This song is about life being about the relay and relaying of information, whether it is social, emotional, intellectual, and so forth... 

Our pals Seth Bohn and Kevin Kujawa from Mannequin Men were kind enough to add their own genuine warmth and uniquely awesome touch to the track. Thanks duders! 

Lyrics: 

This song isn’t,
Too complicated. 
Embracing it when, 
The week’s delaying.

To the suspects and,
To the politics.
To the written word,
And retrospect.

We’ll be singing em’ in,
We’ll keep relaying.
We’ll be settling in,
And oscillating. 

This song isn’t,
Too complicated. 
Writing it when,
The week’s been fading.

To the reasoned,
And the able.
To the partners that keep us stable.

We’ll be singing em’ in,
We’ll keep relating.
We’ll be muddling when,
There’s trouble!! 

This song isn’t,
Too complicated. 
Projecting it when,
The shit’s relaying…

Relay feat. Mannequin Men

This song is about the consumption of our society and how it turns us against one another while drawing us closer together. 

Lyrics: 

The Turncoats keep squawking, 
Affixing us with rumors, 
As the sterile play king, 
We blindly sing, "Consume us!" 

And the mills keep churning, 
Hang us up and sift us. 
And the bills keep turning, 
Hang us up and strip us. 

These changes are slight. 
Each breath a brick. 
(It's) a waste to worship wise, 
When prize is precedence. 

And the mills keep churning, 
Hang us up and sift us. 
And the bills keep turning, 
Hang us up and strip us. 

We're not a wrinkle in the page. 
We're gregarious divide. 
We're not a crease to alleviate. 
Veiled or seen we amplify. 

I love you on the weeks end, 
Consumption, is the seas end. 
I love you on the weeks end, 
Consumption, is the seas end... 

Built today on tomorrow, 
Guilt enslaved, debt borrowed. 

Rejection, is better than nothing. 
Conception, is better than owing. 

Time is short and so are people. 
On life support there is no equal. 

(We) built today on tomorrow, 
Debt enslaved, guilt borrowed. 

Take em' away. 

When we work hard it's for the(ir) Money. 
And even harder for their Fear. 

Rejection, is better than nothing. 
Conception, is better than owing. 

Time is short and so are people. 
On life support there is no equal. 

When we work hard it's for the(ir) Money. 
And even harder for their Fear. 

Take em' away.

Turncoats

This song is about the gang violence in Chicago, it touches everyone... 

Lyrics:

I smell the summer, 
And it hints at blood. 
With it’s dim lit orange fuse. 
Graffiti as its buffed. 

This art is a quick sense, 
And the reaction accords. 
With it’s scripted value, 
Amendments that we corrupt… 

I taste the winter, 
And it smacks like fall. 
With it’s charging patient fuse, 
Graffiti as it rolls. 

Heat waves an extinction. 
Crowded sidewalks give way… 
Thrill paved delirium… 
Meaning as it flows. 

Sanguine exsanguination, 
Shoot em, while you got em. 
Sanguine exsanguination… 
BANG BANG, you got em… 

I hear the vernal sense, 
Murder City - ill Noise. 
With it’s juncture grandeur. 
Graffiti from our bones. 

Two-states in the middle west, 
Code of conduct quotas… 
Stop and search manifests, 
As edicts stand alone. 

Sanguine exsanguination, 
Shoot em, while you got em. 
Sanguine exsanguination… 
BANG BANG, you got em…

Sanguine

This song is about the proliferation of personal data on the Internet and how institutions will never be the same, including that of individuation.

Lyrics:

Boom or bust won’t cap your trade, 
Forego the privacy of shame. 
Strung like mementos; we’re framed, 
What we know we’ll illustrate… 

But this history’s alive, 
Like distilling spirits. 
To achieve we must compromise, 
Check for imbalances. 

Rebirth has its consequences, 
These institutions are contrived. 
Reality’s discoursed discernment, 
We’re swimming in our last rites… 

Since this history’s alive, 
We’ll be disparate spirits. 
To achieve we won’t compromise, 
And check for imbalances.

Pop-up

This track is about living in municipalities and dealing with their local governments... Mostly deals with the Chicago Machine. 

Lyrics:

I never bit the keeper though the Zoo is crowded.

Mountain tops, clearance sales.
Outlet shops, sink or bail.

Same town, different name.
Culture frowns, peculiar face.

Locus crops, cry then wail.
Terrorhawk, wind in sails.

So its now until its then.

Flatland colds changing pace,
Hearts been sold to our faith.
New town land to waste,
The Hollow Men in their state.

So its now until its then.
For now is now until we win.

No need to feed this crowd.

They put us in our place,
With their 'L' train pace.
The ever changing face,
Of our city state.

These single file times,
Can't single file lies.

I never bit the keeper though the Zoo is crowded.

Secrets sold filling blanks.
Coal or gold, emboldened ranks.

Same town, dissimilar shape.
Cultures bound, we're replaced.

The locus crops, cries then wails.
Terrorhawk, fear assails.

So its now until its then.
For now is now until we win.

No need to feed this crowd.

They put us in our place,
With their 'L' train pace.
The ever changing face,
Of our city state.

These single file times,
Can't single file lies.

I never bit the keeper though the Zoo is crowded.

For Now (Zookeeper)

"Crooks and their Castles,"Bully in the Hallway's 2nd Full length will be released 12/1/11 and available at music.bullyinthehallway.com


The Blatant Persuasion

9to5er

Crooks

The song was originally written in 2008/2009, so we dusted it off and refurbished it for the current era. It is about reality television, the Internet, and the cult of personality.
lyrics
Made for TV 

These feet walk the streets, 
To meet the means to know them. 
Engrossed and fatigued, 
The double speak the keeps that ensnare them. 

Ideals & Idols, 
Real or surreal. 
Ethics & morals, 
Merge to appeal. 

Made for TV, 
Spectacles and Parody. 
Made for TV, 
Bravery… no fear. 

I’m American as I can be. 
I was made, made for TV. 
Carbon copy American Dream, 
Paltry and made for TV. 
Darling won’t you dance with me? 
We were made, made for TV. 
Won’t you love this human being? 
Who was made, made for TV. 

“Art is the proper task of life.” - Nietzsche - 
No more wasting these pen strokes. 
In art, I’ll find peace and quiet, 
No more neglecting what life wrote. 

Ideals & Idols, 
Real or surreal. 
Ethics & morals, 
Merge to appeal. 

Made for TV, 
Spectacles and Parody. 
Made for TV, 
Bravery… no fear. 

I’m American as I can be. 
I was made, made for TV. 
Carbon copy American Dream, 
Paltry and made for TV. 
Darling won’t you dance with me? 
We were made, made for TV. 
Won’t you love this human being? 
Who was made, made for TV.
credits
released March 24, 2017 
Bully in the Hallway Is: 

John Matthew Simon: Vocals 
Billy Kenefick: Guitar, Vocals 
Aaron Levinsky: Bass 
Matt Jannotta: Drums 

Additional writing contributions from former guitarist and vocalist Matt Kennedy. 

Recorded and engineered by Mike Lust and Manor Mobile in January of 2016 @ Strobe Recording Studios. Overdubs recorded and engineered by Mike Lust @ Manor Mobile in May 2016. 

Mastered by Carl Saff at Saff Mastering in October/November of 2016. 

Produced by Bully in the Hallway. 

Music and Lyrics by Bully in the Hallway. 

Art by Simon's phone.

Made for T.V.

Bully in the Hallway is a punk band from Chicago, Illinois. We were conceived as a joke in December of 2006. 

If you want to contact us about shows, booking, events or just because you'd like to talk, email us at bullyinthehallway@gmail.com.