The Checkered Pasts of All Kings Present

by 1.6 Band

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Produced and recorded by Christopher Pierce @ Technical Ecstasy, Milltown, NJ.

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released 13 April 2010
Kevin: Vocals, Mike: Guitar, Lance: Bass, Vin: Drums

** Cover Photo by Tyler Nutter, Designed by Rob Porta

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tags: hardcore punk post punk Austin

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Track Name: An Awful Jerk
Leaning back against the blinds
Another place another time
It came together for him then
Better weather, better friends,
better friends, better friends

He slams the door he stomps his feet
while in his heart the blood still beats
He wonders why these things won’t work
They left him feeling like a jerk

He smokes a butt, he drags in
He holds his gut, he fails to grin
He wonders where his future turns
as his inside slowly burns, slowly burns, slowly burns

He’ll clenches his fist, he’ll grind his teeth
And all he knew seems out of reach
That lovely life that he once knew
Now all he’ll do is sit and stew

Children come to stay for the day,
say the rest of the year is gonna be okay
He’s cursing all of their game and the shame,
wishing they would bring him back some of the fame
Sitting there, surrounded by gloom,
wonders how to lose all the doom in the room
Though he feels that his life is a con,
hasn’t any choice but to keep moving on

Light a little fire, light a little way,
the rest of the year is gonna be okay
Light a little fire, light a little way,
the rest of the year is gonna be okay Jerk!
Track Name: The Pets Still Think He's Coming Back
Pulling open a drawer she hasn’t touched
in what she’s thinking might be over nine years
Closing all the windows and doors,
while she’s been fighting off a fistful of some horrible tears
Taking a good look in the mirror,
thinking maybe probably she’s put on plenty of pounds
never seemed clearer to her,
she never should’ve went and married that ridiculous clown

It’s time for you to try on those jeans again
It’s time for you to hit all those scenes again
Fighting off all of those fiends again
They’ll be spending all of their greens again

Holding onto the phone while she’s been lying
on a freshly washed pile of clothes
Never had she felt more alone
on the giant bed at one time that together they chose
Turning up the TV, while she’s drowning out the scenes
that have been playing out inside of her brain
Feeling so sleazy to her, she’s thinking she would rather
stay home just to cry with the rain

It’s time for you to put on a face again
It’s time for you to carry some mace again
You’ll be feeling just like an ace again
Building an incredible base again

I was thinking I was finished
with these feelings that diminish me
Security protecting me, suddenly was dejecting me
An empty house so frightening,
I’m still shivering at the lightening
The pets still think he’s coming back,
even though they sat and watched him pack
his frickin’, rotten, stinkin’ bags

Pulling open a drawer she hasn’t touched
in what she’s thinking might be over nine years
Closing all the windows and doors,
while she’s been fighting off a fistful of some horrible tears
Firmly holding onto the seat,
the passenger is afraid but she’s still ready to ride
Maybe she will happen to meet someone who doesn’t know
about the long and lonely hours she cried

I’ve been dreaming of a lifetime,
from the daytime to the nighttime
Filled with hopes and promises
and a deep love that abolishes
I mean everything that’s hurtful,
you could never be too careful
Sometimes I wish he’s coming back,
even though he treated me like a filthy,
rotten, stinkin’ piece of rag
Track Name: Burning Coal
It’s like burning coal, it’s like burning coal, it’s like burning coal
It’s like burning coal, it’s like burning coal, it’s like burning coal
These noxious fumes are taking its toll on the people we know
These obnoxious fumes are taking its toll on the people we know

We can air all our laundry out there in the yard, out there in the yard
We can air all our laundry out there in the yard, out there in the yard
They can study our faces, wonder why we are scarred,
wondering why we are scarred
They can study our faces, wonder why we are scarred,
wondering why we are scarred

Waiting for a click, then call a cop
They’re tired of the tick that’ll never tock
Hurling a new brick towards our shack
Jealous of the luck they seem to lack
Watching us cook, like a piece of meat
They’re watching us fuck out in the street
Waiting for the stick to finally snap
Ready to attack, so cut the crap

Burning love is like burning coal
Track Name: Skinflap
Feeling like a heel all those years you were walking over me
Finally had to leave that time,
that time that you had crashed into that tree
Shaking both my lonely hands at the ticking
and the pounding of the clock
At night I turn the lights out and my heart’s been
feeling heavy as a rock and it’s sounding like a crock

and it’s sounding like someone who doesn’t try, who rather sit
at home and cry, there’s thing you must apply if you’re gonna
finally squeak by, and if you don’t wanna die, don’t buy into
that lie, I would think you’d wanna fly, wanna fly

Smoking half a cigarette, thinking somehow, somewhere,
sometime I got burned Eating all alone,
I wondered when and where the tables finally turned
I’d be selling my soul to Satan if I cowardly had
called you on the phone I rock myself to sleep at night and my
heart’s been feeling heavy as a stone, I should leave it all alone

You should let it out so it has a chance to breathe, you’d be
feeling so relieved, with no more time to grieve for ideas
unconceived, what if they all leave, don’t bother to retrieve,
never wear it on your sleeve, on your sleeve

Out of the way, all that I want, out of the gate

Feeling like a heel all of those years you were walking over me
Finally had to leave that time,
that time that you had crashed into that tree
Been shaking both my lonely hands at the ticking
and the pounding of the clock
At night I turn the lights out and my heart’s
been feeling heavy as a rock and it’s sounding like a crock

And it’s sounding like someone who’s giving away the best
part of his day to wallow in the hay of a horse that’s gone
astray, and he better not delay, if he’s thinking you might stay,
it’s getting harder everyday, everyday
Out of the way, all that I want, out of the gate