take long to find another
Snub nosed pistol and I'm ready to fight.

I want something to live for.
Something like this.
I want something that I could die for.
Like your kiss.

It'd be so good if you just looked better...
It'd be so good if you just looked better...
It'd be so good if you just looked better than wasted.

C-
With a head like a hurricane.
In the fast lane.
How did I ever let it get like this?
Murdering all the pain in my veins.
Why did I ever choose a life like this?
When you're down on your knees,
In these cold empty streets,
And anyone who's anyone is home and asleep,
But we're still out to meet life, better than wasted.

She's wasted.

Wasted.

It'd be so good if you just looked better...
It'd be so good if you just looked better...
It'd be so good if you just looked better than wasted.

C-
With a head like a hurricane.
In the fast lane.
How did I ever let it get like this?
Murdering all the pain in my veins.
How did I ever choose a life like this?
When you're down on your knees,
In these cold empty streets,
And anyone who's anyone is home and asleep,
But we're still out to meet life, better than wasted.

C-
With a head like a hurricane.
In the fast lane.
How did I ever let it get like this?
Murdering all the pain in my veins.
Why did I ever choose a life like this?
When you're down on your knees,
In these cold empty streets,
And anyone who's anyone is home and asleep,
But we're still out to meet life, better than wasted.

Wasted.
Track Name: Virtuous Sin
I got something you'll want.
I got something you need.
I got you'll like to make you bleed.

V.1-
Rolling up aces and dealing back spades.
You're in a long black Caddy with big black shades.
You know you've never felt the feeling like you're feeling tonight.
It's a fright.
Give me your keys tonight
To your hotel room overlooking the park.
Fear of me ain't like your fear of the dark.
In that lonely ass hotel room.
Plus you got some new moves to show me.

C-
Cuz we're rolling.
Rolling.
Rolling on through like a freight train.
Freight train.
Fueled by the venom and high gain.
High gain.
Only way to do it is how we get through it
And when we get to it we're racing.
Racing.
Defined by the level of octane.
Octane.
I'm not crazy but I'm definitely not sane.
Not sane.
Life that I'm in, I'll never win.
Ruled by this virtuous sin.

V.2-
Lipstick smearing up the bed and the walls.
Panicked guests frantically making their calls
To the front desk clerk who knows our room number by heart.
Bottles of booze, speakers vomiting tunes of
The Stones, Stooges, and Born To Lose.
It's not a cry for help you're screaming
When the cops are careening in the room.

C-
Cuz we're rolling.
Rolling.
Rolling on through like a freight train.
Freight train.
Fueled by the venom and high gain.
High gain.
Only way to do it is how we get through it
And when we get to it we're racing.
Racing.
Defined by the level of octane.
Octane.
I'm not crazy but I'm definitely not sane.
Not sane.
Life that I'm in, I'll never win.
Ruled by this virtuous sin

I wanna be your one.
Let's go have some fun.
Just let me get my gun.

C-
Cuz we're rolling.
Rolling.
Rolling on through like a freight train.
Freight train.
Fueled by the venom and high gain.
High gain.
Only way to do it is how we get through it
And when we get to it we're racing.
Racing.
Defined by the level of octane.
Octane.
I'm not crazy but I'm definitely not sane.
Not sane.
Life that I'm in, I'll never win.
Ruled by this virtuous sin
Track Name: Night on the Town
V.1-
Well it's been along time since I've seen you around
And the last time we met, well you were kissing the ground.
Well you thought you're legit but you gave up and quit
When you saw that I was down to go round and round.

Now you're here and it's not clear just what you want to go down here.

But you have a grin
And this may be a sin,
But I'm all in.

Just make a fist and tell me when.

C-
Well you know me,
I'm all down for swinging.
A shot to the face and you'll look to the ceiling.
Ground is appealing.
Bells are ringing.
You just gotta keep fighting me til I'm dead.

V.2-
All you gotta do is just buck up
Just a look in the eye or a slip of the cup.
To start this shit up, just fist up
And lift up your eyes and realize
You just fucked up.

Now you're here and it's not clear just what you want to go down here.

But you have a grin
And this may be a sin,
But I'm all in.

Just make a fist and tell me when.

C-
Well you know me,
I'm all down for swinging.
A shot to the face and you'll look to the ceiling.
Ground is appealing.
Bells are ringing.
You just gotta keep fighting me til I'm dead.
Til I'm dead.
Track Name: The Heist
V.1-
Black mask.
Black flag.
Black glove holding a
Black duffel bag.
Packed with a matte black
Pistol grip 12 gauge mag.
C'mon look me in the eye.

I'm a star.
In kevlar.
Idling V8 getaway car.
You can be easy or let's make it hard.
C'mon look me in the eye.
C'mon look me in the eye.
C'mon look me in the eye.
You can be the first to die.

C-
Kick down the door.
Coming in swinging.
Down on the floor.
That's what I said yeah.
Empty the drawer.
Go and put the money in the bag
And you'll all be alive.
And you'll all be alive.

Kick down the door.
Coming in swinging.
Down on the floor.
That's what I said yeah.
Empty the drawer.
Go and put the money in the bag
And you'll all be alive.
And you'll all be alive.

V.2-
I'm a tank
In this bank.
I got an itchy trigger finger
A head full of crank.
Yeah I'll shank the next person who stares at me blank.
Go on, look me in the eye.

Big gun.
Having fun.
Intuition says you better not run.
It'll be done if you
Pack the back the bag, hon.
But don't look me in the eye.
Don't you look me in the eye.
Don't you look me in the eye.
You could be the first to die.

C-
Kick down the door.
Coming in swinging.
Down on the floor.
That's what I said yeah.
Empty the drawer.
Go and put the money in the bag
And you'll all be alive.
And you'll all be alive.

Kick down the door.
Coming in swinging.
Down on the floor.
That's what I said yeah.
Empty the drawer.
Go and put the money in the bag
And you'll all be alive.
And you'll all be alive.

B-
Who here is the hero?
Who is the zero?
Who is gonna look me in the eye?
Who is gonna be the first to die?

C-
Kick down the door.
Coming in swinging.
Down on the floor.
That's what I said yeah.
Empty the drawer.
Go and put the money in the bag
And you'll all be alive.
And you'll all be alive.

Kick down the door.
Coming in swinging.
Down on the floor.
That's what I said yeah.
Empty the drawer.
Go and put the money in the bag
And you'll all be alive.
And you'll all be alive.
Track Name: Highway To Gone
V.1-
Inhaling amphetamines
In a V8 four-barrel carb machine
And I've been awake for a week
And I wait for no one.
I wait for no one.

The living's easy when you
Live and die young.
We run from the law, but we cling to the gun.
And we pass the streets fast like outcasts
and outlast the sun and moon.
The driveshaft's melted again.

There's just no
There's just no
Replacement for displacement-al
Insanity, yeah.

C-
So grab your shit and hold on tight,
Four on the floor, Five-Oh in sight.
No one can stop us if we keep on running.
Seems like it's never gonna end.
We're fueled by speed, that's how we'll win.
We can't be stopped unless they gun us to the ground.

V.2-
Well I've got two heaters below me underneath the seat,
And I can see 9mm on the casings falling to the street.
Well if it comes to guns, well I could be your one,
And it could be fun. But I'd rather run.
Run Motherfucker run
Motherfucker fucker
Run Motherfucker fucker.
Run. Run. Run. Run. Run.

There's just no
There's just no
Replacement for displacement-al
Insanity, yeah.

C-
So grab your shit and hold on tight,
Four on the floor, Five-Oh in sight.
No one can stop us if we keep on running.
Seems like it's never gonna end.
We're fueled by speed, that's how we'll win.
We can't be stopped unless they gun us to the
Cold-hard-lonely-deperate-hungry-corpse-ridden ground.

B.-
Keep on running.
Police still coming.
This speed is breaking
My heart and I keep taking time
to leave the brake alone
and take this hairpin curve and show
These motherfuckers that to the right
is where the needle's s'posed to lie.

C-
So grab your shit and hold on tight,
Four on the floor, Five-Oh in sight.
No one can stop us if we keep on running.
Seems like it's never gonna end.
We're fueled by speed, that's how we'll win.
We can't be stopped unless they gun us to the ground.

I'm on a
I'm on a
I'm on a
I'm on a
I'm on a
I'm on a
I'm on a highway to gone.
Track Name: Last Night Rites
V.1-
Last night rites right?
Running through your brain.
You're such a pretty little fuck now baby.

You're fucked up
When you're fucking around with cocaine
And all those things that you wish you'd save me.

Last night talking all about suicide.
You cut yourself all up
real pretty like.

Last night rites
Running through your brain
You're such a pretty little fuck, Baby.
Yeah.

C-
What you're on.
Then, I'm gone.
That's what I said.
I'll leave you, yeah.
Better suck my libido.
Yeah.

V.2-
Last night rites right?
Running through your brain.
You're such a pretty little fuck now baby.

You're fucked up
When you're fucking around with cocaine
And all those things that you wish you'd save me.

Last night talking all about suicide.
You cut yourself all up
real pretty like.

Last night rites
Running through your brain
You're such a pretty little fuck, Baby.
Yeah.

C-
What you're on.
Then, I'm gone.
That's what I said.
I'll leave you, yeah.
Better suck my libido.
Yeah.
Track Name: Down Here in Hell
V.1-
Well I'm a sinner
And all the saints
Know exactly what we've been through
And how it tastes.
Down here with the devils
We hide our wings and our names
But we're slowly losing feathers
To the flames.

C-
Down here in hell.
We're all carving out our names.
Down here in hell.
We are willingly in chains.
Down here in hell.
Despite the great divide between us
And the heavenly host in the sky,
We abide where we hide
Down here in hell.

V.2-
These blood and bones
Are misused, disowned
Cuz we got no other place to call out home.
We're fallen angels.
We're lying here and we wait
And we die slow
While we become what we hate.

C-
Down here in hell.
We're all carving out our names.
Down here in hell.
We are willingly in chains.
Down here in hell.
Despite the great divide between us
And the heavenly host in the sky,
We abide where we hide
Down here in hell.
Track Name: L.A. Blonde
V.1-
I am 45 cal, yeah.
Locked and loaded.
Highway driving out west and looking for trouble.
Miles to hit L.A.
West Hollywood.
Got a friend of a friend of a friend who's bringing me over.

Now don't you look so,
How could you look so dressed?
Gotta bad attitude, gets me in the mood,
Well let's get messed up.

C-
L.A. blonde well you're long tall and plastic.
You got your mama's eyes but I wouldn't put you past it.
Well you're looking so fine
But, baby, that's it.
I'll be your Ken Doll, you'll be my trophy wife.

Barbie Doll and the deer in the headlights.
Big eyes, disguise, tell me more of your lies.
I know you know more than me ain't that right?
It's so cold outside. Let's go skiing tonight.

V.2-
From the land of the snakebite.
To Los Angeles at night.
I can't see that the sky is above me so tell me it's there.
Darkness in the alleyway.
Shadows on the freeway.
Could all benefit when you're lit by the light of your hair.

Now don't you look so,
How could you look so dressed?
Gotta bad attitude, gets me in the mood,
Well let's get messed up.

C-
L.A. blonde well you're long, tall, and plastic.
You got your mama's eyes but I wouldn't put you past it.
Well you're looking so fine
But, baby, that's it.
I'll be your Ken Doll, you'll be my trophy wife.

Barbie Doll and the deer in the headlights.
Big eyes, disguise, tell me more of your lies.
I know you know more than me ain't that right?
It's so cold outside. Let's go skiing tonight.

You. You look so damn crazy.
But you. You look so damn fun.
You. You look so damn crazy.
But you. You look so damn fun.

C-
L.A. blonde well you're long, tall, and plastic.
You got your mama's eyes but I wouldn't put you past it.
Well you're looking so fine
But, baby, that's it.
I'll be your Ken Doll, you'll be my trophy wife.

Barbie Doll and the deer in the headlights.
Big eyes, disguise, tell me more of your lies.
I know you know more than me ain't that right?
It's so cold outside. Let's go skiing tonight.