Distal - Bomb the Radio

NOVEMBER 27, 2007--- A Canadian man with a bizarre sexual fetish involving classic cars was sentenced last week for several acts of public indecency. He stated that he was particularly attracted to a vehicle's roof top: "it's curved like a woman's body."

Flying around the curve
Pedal to the floor
Suddenly I swerve
I adore her curves
Sliding adrift
Over the edge of the cliff
I get stiff
And brace for impact
I hope she stays intact

Sex drive
Lucky we're alive
Good lay on the highway
Can't wait for the interstate

I know what she needs
So I pick up speed
She doesn't know
Sometimes I like it slow
How fast can she go
Before I lose control
And we explode
All over the road

Seats lay back
And her top comes off
Her headlights
Are so warm and soft
My dream machine
Slick racing queen, windows steam
They try to sneak a peak
She's flooding with emotion
As I drive into the ocean

Sex drive
Lucky we're alive
Good lay on the highway
Can't wait for the interstate

(Lead: Rinker)

So many models
So many makes
But you can't see
That she chose me
I pump her brakes
Her chassis shakes
She lifts me up
To outer space
And we escape
The high speed chase

I know you gotta slow your roll
You better play it cool
Now it's time to lay it low
Why can't we take it slow?

Michael Dinkins - drums / keys / backup voice
Jason Easler - guitar
Nick Laws - bass
Blaine Prescott - lead voice
Eric Rinker - guitar / drums

Augusta, Georgia, USA
Home of the godfather of soul, James Brown

released 24 June 2011
All songs by Artemia, © 2011. Engineered and Mixed by Eric Rinker. Mastered by Jason Spears (Tainted Blue Studio, NYC). 

Sex Drive

"It's never too late to become who you might have been." ~George Elliot

Rain outside my window
I know it's cliche
See the rain outside my windowpane
I know it's a shame
But the storm is on the way

And then I realize
That this is real life
Though it may seem
It was just a dream
At last I shed my mask
Hold my disguise up high
Raise my gun in the sky
The lightning struck twice

Never say never
Whatever's clever
Together forever
No matter the weather
So play in the rain
Don't be afraid
Let the water wash
Your fear away
It's time to be brave
And live for today
Come what may

See the rain outside my windowpane
I know it's a shame
But the storm is on the way

And then I realize
That this is real life
Though it may seem
It was just a dream
At last I shed my mask
Hold my disguise up high
Raise my gun in the sky
The lightning struck twice

(lead: Easler)

Hear it coming down

Michael Dinkins - piano
Jason Easler - guitar
Nick Laws - bass
Blaine Prescott - lead voice
Eric Rinker - drums

Augusta, Georgia, USA
Home of the godfather of soul, James Brown

released 24 June 2011
All songs by Artemia, © 2011. Engineered and Mixed by Eric Rinker. Mastered by Jason Spears (Tainted Blue Studio, NYC). 

Lightning Strikes Twice

It's beautiful on the inside.

Unicorn ate the girl on the tricycle
Icicle made the nipple tickle
Black wore the reaper with the sickle
Crack whore caught the moisture missle
Looks like your god forsaked you, sizzle
I make a stake and impale you
Open eyes of the blind, you see braille
You follow my trail of raised dots
My tale of burial plots on sale
The gun was hot in my hand
My bow shot the arrow
Vultures fed on the sparrow
Hollow point killed the swallow
So live life like there's no tomorrow
'Cause death is motto
::blows kiss::

I waited on hope but I lost my patience
I tried to relax but then I got anxious
I'm just searching for a home
A place I belong
But every time I feel safe
I turn out to be wrong

Let's see what's inside you
We've got nothin' to prove
Nothing to lose
Nothing but true
Let's see what's inside you
We've got nothin' to prove
Nothing to lose
Nothing but true

Here comes the wind
I know you feel it blow
On the back of your neck
Freezing cold like snow
And when I'm right, I'm right
I know you hate it
The color of your face fades away
Today you made it
It's what you waited for
Always desire more
Your hunger for blood and bones
Who'd have known it would be your own
I would show you
I'll oblige you
So without further adieu
Let's see what's inside you

I waited on hope but I lost my patience
I tried to relax but then I got anxious
I'm just searching for a home
A place I belong
But every time I feel safe
I turn out to be wrong

Let's see what's inside you
We've got nothin' to prove
Nothing to lose
Nothing but true
Let's see what's inside you
We've got nothin' to prove
Nothing to lose
Nothing but true

Let's what you're made of
Let's what inside you

There's a place we all go
When we get where we don't know
In that place
Home is where the heart is
That special place
When we get where we don't know
In that place
Home is where the heart is
That special place
When we get where we don't know
In that place
Home is where the heart is

Michael Dinkins - drums / backup voice
Jason Easler - guitar
Nick Laws - bass
Blaine Prescott - lead voice
Eric Rinker - guitar

Augusta, Georgia, USA
Home of the godfather of soul, James Brown

released 24 June 2011
All songs by Artemia, © 2011. Engineered and Mixed by Eric Rinker. Mastered by Jason Spears (Tainted Blue Studio, NYC). 

Home is Where the Heart is

"Flesh is a trap," he used to say. "Flesh is a trap... and magic sets us free."  ~Lord of Illusions

Something happened last night
While I was asleep
I'm not sure I believe
What I think I see
It must have been a dream
There's no way it could be
What it seemed to be
Standing before me
Was a figure in black
With a blade on its back
It smiled like a child
Its skin cracked as it laughed
Showing me its teeth
Meat spilled from its cheeks
Eating the weak's fear
Gaining strength from their tears

Nightmare stuck in my head
Haunting me 'til the day that I'm head
When I fall off the edge of regret
I toss and turn in my bed
Nightmare, blood everywhere
Try to scream but there's no air
Try to sleep but I'm too scared
That when I wake the nightmare's still there

Here in this nightmare
I'm not myself
I look in the mirror
And I'm someone else
What will it take
To shake me awake
Can I change my fate
Or is it too late?
The things our minds hide
In dreams they come alive
If the mirror never lies
Then who the hell am I?
I reach out in the dark
But no one's there
I spill my heart out
And no one cares
I send my prayers in the air
Life's not fair
Scared to share where I've been
With my friends
I pretend I'll end up ok someday
But I'm a deep sleeper
In the arms of the reaper
Realize I'm not myself
I look in the mirror
And see someone else
What's left besides pain and death
Counting the days 'til my last breath

Nightmare stuck in my head
Haunting me 'til the day that I'm head
When I fall off the edge of regret
I toss and turn in my bed
Nightmare, blood everywhere
Try to scream but there's no air
Try to sleep but I'm too scared
That when I wake the nightmare's still there

Michael Dinkins - keyboard / backup voice
Jason Easler - guitar
Nick Laws - bass
Blaine Prescott - lead voice
Eric Rinker - drums

Augusta, Georgia, USA
Home of the godfather of soul, James Brown

released 24 June 2011
All songs by Artemia, © 2011. Engineered and Mixed by Eric Rinker. Mastered by Jason Spears (Tainted Blue Studio, NYC). 

Nightmare

Sequels and remakes. Ugh. Plz stop.

Nobody..
Nobody..
Nobody..
Nobody makes good movies anymore
Nobody makes good movies anymore (movies anymore)

We don't need another Star Wars
(The prequels had no emotion)
We don't need a sequel to Fanstastic Four
(But we got one anyway)
We don't need to play Bloodfest
(Space, Police) or King's Quest
Nobody makes good nudie movies anymore
Nudie movies anymore
(Debbie Does 'em All)
They just make porn
Dildo shaped like a bullhorn
(owww / argh / ugh)
RRRestart the Vietnam War
Look out for the Charlies
Ch-ch-ch-cha
Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-chainsaw
(Charlie Sheen-- let your soul glow)
(DIE! DIE MOTHERFUCKER DIE!)

Nobody makes good movies anymore
Nobody makes good movies anymore (movies anymore)

It's not right to pop 'Pac just yet
I bet you're next
Perplexed ass rapper
Fuckin' with Vietnam vets
I'm the one with the buzz
It's me, bee
Just your Mets
They tryin' to be Yankee
Just Buckwheat tryin' to be Spanky
Weed jeep wheel
Sleep at Cherokee
Wanna be cranky
Can't crank without key
Sleazy ass Louise tried to skeez

Nobody makes good movies anymore
Nobody makes good movies anymore (movies anymore)

Deep in the south
We haul 'em off
(Lokal with a K)
Ring that blings
Leave 'em coughin
Walkin' what they talkin'
Chalkin' outline
We be tryin'
To make pop records no more
Just to fuck wit' you
Is what we do it fo'
Not to get rich cuz I can
If I could just keep my mouth shut
So I'll try to pretend like I'm someone else
Since you don't understand
Who the fuck I am
In fact you don't give a fuck sucker
They'll never us live bitch
I never gave a fuck
And no one else does

Nobody makes good movies anymore
Nobody makes good movies anymore (movies anymore)

We don't need another Star Wars
(Georgia Lucas, George Lucas)
We don't need another Mad Max
(Mel Gibson, Mel Gibson)
We don't need another Lethal Weapon
(Mel Gibson, again)
We don't need another Terminator
(Arnold Schwarzenegger)
We don't need another Friday the 13th
(Kane Hodder)
We don't need another Day of the Dead
(George Romero)
We don't need another Freddy Krueger
(Wes Craven)
We don't need another Lex Luther
(SupermanChristopherReeveBrokeHisBones)
We don't need another Stormtrooper
Oompa Loompa lookin' motherfucking pimp
(pimping motherfucker)

Jason wears a mask and an axe
To slash the last polar bear alive
On the endangered species list
Bitch get in line for the chop chop chop

Michael Dinkins - drums / backup voice
Jason Easler - guitar
Nick Laws - bass
Blaine Prescott - lead voice
Eric Rinker - guitar

Augusta, Georgia, USA
Home of the godfather of soul, James Brown

released 24 June 2011
All songs by Artemia, © 2011. Engineered and Mixed by Eric Rinker. Mastered by Jason Spears (Tainted Blue Studio, NYC). 

Nobody Makes Good Movies Anymore

Remember when the stars had raw talent?

The industry
They're telling me
It's 'bout the dames
'Bout the fame
Shiny things
Diamond chains
Platinum rings
Who cares what you sing in the song
As long as you wear the right clothes?
Play along
Catchy name
We'll put you on
You don't even to write your songs
Cuz the way we see it
As long as they believe it
You don't have to G it
You don't have to be it
The lifestyle brings trouble
We don't need it
Here's a contract
Sign on the dotted line
You don't need to read it
No one else can beat it
Here's your last chance
For a fat cash advance
Slam the pedal to the metal
And dance with the devil

You know it
..and you know it
We've all been had
You're poker face shows it
I need to get out
This ain't what I'm about
But they pull me back in foe
I know it
I don't love Mrs. Right
But I'ma go wit' it.
Do what you do
Keep it movin' dude
You thinking with your dick
And wanna hit it
You're coming up thin
But you won't admit it
Fakers and microphony homies
Your consolation prize
Explosive trophy and like Frosty say,
"I'll be back again someday."
You call for help
Then the heat comes out
You start to melt
Live by the sword
So die by the gun
They came the pen, the pencil won
Got quiet a second
To insert a hidden message
(.yrtsudni eht kcuF)


There's no conceivable way
It's impossible
To beat our team
We're unstoppable.
You try to get in the way
Unworthy obstacle
We're choppin' chumps up
Silly debacle
Absolute below zero
I know you're freezin' to death
My heart's so cold
I can see breath
One more mistake
And there'll be nothing left
To send home to mom
Drop bombs on your lawn
You're so fresh to death
You used to rock the house
Before I burned it down
Before I blew you up
And it must suck
To be stuck with a label
I still put my heart on the table
And say what I want to say
Cuz I chose freedom and health
Over fame and wealth

You got so many words
But nothin' to say
You got the whole club
Swayin' to ya cliche
How can you stand this land of technology
Now that everybody's got a band?
Your drums are not real
They're slid on the grid
You have no feel
Let's seal the deal
Welcome to your doom
Now you have to play live
Without autotune
There's no beat detection
No pitch correction
PC infection
Unknown exception
Music lost all its passion
Record labels selling weak songs
Pushing the latest fashion
I've outgrown that bad fad
But you're the only trend I ever had
Better off traded traitor
Drown in style with the alligators

Blaine Prescott - everything

Augusta, Georgia, USA
Home of the godfather of soul, James Brown

released 24 June 2011
All songs by Artemia, © 2011. Engineered and Mixed by Eric Rinker. Mastered by Jason Spears (Tainted Blue Studio, NYC). 

Catchy Name (The Industry)

How did things get this way?

I guess they know
And it goes to show
They control
Everything
So when you finally figure it out
Don't be runnin' to me
I stood by you for so many years
I always thought you'd see
But you're just still lost
You can pay the cost
Cuz there's no hope left for you
No matta what you do

We used to be friends
Back then we used to be friends
The fields we used to run in
Before the fences boxed us in
Remember when we used to be friends
Back then we used to be friends
The fields we used to run in
Remember when, remember when?

I thought by now they'd get it right somehow
But they still don't got it
I figured you woulda figured it out by now
But you just don't get it
I tried everything I can to show you
But you must have other plans
So forget you
Take a walk and disappear
Cuz that's what you do best
And don't call again, don't write again
I don't ever want
To see your face again

We used to be friends
Back then we used to be friends
The fields we used to run in
Before the fences boxed us in
Remember when we used to be friends
Back then we used to be friends
The fields we used to run in
Remember when, remember when?

The fields we used to run in
Before the fences boxed us in
Back then we used to be friends
Remember when we used to be friends?

Blaine Prescott - everything

Augusta, Georgia, USA
Home of the godfather of soul, James Brown

released 24 June 2011
All songs by Artemia, © 2011. Engineered and Mixed by Eric Rinker. Mastered by Jason Spears (Tainted Blue Studio, NYC). 

Dispersions

A tale of natural disasters and their supernatural results.

It was that summer
When I would meet her
And in the winter
She caught the fever
That's when I swore
I'd never leave her

Trapped in the storm
Under the snow
The fire burned
We watched it dance
As it would glow
We helped it grow
It kept us warm
The avalanche
Would hold it's own
I held her close
How would I know
She was a ghost?

I put the cold rag
Down on her forehead
And then I cried out
They'll send a sled of scouts to dig us out
She shook her head in doubt
Laid in her deathbed
And blew the candle out

Trapped in the storm
Under the snow
The fire burned
We watched it dance
As it would glow
We helped it grow
It kept us warm
The avalanche
Would hold it's own
I held her close
How would I know
She was a ghost?

Michael Dinkins - drums / keyboard / backup voice
Jason Easler - guitar
Nick Laws - bass
Blaine Prescott - lead voice
Eric Rinker - drums

Augusta, Georgia, USA
Home of the godfather of soul, James Brown

released 24 June 2011
All songs by Artemia, © 2011. Engineered and Mixed by Eric Rinker. Mastered by Jason Spears (Tainted Blue Studio, NYC). 

Ghost of the Avalanche

Michael Dinkins - drums / keyboard
Jason Easler - guitar
Nick Laws - bass
Blaine Prescott - lead voice
Eric Rinker - guitar / drums

Augusta, Georgia, USA
Home of the godfather of soul, James Brown

released 28 July 2012 through ???
All songs by Artemia, © 2012. Engineered and Mixed by Eric Rinker at Batcave Studio, Martinez, Georgia. Produced by Artemia. 

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