Battlesushi

by Sexy/Heavy

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Debut album. Purchase comes with a bonus track, remix, artwork and a video clip.

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released 07 December 2013

All songs by Logan Jeffs and Ross Walker.

Logan Jeffs – All Guitars, Vocals and backing, booze, ciggies and substance
Ross Walker – Bass, keys, booze and substance
Tom Larkin – Drums

All songs recorded and arranged by Logan and Ross at Normanby HQ in Melbourne, except for the drums which were recorded by Ben Ehrenberg at Studios in the City, Melbourne.
Mixed and Engineered by Tom Larkin and Ben Ehrenberg at Studios In The City (Home Surgery) Melbourne.
Mastered by Evan Short at Mercury Audio in Auckland, NZ.

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Track Name: The Task At Hand
The Task At Hand:

Count their drones
They never add to the sum of bones
Marching slow
Lines are crooked, see perfect rows
Tap your hooves and get undressed
Trust me baby, it's for the best.

Dance! Pagans Dance!
Tap your hooves to this new romance
And if we could shed these skins, cast it, wilt and die
We're changing minds once we get high!

Paddling fear
You fumble truths like your first brazier
Twisted love
Morals in spite of and not because
Tell me, ask you "why would he?"
Create this earth a soul filter machine?

Dance! Pagans Dance!
Tap your hooves to this new romance
And if we could shed these skins, cast it, wilt and die
We're changing minds once we get high!

It's want you want, it's what you wanna believe
It's what you want, it's what you get
It's want you want, it's what you wanna believe
And I cast you all
Into the sun!
Cast you into the sun!
Track Name: Rev. Snail
Rev.Snail

Behold these rubber mouthed cannibals
Consume reluctant grooms
Say he'll better in the long run Teddy,
See him return to the spoon.

Memory cyanide
It's bad for your bones
Memory cyanide
A king from his throne

She left a trail just to pull him in tight
He just kicked in the dirt
Would pulling back inside make it alright?
Well he just kicked in the dirt.

And there we danced under sexual perfume and we met the devil with 6 6 6 in the room.

Memory cyanide
It's bad for your bones
Memory cyanide
It's liquor for drones

Here comes Mr. Infossible
See him forget where he roamed
And there he sank so gradual
And there he rested his bones

Just show me inconceivable
Baby, break all their rules
Just give me insatiable
And show me what you can do

So give me Suzi Witchchild
She never gets enough
Come on load your shotgun honey
And load it with your love
Track Name: Battlesushi
BATTLESUSHI

Well it’s the words that consume me
It’s the taste that you can’t shake
Well Lack, Fonzie, Surrender
He seized everything – but the day.

Become everything unhuman.
Words, Knives, Replicas of lives..
Well fiends sell lullabies
Watch them grow and triple in their size

It’s the taste that you can’t shake.
Go and feed him all that he can take
And now the beasts have all been run
Around your neck the shame is hung

Now you’re mad, ‘cause nobody told you.
It disappears yet it sits there beside you..
Oh Huxtable won’t you put up a fight.
Huxtable is going out tonight
He’s void of contribution
Around his neck the shame is hung
And yet I am understanding
I am everything under the sun
Lyrics by Logan Jeffs, Blast o Rama Music
Track Name: Nasty Poison Sting
Nasty Poison Sting:

Sing, Sing to me
I listen in, I start to bleed
Lover, well you can fold
Forget what you've been told

Fake! Tease!
Love is the world's greatest disease

You tell me it's a city's disease
Too late ... this cough and wheeze
Applehead, you aim to please
Well you can suck the dick of my sleaze trapeze

All this bring my blood to the boil
I say fuck them and all their toil

Innotation....

Fake! Tease!
Love is the world's greatest disease
Got that nasty poison sting
All this bring my blood to the boil
I say fuck them and all their toil

Innotation...
Track Name: H/S
H/S

But you’ve known better, than to serve me first.
I’m fighting for air though I came well prepared
And I must say, it’s the first time I noticed you’ve got paper feet too.
All it’s worth, a televised affair.

But you’ve known better than to save me first.
Sugar and spice has merged with flowers and lies
And the way that I feel when I watch you move to the beat.

And it took one word that I just can’t seem to find.
One word that sums you up has gone and slipped my mind.
For all it’s worth a televised affair.
All I need are these good clean drugs...
You arrived in me like good clean drugs baby...
Track Name: Spooky Spark
Spooky Spark

They beat their fists and they shout loud
No one here
No one home
And they live ghosted in halls of memory

All change – say you only have a minute yet there’s 45 seconds to go
Yet they’re living slow
If there’s a place for them it’s not really here

And I forget...
Just where they said they’d be..
They danced in cross-hairs and ... I watched them die.

I’ve been in high doses.
It’s kept me from bed.
The drugs in our bodies
The finance we fed.
45 Seconds to go
Track Name: Testibreasticles
Testibreasticles

It tasted sweet
And it tasted sweet
It was a nail in the deepest scars
A promise yet again here we are
And it tasted sweet

And your buzzards have picked me to bones lady
A sad triumph for the D list stars
And in the darkness clipped their wings
Take imbeciles and name them kings
Angel of deceit
Cough it up and swallow down
Justified around and around
And I taste defeat

And I was walking in a desert of clouds, and just maybe
I could find my way back down
It was a nail in the deepest scars
Lady, you said “no cause for alarm!”
Well I sunk below and I screamed save me
And what did you do but turn away
And all the time you left me here lonely and well missing you
Was the hardest thing that I had to do

Angel of deceit
See you chase coins dipped in lust
Codes compensate some kind of trust
Angel of deceit

Well I sunk below and I screamed save me
And what did you do but turn away
And through and through the darkest of angels are judging you
Just like you always knew

It was a nail in the deepest scars
A fucking promise didn’t get very far
And I won’t repeat
So I best be leaving your arms baby
Goodbye my D list star...