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BEAK & DESTROY

by The Fucking Eagles

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1.
LET'S GIVE NOTHING A TRY They wanna run YEAH TO RUN like there’s someplace to go They move around MOVE AROUND yeah for what we dunno We’re guzzlin shots, writin plots, DOIN' NOTHIN' RIGHT We’re on a tear, UNROCKIN’ THE ROLL We slow it down to a boozy pace And it buys us the time to get the fuzz of our face and so you knoooooow So if you wanna know Yeah we take it slow if your mama asks why We give nothin’ a try! They wanna run YEAH TO RUN like there’s someplace to go They move around MOVE AROUND yeah for what we dunno We’re guzzlin shots, writin plots, DOIN' NOTHIN' RIGHT We’re on a tear, UNROCKIN’ THE ROLL We perch below in a drunken malaise And it bought us the time to put a smile on yo’ face and so you knoooooow So if you wanna know Yeah we take it slow if your mama asks why We give nothin’ a try! So if you wanna know Yeah we take it slow If your mama asks why We give nothin’ a try Nothin’ – NOTHING Nothin’ – NOTHING Nothin’ – NOTHING A try
2.
MOTHERFUCKER ISLAND WHAM! RAISE IT UP, RAISE YOUR GLASS! SHAKE IT UP BABY, SHAKE YO ASS! MOVE UR MONEY, DIVEST YO ASSETS! BLOW ME A KISS HONEY, BLOW ALL UR CASHES! RAISE UR GLASS HIGH! AND GET HIGH! MAKE A TOAST TO THE GODDAMN SHANGHAI! (MOTHERFUCKER!) RAISE YOUR GLASS HIGH! AND GET HIGH! AND MAKE A TOAST TO THE PIONEER WEST COAST MOTHERFUCKER! DAMN THUNDERBIRD, BIG OL RAPTOR – BIG OL RAPTOR! FLY IN YOUR FACE, FLY IN THE RAFTERS – FLY IN THE RAFTERS! LOOKING BACK AT YOU HONEY, FLYIN AFTER – FLYIN' AFTER! SKI-MASKED FUCKERS IN A BIG BLACK HELICOPTER RAISE UR GLASS HIGH! AND GET HIGH! MAKE A TOAST TO THE GODDAMN SHANGHAI! (MOTHERFUCKER!) RAISE YOUR GLASS HIGH! AND GET HIGH! AND MAKE A TOAST TO THE PIONEER WEST COAST MOTHERFUCKER! I WAS SHAKIN MY ASS!, DÉJÀ VU! SHAKIN MY ASS IN HONOLULUUUUU……SHANGHAI MOTHERFUCKER! MOTHERFUCKER ISLAND MOTHERFUCKER ISLAND MOTHERFUCKER ISLAND MOTHERFUCKER ISLAND
3.
STOP & DRINK IT OVER Everyday, drinking to get sober Tried so hard but, he couldn’t hold her Another jerk at the bar, dark libations! Invitin’ himself to his own cremation Now it’s every night, wishin’ it was over Going over, things he could have told her Hanging over again, a lost November Just another month he, won’t remember so it’s... Shots til’ ya drop with ol’ Stale Crover Shots til’ ya drop with ol’ Stale Crover He’s gonna have to stop and drink it over Gonna have to stop and drink it over Everynight, drinking to get sober Tried so hard but, he couldn’t hold her Another jerk at the bar, dark libations! Invitin' himself to his own cremation Now it’s every day, wishin’ it was over Going over, things he could have told her Hanging over again, he’s got a remedy Stupify, in double malted jeopardy Back to the Top with ol’ Stale Crover Back to the Top with ol’ Stale Crover He’s gonna have to stop and drink it over Gonna have to stop and drink it over No matter baby, he’s through Now the only color’s true blue No matter baby, he’s through Now the only color’s true blue So it shots til’ ya drop with ol’ Stale Crover, without you Gonna have to stop and drink it over, with you Shots til’ ya drop with ol’ Stale Crover, without you Gonna have to stop and drink it over, with you
4.
I FEEL SO BAD (by Jackie Edwards) My baby My baby you've gone away and left me You've gone away and left me Left me alone, for somebody else And now I feel so sad I've done it all because of you girl I don't know what I'm gonna do girl Now that you've gone to somebody else Oh yeah - makes me feel so bad I feel so bad yeah – yeah yeah I feel so sad now – yeah yeah I loved you baby from the very start You vowed you wouldn't break my heart But now you left me all alone to cry But I still wanna love ya til' the day I die Oh why Because my baby My baby’s gone away and left me, You've gone away and left me Left me alone for somebody else Oh yeah - makes me feel so sad I feel so sad yeah – yeah yeah I feel so bad now – yeah yeah I feel so sad yeah – yeah yeah You left me alone, for somebody else
5.
Not sleepin’ Not breathin’ Head is reelin’ Oh it’s so messed up girl Blood splatters Doesn’t matter C’mon baby Don’t wanna die alone Not feelin’ Not dealin’ Dead dreamin’ Oh it’s so messed up girl Mind chatters Too much clatter Tell me baby When are you comin’ home? And late at night I lie paralyzed Every heart grows cold Not feelin’ Not dealin’ Heart’s bleedin’ Oh it’s so messed up girl Sleep talkin’ Night stalkin’ Dead walkin’ Oh it’s so messed up girl Brains addle Drums rattle EVERY HEART GROWS COLD Guitars battle Oh it’s so messed up girl Mind chatters Too much clatter Tell me baby When are you comin’ home? And late at night I lie paralyzed Every heart grows cold And late at night I lie paralyzed Every heart grows Every heart grows Every heart grows cold
6.
THERE'S SOMETHING WRONG WITH ME GIRL Ooh ooh there’s something wrong with me girl Never gonna live in the real world, live in the real world Oh babe there’s something wrong with me now Never gonna love again anyhow Ooh ooh there’s something wrong with me girl Never gonna live in the real world Oh babe there’s something wrong with me now Never gonna love again anyhow Since you gone, all this lonely heartache My heart pounds, oh babe the earth quakes Went to see a man aboutta had a heart attack He said boy dontchoo ever look back Ooh ooh there’s something wrong with me girl Never gonna live in the real world Oh babe there’s something wrong with me now Never gonna Try to wade in this sea of sorrow All the love I had to steal and borrow honey Swing to hit but only got the misses I can’t lose the cold from all your hollow kisses baby Ooh ooh there’s something wrong with me girl Never gonna live in the real world Oh babe there’s something wrong with me now Never gonna Ooh ooh there’s something wrong with me girl Never gonna live in the real world Oh babe there’s something wrong with me now Never gonna love again anyhow Oh Oh there’s something wrong with me girl Never gonna live in the real world Oh babe there’s something wrong with me now Never gonna, love!
7.
In The Drink 04:29
We’re! In the drink! We’re! In the drink! Don’t! Wanna think! No more! We’re! In the drink tonight! Let’s go! Alright, alright Gonna hang tight, hang tight Babe we’re knockin at yo' door Untied, tonight Gonna be alright, alright Puttin' four on the floor We got yo' name Can’t run for cover Gotta plan tonight to put us under Let’s take a ride Do as we please Bring this town down to it’s knees And if you find us Face in the gutter Turn us over man, like a brother We can’t believe Who wouldn’t wanna? Hearts as big as Mr. G. Kotter’s We can’t fa fa fa baby on our own Can’t rama lama to a dialtone, oh no no no! Oh no no no! Ya can’t do the Popeye on the phone Can’t do the Waddle girl all…ah..lone! All alone! We call you once, ONCE! Call you twice, TWICE! Call you three times on the tele…..phooonne! (It just keeps ringing baby!) (That’s right! That’s right!) Let’s go! IN THE DRINK We’re! In the drink! We’re! In the drink! Don’t! Wanna think! No more! We’re! In the drink, tonight! Call you girl, on the telephone How is it girl, ur never at home? Another call, another dialtone I get the feelin ur not alone…. Alone.... Ah-lone.... We’re! In the drink! We’re! In the drink! We’re! In the drink! We’re! In the drink!
8.
PEOPLE IN THE WOODS Just the other day, they saw you living in a tent Just the other day, just the other day, they took you in, and paid the rent But it’s keeping you, keeping you, keeping you so contained Keeping you, from hopping out on that train Forget about the couldn’ts and the coulds Forget about the luxury goods But don’t forget about the people - living in the woods In the woods, in the woods People living in the woods In the woods, in the woods People living in the woods In the woods, in the woods People living in the woods In the woods, in the woods, in the woods, in the woods Vagabond life ain’t romantic, but it’s real Ain’t no tramp jamboree around a campfire singing in a field Keeping good people, people, from living outside Fighting to fed and punked up, and get dry Forget about the couldn’ts and the coulds Forget about the luxury goods But don’t forget about the people - living in the woods In the woods, in the woods People living in the woods In the woods, in the woods People living in the woods In the woods, in the woods People living in the woods In the woods, in the woods, in the woods, in the woods Thousands of people living in tents Thousands of people can’t pay the rent Sleeping outside, ain’t no jamboree But it’s a livin’, it’s a life, and it’s free
9.
JOEY HEADBUTT Never gonna fully get away Hangin at the 'Goos everyday Keep an eye on your 45s! Dirty deeds to stay alive, T-Town knows.. Never gonna fully get away - and now you know Hangin’ at The 'Goos everyday - to sco' that blow Keep an eye on your 45s - don’t wind him up Dirty deeds to stay alive - T-Town erupts My friends, the only ones that GET IT Vike party stunts from Joey HEADBUTT Dancin' on the edge of a knife All the ghosts creepin' in the night S.O.S. or D.O.A.! Never gonna get away, From this town.. Dancin' on the edge of a knife – and now you know All the ghosts creepin' in the night – to sco' that blow S.O.S. or D.O.A.! – don’t wind him up Never gonna get away – T-Town erupts My friends, the only ones that GET IT Bon Wheelie says to HIT AND QUIT IT 'Vike party stunts from Joey HEADBUTT Push to shove your buds, and then NOW WHAT One step over the line He’ll do you in and do the time You can’t wipe that teardrop from his eye… My friends, the only ones that GET IT Bon Wheelie says to HIT AND QUIT IT Vike party stunts from Joey HEADBUTT Push to shove your buds, and then NOW WHAT One step over the line He’ll do you in and do the time You can’t wipe that teardrop from his eye…
10.
HARDCORE AMORE That’s how this city rolls! Friends fall like dominoes! Face down and comatose! Everybody knows it’s Hardcore Amore You’ve been my baby It’s been so crazy Our love is on the ropes And growing cold My sweet lady We’ve grown so lazy Our love is losing hope We’re letting go That’s how our lovin’ goes! This everybody knows! Wine soaked bagga bones! Everybody knows it’s Hardcore Amore Down our throats – that’s where the money goes! Drown our dreams – friends fall like dominoes! Numb our hearts – face down and comatose! Everybody’s numb it’s Hardcore Amore You’ve been my baby It’s been so crazy Our love is on the ropes And dying slow And so you’ll come around With your paper crown With new dreams to drown But no hand to hold That’s how our lovin’ goes! This everybody knows! Wine soaked bagga bones! Everybody knows it’s Hardcore Amore Drink it dry – that’s where the money goes! Drown our dreams – friends fall like dominoes! Numb our hearts – slung high and down our throats! Everybody’s numb it’s Hardcore Amore Amore AMORE! Hardcore
11.
FRAGILE CHILD (by The Gollywogs) I knew a pretty little girl With no love to give (I wouldn’t do that, I wouldn’t do that) So I followed her home Just to see where she lives (I wouldn’t do that, I wouldn’t do that) I walked right up And I knocked on her door (I wouldn’t do that, I wouldn’t do that) So I asked her for a date Could I see you some more (I wouldn’t do that, I wouldn’t do that) Cause she's a fragile child Yeah she's a fragile child Oh she's a fragile child You better leave her alone I took her out on the town Just to have a little fun (I wouldn’t do that, I wouldn’t do that) But it wasn't very long I found that she's the same one (I wouldn’t do that, I wouldn’t do that) I thought I'd push my luck And I held her hand (I wouldn’t do that, I wouldn’t do that) She told me ever so polite Go and see her old man (I wouldn’t do that, I wouldn’t do that) Cause she's a fragile child Yeah she's a fragile child Oh she's a fragile child You better leave her alone
12.
I GOTTA GO NOW (by Rex Garvin) I gotta go now, go ahead I don’t need to slow down, go ahead I gotta go now, go ahead I don’t need to slow down, go ahead And now I’m stupid on the floor (uh uh huh) Yeah, honey gotta drink some more (uh uh huh) Yeah, drink it ‘til it makes her sick (uh uh huh) And then all hands on dick (uh uh huh) And then I drive right into the bar (uh uh huh) And then I push it just a little too far (uh uh huh) He said you, YOU, you gotta go! (uh uh huh) And then he shoo me shoo me right out the door (uh uh huh) I gotta go now, go ahead I don’t need to slow down, go ahead I gotta go now, go ahead I don’t need to slow down, go ahead Hit it! Let it snow now, sugar Don’t quit it! Why me? And now I’m stupid on the floor (uh uh huh) Yeah, honey gotta drink some more (uh uh huh) Yeah, drink it ‘til it makes her sick (uh uh huh) And then all hands on dick (uh uh huh) I gotta go now, go ahead I don’t need to slow down, go ahead I gotta go now, go ahead I don’t need to slow down, go ahead Hit it! Let it snow now, sugar Don’t quit it! Why me?
13.
LENGTH OF PIPE (by Dan Melchior) You don’t know that woman the way I do You don’t know the hell that she put me through She had me running everywhere just like a broke dick dog (and) She had me sleeping in a hollow log (and) You don’t know that woman the way I do You don’t know that woman the way I do She beat my heart ‘til it was black and blue She done brought me so much bad luck (and) I didn’t know which way is up (and) You don’t know that woman the way I do You don’t know that woman the way I do I’m telling you (ooh ooh) ain’t got a clue She had to beat me in the morning with a length of pipe (and) She never stopped a beating ‘til the dead of night (and) You don’t know that woman the way I do The way I do Yeah, the way I do! The way I do! Yeah, the way I do! Yeah, the way I do! Yeah the way I do! Yeah the way I do! Yeah the way I do! Do! Do! Do! Do!
14.
Fine Time 02:41
FINE TIME It’s a fine time baby All the world’s gone crazy I ain’t running back to you My heart stops beating Your love was fleeting There ain’t nothin’ I can do Get it on, get along No love is in those eyes No truth, all lies It’s time I realized Get it on, get along No love is in those eyes No truth, all lies It’s time I realized, OH! Rob Wright said I gotta use my head To try and find what’s true Gotta shake loose Of that pretty noose So it’s NOMEANSNO to you Get it on, get along No love is in those eyes No truth, all lies It’s time I realized Get it on, get along No love is in those eyes No truth, all lies It’s time I realized, OH! It’s a fine time baby All the world’s gone crazy I ain’t running back to you My heart stops beating Your love was fleeting There ain’t nothin’ I can do Get it… …..on, get along No love is in those eyes No truth, all lies It’s time I realized Get it on, get along No love is in those eyes No truth, all lies It’s time I realized, OH!
15.
Malady 03:48
MALADY Malady, how has this come to be my love This heart of mine, ripped ripe to drip from vines above Snakes collude, and loose what wolves we had at bay Another midnight sour, strips sick the waning light from day We’re getting high on electric Another falsified non-metric All the stars align un-symmetric And it all implodes We’re getting high on electric Another falsified non-metric All the stars align un-symmetric And it all implodes Malady, how has this come to be again This heart of mine, ripped ripe to drip it never ends Wolves conspire, to hunt what snakes had slipped away A final midnight sour, we’re on our knees but never pray We’re getting high on electric Another falsified non-metric All the stars align un-symmetric And it all implodes We’re getting high on electric Another falsified non-metric All the stars align un-symetric And it all implodes We’re getting high on electric Another falsified non-metric All the stars align un-symmetric And it all implodes We’re getting high on electric Another falsified non-metric All the stars align un-symetric And it all implodes
16.
SUICIDE SUMMER Bye bye, she said tally ho Go go, to the railroad Lie lie, down on your back Die die, on the train track Time to get all wasted, and rise up Time to get arrested and fall down Another ghost in this ghost town Another toast to one more down Not another suicide summer now Not another suicide summer now Not another one-armed drummer All the girls holler at another All in all couldn’t be more funner nooooow Not another suicide summer now Not another suicide summer now Not another one-armed drummer All the girls holler at another All in all couldn’t be more funner nooooow Not another suicide summer Not another suicide summer Not another suicide summer Not another suicide summer
17.
UNNATURAL ANIMAL LITTLE DOLL, I CAN HEAR YOU CALLIN' STARTS ME UP, MY SKIN TO CRAWLIN' YOU’LL ALWAYS BE MISUNDERSTANDABLE LITTLE DARLIN, I CAN SEE U STALKIN DON’T YOU KNOW, UR FRIENDS BEEN TALKIN' HONEY UR TOXIC BABE, UNNATURAL ANIMAL SO DIE DIE, DIE DIE MY DARLIN DEAD DROVE ME BABY, DROVE ME OUTTA MY HEAD TIME TO PUT THIS STUPID MESS TO BED HAVE YOU HEARD A SINGLE WORD I’VE SAID…? UNNATURAL ANIMAL! UR NOT A ROCKA, UR NOT A ROLLA UR LIES ARE SO OUTTA CONTROLLA ALIENATE, UR ON THE OUTSIDE NOW SO, SO LONG GIRL, GET OUTTA MY WORLD SHOULDA PUT THIS SWINE BEFORE YO PEARLS IT’S OVER BABE, HEAR THE GUITARS PLAY NOW...SOLO! SO DIE DIE, DIE DIE MY DARLIN' DEAD DROVE ME BABY, DROVE ME OUTTA MY HEAD TIME TO PUT THIS STUPID MESS TO BED HAVE YOU HEARD A SINGLE WORD I’VE SAID…? UNNATURAL ANIMAL!
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Ya Slippin' 03:25
YA SLIPPIN’ Ya slippin’ Yeah yeah ya slippin’ Yeah boy ya slippin’ Ur a lonely, lonely song Ya breakin’ up man, lost your throne well There’s only one way, left to go What can and was will, won’t be known yeah Ur a lonely, lonely song Ya breakin’ up man, lost your throne well There’s only one way…. left to go What can and was will, won’t be known yeah U can take the high road, outta town U can take the low road, underground It’s all the same load, weighin’ ya down They’re on your trail boy I can, hear the hounds! Hounds hounds hounds hounds hounds! Ya slippin’ Yeah yeah ya slippin’ Yeah boy ya slippin’ Clock is ticking, won’t be long Ya gonna step out, end this song cuz A shattered crown rests, on your hairs Ya second guessing, your own cares yeah Clock is ticking, won’t be long Ya gonna step out, end this song cuz A shattered crown rests, on your hairs Ya second guessing, your own cares well You can the high road, outta town You can take the low road, downward bound They caught ur scent boy, hear the hounds? It’s all the same boy this weight, brings ya down.. Down down down down down! Down down down down down! Ya slippin’ Yeah yeah ya slippin’ Yeah boy ya slippin’ (I’m slippin’ too)
19.
BEAK & DESTROY! Beak and destroy Forgotten boys, now baby! Suck out the joy Hang it all, out to dry Beak and destroy Forgotten noise, now baby! Strip out the joy Start it up, time to fly A doomed arrangement Stale and trancendant Don’t give a fuck where that eagle flies Lights out for the rock and roll That dirty gold takes it’s toll Kaw power is sure to come runnin’ to you So beak and destroy Forgotten boys, now baby! Suck out the joy Hang it all, out to dry Beak and destroy Forgotten noise, now baby! Strip out the joy Hang it up, time to die Some new derangement (will) Crawl from the basement (so) Don’t shed a tear when that eagle dies So start your engines And scream for vengeance Bend hell for leather and drink it dry So start your engines And scream for vengeance Bend hell for leather now it’s time to die Lights out for the rock and roll That dirty gold takes it’s toll Don’t give a fuck where that eagle flies

about

“The Fucking Eagles are bad boys with hearts of gold, flip-flopping between rowdy and righteous. Often compared to the Oblivians, the raucous quartet is a distinct breed, employing strutting lyrical antics and infectious, lo-fi guitar chords.” – SPIN

“The Fucking Eagles rock the way anyone who uses the F-word as an adjective in their name should. Unpretentious, with loud guitar parts and choruses you want to sing along and drink cheap beer to. One of the best rock bands in the Northwest, they are always one of the most consistent and entertaining rock bands around and never fail to deliver an excellent set.” – Three Imaginary Girls

“Rowdy garage rock throwbacks The Fucking Eagles put on one hell of a show – gritty, sweaty, often profane dance-punk infused with Detroit-style soul and the occasional unabashed Etta James or Gino Washington cover thrown in. With a distinctly lo-fi sound and an unrivaled swagger, these Tacoma boys have taken the Seattle scene by storm...besides having the best band name of all time...The Fucking Eagles take inspiration from crude Detroit-style R&B and cruder Memphis-style garage punk, delivered with a blunt savagery only experience and alcohol can provide.” – Seattle Sound Magazine

“Like their peers in Asheville’s Reigning Sound, Tacoma’s Fucking Eagles have garage rock down pat. From the rousing multi-vocal harmonies to the rowdy, fuzzed-out guitar work to pounding toms... The Fucking Eagles’ sound seems to originate from that genre’s heyday rather than from this decade. Dudes knock out covers and originals with equal aplomb, and if their live show is half as good as their recorded material, tonight will be well worth the price of admission. Maybe there’s something in Tacoma’s water that facilitates great garage rock.” – The Stranger

credits

released November 30, 2018

Recorded in Seattle, WA USA at Studio Litho and Crackle & Pop!
Produced by Johnny Sangster and The Fucking Eagles
Engineered by Johnny Sangster, Rachel Field, and Chris Coyle
Mixed at Crackle & Pop! by Johnny Sangster
Mastered by Rachel Field at Resonant Mastering, Seattle WA

Owen Atkins: Vox, Guitar, Group Vox
Stu Linkert: Drums, Vox, Guitar, Group Vocals, Percussions
Greg Rodriguez: Harmonica, Vox, Group Vox
Alex Hosea: Bass, Group Vox
Sean Lanksbury: Guitar, Group Vox

Guests:
Kurt Bloch: Group Vox
Leslie Beattie: Group Vox
Scott Sutherland: Group Vox
Chris Coyle: Group Vox
Joel Cuplin: Saxophone
Johnny Sangster: Piano

All songs by The Fucking Eagles, except Feel So Bad (Jackie Edwards), Fragile Child (The Gollywogs), I Gotta Go Now (Rex Garvin), and Length Of Pipe (Dan Melchior)

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