The Callous Daoboys - "Die On Mars" CD (1st edition)
Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album
100 units, 6 panel full color digipacks with 100% recycled flexi-trays.
Includes unlimited streaming of Die On Mars
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The Callous Daoboys - "Die On Mars" CD (2nd edition)
Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album
100 units, 6 panel full color digipacks, complete with beautiful live photography by Stone Fenk (www.stonefenk.com) and made with 100% recycled flexi-trays.
Includes unlimited streaming of Die On Mars
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
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The Callous Daoboys - "Die On Mars" CD (3rd edition)
Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album
100 units, 6 panel full color digipacks with 100% recycled flexi-trays.
Includes unlimited streaming of Die On Mars
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
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The Callous Daoboys - “Die On Mars” 4th edition CD
Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album
100 units: 6 panel digipacks made with 100% recycled materials.
Includes unlimited streaming of Die On Mars
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
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lyrics
I teach guitar
To celebrities like you
Caught up in the flash mob,
Invited to the mall after dark
So while you're miserable at the party, you can kill the navigation
(Witness this)
Let's test this pregnant fear, solicit evidence
Spill it in your purse with the cap off
You're so full of shit,
Writing lines for astronauts
Side story to the sunspot
Shift, sink
Made to suffer, but dead
Bird, at mass
When will it stop
In passing,
7:30 on the clock apostle on deaths door,
7 times 7 times 7 again in the bear trap
Come into alone when you sleep with the fixes
And endorse in your stitches
There’s so much out there that I wish spoke of,
A few more years and a re-issue should clear it up
And I used to think I would hate myself enough to write something memorable in the grand scheme of a guilty plea
But where’s the spark and the sudden singalongs from people that I wished were my friends at the start of this all
I’ve never stuck the wet rag in the electrical socket
Have you blemished this sick game?
Taken away it’s power?
Picture perfect, fresh faced fringe into the other side
(You make me feel like I could love myself
You could give me the whole world tomorrow
I never said you were required to
I never wanted to take up all your time)
Hold off till the day I fly off,
Till the day that I die on mars
Sun
Spot
Recover
Naysayer calls
Naysayers lie
Entomb this art
Let this art die
supported by 100 fans who also own “Die On Mars (Sunspot)”
Quite possibly the most full-on album I've ever listened to. Intense, and then some. 'Digital Tarpit' could describe both the track and the whole album: high-pitched guitar squeals that make your fillings itch coupled with merciless, suffocating heaviness. The Avenell-esque vocals top it off perfectly.
Brilliant - punishing, but brilliant. jim_fuego