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The Physical World
9.9.14
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Tour On Sale Friday July 11th

European dates: 
10/7 Koln, Germany @ Luxor
10/8 Paris, France @ adaboum
10/9-10 Brussels, Belgium @ Botanique                                  
10/11 Amsterdam, Holland @ Melkweg
10/12 Hamburg, Germany @ Hafenklang
10/13-14 Berlin, Germany @ Cassiopeia         
10/15 Vienna, Austria @ Flex
10/16 Munich, Germany @ Orangehouse
10/18-19 Zurich, Switzerland @ Mascotte                                  
10/20 London, UK @ Electric Ballroom
10/21 Manchester, UK @ Gorilla
10/22 Glasgow, UK @ The Garage


North American dates:
9/6-7 Toronto, ONT, CAN @ Riot Fest Toronto
11/01 New Orleans, LA @ Voodoo Music + Arts Experience
11/03 Atlanta, GA @ Buckhead Theatre
11/04 Nashville, TN @ Marathon Music Works
11/06 Houston, TX @ Warehouse Live
11/07 Austin, TX @ Fun Fun Fun
11/08 Dallas, TX @ Granada Theater
11/10 Tempe, AZ @ Marquee Theatre
11/12 San Diego, CA @ House of Blues
11/13 Santa Ana, CA @ Observatory
11/15 Las Vegas, NV @ Brooklyn Bowl
11/17 San Francisco, CA @ The Independent
11/18 Portland, OR @ Crystal Ballroom
11/19 Seattle, WA @ Neumos
11/21 Salt Lake City, UT @ In The Venue
11/22 Boulder, CO @ Fox Theatre
11/24 Minneapolis, MN @ First Avenue
11/25 Chicago, IL @ Rivera Theatre
11/26 Detroit, MI @ Crofoot
11/28 New York, NY @ Terminal 5
11/29 Philadelphia, PA @ Union Transfer
12/01 Washington, DC @ 9:30 Club
12/02 Boston, MA @ House of Blues

Trainwreck 1979

Trainwreck 1979 (Moulder Mix with in/out fades)

Doomtree - Bolt Cutter

The new album ALL HANDS in stores 01.27.15 www.doomtree.net

MINI BRUTE
Produced by Cecil Otter
Additional production by Lazerbeak Guitar by Jake Hanson
(Hook)
I came on my own two feet / I left with the gasoline / Walk back to my breakdown / It came like a passing breeze / Never know where it’s taking me / Patience, push that function / just ain’t working now, but I’ll work it out / I’ll work it out
(Stef)
Find me up with the art / in the back of the building / Installation creates the spaces I’m filling / Still as dust, sculpted to beauty / sore dead, catch em zone at the ceiling / they better off cause my corona burn they retina / warn with lecture so of course they all ignored it / they toss the board, pieces on the floor
/ games blown like so many tops / Cool, calm, collect two hundred more, ride til last stop / lose the key, choose to sleep instead of waking up with me / Up to me, chosen few / chose to be over you / greener green, better view / pick a beat, spit it true / Choke it down, cough it up / are we on that next or what / Is we up to healthy shit or nah, prolly better off / up with art on the side of the building / inspiration creates the race that I’m winning / We livin and breathin in dust / yeah, they livin in it and they keepin it shut / I’m bout to live it up or live for what
(Dessa)
On and on / Mind yourself the water’s deep / Close to dawn / Now’s the time we earn our keep / Rifle sleeping in my hand / enough dynamite to blow the dam / So catch me if you / catch me if you / catch me if you can
(Cecil)
Picking up the bottle when the water’s coming over me / giving up the father when he’s done with the sword in the stone / Boarded-up homes, cord in the phone, no dial tone / caller unknown, I’m falling to you, dry and alone / with no sign of the wall / I got this stone in my hands / so catch me / catch me / catch me if you can
(Sims)
The setup was a stunner / never saw the gunner coming / spent that summer in the gutter / look at that, it got me by the numbers / whole city got me out of line / busy bodies, idle minds / left me with a novel look, I title mine / how to look like you’re not shook and still look like a rolling dice / cooler than the polar but colder nights / Goddamn that couldn’t hold up / stay calm, foot on / napalm, rev up / get gone, red line, hang on, time up
(Mike)
Function friction, fix shit, break it / pump that fiction, nothing’s sacred / Aces wild but faces flush in / pace and style, no baseless punches / I came with the dying breed, never knew we had to bleed / city kids don’t love that, mini brute tough act / Stunt what? All that, bump up all we got is ours now plus yours, jump back!

DOOMTREE "Mini Brute"

DOOMTREE "Marathon"

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[Verse]

Wires hum, the pulse in my veins,

Digital circuits sparkin' my brains,

Thoughts electric, flowin' through lanes,

Static crackle, I’m breakin' the chains.



Keyboard clicks, beats in the fog,

Data streams thicker than London smog,

Binary bites, a digital dog,

Chewin’ on code while I jog through the bog.



[Chorus]

Synth pulse pumpin’, heart on the grid,

Life in the current, that’s how I live.

Runnin’ through the system, I’m never hid,

Synth pulse pumpin’, that’s what I did.



[Verse 2]

Neon nights, streets glowin’ cold,

Future’s a story that’s already sold,

Truth encrypted, but it never grows old,

I’m a pirate, but my chest ain't gold.



Hackin' the tempo, speedin’ the plot,

Laser beam focus, a sniper’s shot,

Breakin' the locks, they think I forgot,

But the synth keeps thumpin’, I’m takin' my spot.



[Bridge]

Echoes bounce, shadows collide,

Electric jungle where my thoughts reside,

Frequencies crash like a tidal slide,

Ridin' the wave, my synth's my guide.

Synth Pulse

She got style, you got vision, I got drive

Hokey Fright

The Aquarium

Lyrics and vocals by Dessa
Music by Anagram Norton and Lazerbeak
Additional production by Andy Thompson
Additional synth by Saam Hagshenas

Chime

Dessa "Half of You"

Title track from the new Four Fists album 6666 - in stores october 12, 2018 
Pre-order today at http://smarturl.it/fourfists6666
Tour dates: http://doomtree.net/shows

@fourfists is @yeahrightpos + @astronautalis
produced by @letmode 
additional edits + arrangement by @subpyao

I ain't never been to war
Knock on fucking wood
Neither have you
So, we’re doing pretty good
I ain't never killed a man
Once I stole to eat
I knew I wouldn't starve
So, it’s all just make believe

I think I'm George Patton
Herbert Hoover
Speaking Shakespeare to the stones
And hope that they'll be moved by words
Turn rivers into reservoirs 
I think I’m...fuck it!
I used to think I was Casanova
But I crumble nowadays
Whenever I sleep without her

I used to worship “Papa”
Spanish Civil War
Fishing off the Keys
Bullfights and cigars
Man, that shit don't work for me
I'm on some, “Fuck Bukowski!”
Heaven help us if Isaac Brock was right
Turning over every single stone in search of signs of life

It's kinda nice!
Quiet life
Far from the guns of war
Run my fingers through the grass 
And listen to you talk
Sunlight in the curtains
Freckles on your skin
This is my Everest, this my Silk Road,
this my south pole, Shackleton

Yeah, life is protest
We are weapons
God damn, love like Arab Spring
There are frontiers
They are endless
And they’re in our everything

[CHORUS]
The sun ain’t set on me yet
I ain’t got much, but I’m not alone
Inside each life there are four fists
We are made whole through our broken jaws
Broken jaws

I'm ready, I’m patient, I wait
Wait…Wait…
No I ain't
I'm scared and I'm quick to escape 
“Yeah, he went that a way” 
Maybe flattered and scattering?
Or flattened and shattering?
Or collecting data?
I don't have an idea that isn't unraveling 

WHOA!
Free where the breeze will take me
Helium and balloon but no string
This what nobody wanted
We stuck so far under 
We so out of sync 
Just remember to breathe
Just remember to be
Just remember how beast you be
Reach for like anything 
Do that shit easy

Nothing comes easy
Just take it easy
Do what the needs be
There ain't no freebies 
Earn what you keeping
Or think they do not need me
Cuz they don't if you sleeping
Caught in the romance and drama of, “woe is me!”
Stopped em from catching they opening
And there won't be credits 
This won't stop happening, ever

[CHORUS]

I'm learning it never makes sense
And that's ok
That life is a weapon itself
With the sharpest blade

There is not a heaven or hell
Just each day
And life is a death in itself
And I can change

I'm learning to let go as well
It’s so strange
The past is a part of me now
There's no escape

I made up the bed by myself
So I'm sleepin in it
There is no erasing the past
To get back what I lost cuz
I ain't dead yet!

I ain’t dead! (x 1000)