Yucca Mountain

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1.
03:06
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2.
02:48
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3.
03:34
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4.
00:57
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5.
03:55
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6.
02:51
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7.
01:55
8.
03:22
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9.
03:12
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10.
01:55
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11.
02:40
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12.
01:53
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13.
02:59
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14.
03:07
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15.
03:57
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16.
03:40
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released December 27, 2019

All songs written and recorded by Mason Shelby and Paul Tsiaperas.
Brian Moran played drums on tracks 2, 3, 4, 5, 7, 8, 11, and 16.
Baritone saxophone by Madeline Billhimer on tracks 12 and 14.
Kevin Kingsley co-wrote and played guitars on track 11. Live
percussion recorded by Benjamin Schurr. All songs mastered
by Peter Bonaventure. Album art by Catscan!

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CATSCAN! is an electronic rock band based out of Washington, DC. Family owned and operated since 2000.

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Track Name: Stickup
Alright
Everybody listen up
THIS IS A STICKUP
This isn’t a joke
It’s not a fucking song
THIS IS A STICKUP
Give us all your cash, your watches, and jewelry
You: get your hands up!
Reach for the sky and keep them held high
Hands where we can see them and no one has to die

This is not a concert and we are not a band
We’ve been planning this for decades and now we show our hand
We never got a drummer, it’s a 50/50 split
The music’s pre-recorded, we’re not playing shit
You should’ve joined our mailing list
You should’ve bought a shirt
But you fucked up, give us your stuff and no one will get hurt
In the music business, this is how it goes if you want to make a decent profit at your shows

Alright
Everybody shut up
THIS IS A STICK UP
Where’s my money?
You think I’m being funny?
THIS IS A STICK UP
Don’t call the fucking cops
Don’t try to be a hero
You: stop crying!
I’ll bash you in the face with my motherfucking bass
If any of you sons of bitches try to leave this place

This is not a concert and we are not a band
We’ve been planning this for decades and now we show our hand
We never got a drummer, it’s a 50/50 split
The music’s pre-recorded, we’re not playing shit
You should’ve joined our mailing list
You should’ve bought a shirt
But you fucked up, give us your stuff and no one will get hurt
In the music business, this is how it goes if you want to make a decent profit at your shows
Track Name: This Adventure is Happening
I took the day off and we're sticking to the plan
I can't come to the phone right now
I left a sticky with instructions on the fridge
I gotta swing by the house and grab my amulet

You've got obligations
(THIS ADVENTURE'S HAPPENIN’)
What's your explanation?
(THIS ADVENTURE'S HAPPENING)
I'm starting to lose my patience.
(THIS ADVENTURE'S HAPPENING)

The idol burns with an ominous light
Tuck it in your cloak, friend, keep it out of sight
A wizard will appraise it and trade it for a map
Written in a language only spoken in the past

Can you fathom the fathoms deep in the caverns?
Do you insist this abyss is amiss?
Do you gape at the gaping great grotto?
Or itch to pitch right into the ditch?

You've got obligations
(THIS ADVENTURE'S HAPPENING)
What's your explanation?
(THIS ADVENTURE'S HAPPENING)
I'm starting to lose my patience.
(THIS ADVENTURE'S HAPPENING)

Steel meets skull with a sickening crack
The Mangeler's bones turn back into stones
The water recedes and a path is revealed
The Serpent Lord's treasure horde is yours

You've got obligations
(THIS ADVENTURE'S HAPPENING)
What's your explanation?
(THIS ADVENTURE'S HAPPENING)
I'm starting to lose my patience.
(THIS ADVENTURE'S HAPPENING)

You open your door to that old familiar smell
Your apartment looks pretty much as you left it
452 work related emails
Here's my phone charger, where's my amulet?
Track Name: Skulls
Across a sea of bobbing heads
And waves of intertwining forms
You caught my eye, I thought I'd die
Instead we danced into the night
You looked up into my eyes
But I saw inside, to my surprise…

It's a skull
And I'm reeling
Unappealing
To behold

It's a skull
We're concealing
I'm revealing
It's a skull

When you grin I see a flash of what hides within your skin
When you lay your head upon my chest I feel what lies beneath the flesh
A brain-protecting carapace
I may need to see a therapist

It's a skull
And I'm reeling
Unappealing
To behold

It's a skull
We're concealing
I'm revealing
It's a skull

It's a skull
And I'm reeling
Unappealing
To behold

It's a skull
We're concealing
I'm revealing
It's a skull
Track Name: Cakey Cakey
I like cake and ice cream ice cream
I like cake and coffee coffee
I like cake and mustard mustard
I like cake and cherry pudding

You made me a cake and now I’m
Happy Happy
I ate so much cake now I’m a
Fatty Fatty
Finger down my throat and now I’m gonna
Pukey Pukey

Happy Happy
Fatty Fatty
Pukey Pukey
Happy Happy

I like cake and iceberg lettuce
I like cake and orange apples
I like cake and chocolate Poptarts
I like cake and Melt Banana

You made me a cake and now I’m
Happy Happy
I ate so much cake now I’m a
Fatty Fatty
Finger down my throat and now I’m gonna
Pukey Pukey

Happy Happy
Fatty Fatty
Pukey Pukey
Happy Happy
Track Name: Non Sequitur
Six thousand years ago
The world was nothing like the one we know
There were no planes or trains or even cars
We rode the backs of dinosaurs

Way back, when Earth was young
We lived among
Those noble beasts
We lived in peace with dinosaurs

Behemoth and Leviathan and the Dragons
They roamed the fields, for real, and it was very good

Found them and gave them names
And made them tame
It was a paradise of man and dinosaur

Lord, give me a home
Where the brontosaurus roam
Lord, please close my mind
To science the bane of mankind

Way back, when Earth was young
We lived among
Those noble beasts
We lived in peace with dinosaurs

Behemoth and Leviathan and the Dragons
They roamed the fields, for real, and it was very good

Found them and gave them names
And made them tame
It was a paradise of man and dinosaur

You know it says in the book of Rachel that,
“Jesus rode a velociraptor at the right hand of GOD.”

Way back, when Earth was young
We lived among
Those noble beasts
We lived in peace with dinosaurs

Behemoth and Leviathan and the Dragons
They roamed the fields, for real, and it was very good

Found them and gave them names
And made them tame
It was a paradise of man and dinosaur
Track Name: Space Lazor
Driving past the Space Lazor
Take my eyes off the road
Staring up at the beam
I’m drawn to the glow

Slamming into the Space Lazor
With my eyes off the road
I float up to the beam
Drawing me to the glow
Track Name: Graveyard Shifters
Eyes half shut
Trudging through another night
Their payslips cut
Making just enough to eat

Look at the bags beneath their eyes
Look at the sad little tortured smiles
Always trying to justify why they work so late

And they slowly drag their feet behind
Always looking toward quitting time
And they grumble so inaudibly
As they congregate again

Stupid hat
Forced to wear, they need to go home
Feed the cat
She's looking quite emaciated

Look at the messes in their houses
Most of them have left their spouses
Always trying to...
Delay their chores to later days

Now they crawl in bed at 4 a.m.
Never waking up again
Their breathing stops
Their souls leave them
And drift away

At dawn they rise once again
(A dawn they rise once again)
Open their eyes once again
(Open their eyes once again)
Arms stretched out they leave their rooms
Forgetting to lock their doors

They fill the streets
People screaming when they see them
Now they feast
On the warm flesh of the living

Look how much the horde has grown
Listen to their horrid moans
Never gonna work again
As they congregate again

Their broken souls and broken bones
Rampaging suburban homes
They smashed the lights and cut the phones
They'll never work again
Track Name: Maybe Next Year
I am clipping my nails like a shark
Since they removed all my bite and my bark
In my dream I’m alone in the dark
Repeatedly missing the mark

Like a child or an elf
(Like a child or an elf)
Put it back upon the shelf
(Put it back upon the shelf)
And I promise to myself
(And I promise)
Maybe next year
Maybe next year
Maybe next year
Maybe next year

I am writing it down in a book
At which all are forbidden to look
Protected from the eye of a crook
I will hide it away in my nook

Like a child or an elf
(Like a child or an elf)
Put it back upon the shelf
(Put it back upon the shelf)
And I promise to myself
(And I promise)
Maybe next year
Maybe next year
Maybe next year
Maybe next year

Maybe next year
Maybe then
Maybe we will try again…

Like a child or an elf
(Like a child or an elf)
Put it back upon the shelf
(Put it back upon the shelf)
And I promise to myself
(And I promise)
Maybe next year
Maybe next year
Maybe next year
Maybe next year
Track Name: ASR-8
Aural Simulation Robot 8
I write songs that aren’t that great
Little pixels do my deeds
Big singer boy
Click, I happy
Track Name: Coronation of the Damned
Please accept this formal invitation
Join us for a regal celebration
Take a seat among the congregation
Witness our majestic coronation
Of the damned

See the queen’s contemptible contortions
It’s time for her perennial abortion
Carry on the screaming and the torture
So say we, her majesty’s consortium and a portion
Of the damned
We are the damned

Every bastard come along
Point your fingers, ring the gong
Doesn’t matter if we’re wrong
Never stop singing this song

Finally unleash a culminated century of unrelenting hatred
Aim it at the traitors and the jaded
So say we, the sated and the nevermore berated
Of the damned

We are the damned
We are the damned
We are the damned
We are the damned
We are the damned
We are the damned
Track Name: Context Clues
You know what I'm getting into
It'd be cool if I did too

I was so moved by your presentation
I missed the part where you told me what to do

This stack of bills gives me chills
And I don't know why
Here comes a man, is this the plan?
How do I comply?

Heart racing
I'm pacing
My mind is now retracing

I acted
Undistracted
And now it's all redacted

Lookin for those context clues
Does this street look familiar
does my brain just want it to

Hit me with some context clues
Don't know who what where or why
So I guess a when will have to do

I think I know why he looks familiar
I have that same shirt in my closet at home

He wears it better with his gun in its holster
while he mutters in a confidential tone

What’s his name, what’s his game
What’s he playing at
And what’s the deal with those red dots on his hat

There’s shooting
I’m scooting
Were he and I cahootin'
The crime scene
Behind me
The cops will never find me

Lookin for those context clues
Is my mission accomplished
Did I do what I’m supposed to do

Gotta work with context clues
If I listened to instructions
Then I probably wouldn’t have to
Track Name: When Your Pet Ghost Died
If I fed you rotten meat
Would you eat?
Would you eat?
If I gave you tainted steak
Would you partake?
Would you partake?
And if I said it’s human flesh
Would you protest?
Would you detest?
And if I made you choke it down
Would you drown?
Would you drown?

Your hand is not a pizza cutter
My skin is not a blanket
I know how hard you sighed
When your pet ghost died...

You were never nice to me
How could you be?
How could you be?
And I was never mad with you
That much was true!
That much was true!
We were so good together
Birds and feathers, clouds and
Whether or not you tried to finish me,
That greatly agitated me...

My head is not a tumbleweed
Your shoes were meant for kicking
I know how hard you cried
When your pet ghost died...
Track Name: I H8 NY
Days
Dazed
Coffee
The city lies awake

The World’s Fair
The world is unfair
Flushing
Meadows down the drain

No more couches
No more sessions
A carousel
Of regression
Tower of hate
In the Vampire State

Lincoln Tunneled through my skull
The Queensboro's a perfect Hole
They've raised the fare upon my soul
And now I cannot pay the toll

When a shoe becomes a train becomes a bus becomes a duck
When you duck because a plane became a flame became a flag
That flag became a rag to wipe
The blood spilled on the rug
They're yelling chug they're yelling chug they're yelling gun they're yelling gun so run so run
Track Name: Susan DeWolfe
It looks like you’re dreaming again
Can you taste
The taste of the sweets and the sours
All around
You know this can’t be right
Will you take a bite

Susan DeWolfe
Susan DeWolfe
Susan DeWolfe
255-3520

It looks like you’re sleeping again
Can you see
The sight of the spots and the stripes
On the ground
You say to yourself
This isn’t real
You ask of yourself
What’s this I feel

Something seems so wrong
Could it be this song?

Susan DeWolfe
Susan DeWolfe
Susan DeWolfe
255-3520

You think you’re in slumber again
Will you feel
The feeling that builds up inside

Susan DeWolfe
Susan DeWolfe
Susan DeWolfe
255-3520
Track Name: Yucca Mountain Theme
A grand parade, a motorcade
Our convoy of uranic waste
Hauled through the streets of Henderson
It's 90 miles to Yucca Mountain
The flags are raised, the marshal waves
The town's aglow, the marching band plays
The passersby appear to cry
Their words unheard, they're waving goodbye

Welcome to Yucca Mountain
a place for transuranic waste
let's bury all our problems
so we don't ever have to face
the toxic runoff of the human race
Come down to Yucca Mountain
This is what we are suited for
3,000 feet of peace of mind
You need not worry anymore

A marvel of geology
A strict and strong containment policy
We found when digging out this well
The salt when struck rings just like a bell
For the first 100 years
Guards will keep all trespassers clear
This problem's fixed, we're moving on
We're handing off the nuclear baton

Welcome to Yucca Mountain
a place for transuranic waste
let's bury all our problems
so we don't ever have to face
the toxic runoff of the human race
Come down to Yucca Mountain
This is what we are suited for
3,000 feet of peace of mind
You need not worry anymore

Communicate with the future
What we stored in the ground
When Yucca Mountain cracks wide open
We won't be around

Welcome to Yucca Mountain
a place for transuranic waste
let's bury all our problems
so we don't ever have to face
the toxic runoff of the human race
Come down to Yucca Mountain
This is what we are suited for
3,000 feet of peace of mind
You need not worry anymore

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