We practice in the basement of The Tenderloin.

Midnight Monsters

All I Want For Christmas Is Halloween

Enjoy the first track from the Happy Fangs' upcoming first full-length, Capricorn. Please belt along.

Bright young babies
Begging for an early show
Torch the beehive in the pocket 
Just to smell the waxy glow.
I’ll make songs sweat at 8 hundred 50 hertz
The faker my calculations, the more real my just desserts 

I think you’re amazing
Hope it’s contagious
I can’t do this all alone

I think you’re amazing
Hope it’s contagious
I’m not this good on my own.

Strong-willed savior
Swallow down your musty ghosts
Slosh it into what we make together. 
Let it dry your throat.
Catch the cool breeze coming from my vortex gun.
When the danger’s done, Do you think we’ll still have fun? 

I think you’re amazing
Hope it’s contagious
Cause I can’t do this all alone

I think you’re amazing
Hope it’s contagious
Cause I’m not this good on my own.

I’m not this good on my own.
I can’t do this all alone

I didn’t work this hard
I didn’t push you this far
To turn back now.

Ooooooooo Ooooo
Ooooooooo Ooooo

I think you’re amazing
Hope it’s contagious
Cause I can’t do this all alone

I think you’re amazing
Hope it’s contagious
Cause I’m not this good on my own.

I’m not this good on my own.
I can’t do this all alone

Contagious

It is Happy Fangs' absolute pleasure to make your holidays rock a bit more.

Time for a holidaze sing-a-long:

It’s Christmas again.
Who wants another tale of wise men?
Forget your daddy ’s holidays
Let’s consciously un-celebrate:

Fangsgiving 
You can do it in snow
You don’t need no mistletoe
Ditch the dog & pony show

Fangsgiving
F-AN-G-S
Fangsgiving
F-AN-G-S

You could—really pick any day.
Want wreaths & candycorn? Ok.
I recommend an impromptu declaration of…

Fangsgiving
Brings you bites of things you love
From traditions you’ve heard of
Wrapped in one beautiful bow

Fangsgiving
F-AN-G-S
Fangsgiving
F-AN-G-S

It’s alotta pressure to put on one day of the season
That’s why we excuse you from guilt & reason
You want fireworks. BAM, BAM you got ‘em.
You want all the delicious food. BAM, BAM. 
All the presents. None of the bills. BAM. Damn. 
That’s optimism. 

Fangsgiving 
More than just a portmanteau
Bites better than cookie dough
Gives December a new glow.

Fangsgiving
F-AN-G-S
Fangsgiving
F-AN-G-S

Fangsgiving

Enjoy a track from Happy Fangs' upcoming first full-length, Capricorn.

Controlled Burn

To be enjoyed in the privacy of your own head with no friends in sight.

Here's what we say:

Sixth sense, Black lungs
Eighteen with a silver tongue
Magnetic, Red eyes.
With desires to disguise.

Chorus:
Scars fade, but rebels won’t.
Dead weights with empty souls.
They leave us in the cold.
We can find our own way home.

Lone wolves. Lone wolves. Lone wolves with no rules.

New age, Black eyes
Faithfully baptized 
No heroes, no brands.
I've got eyes on the back of my hands

[Chorus]

Lone wolves are never truly alone
United by what keeps us on our own. 

New rage, Black skies.
Faithfully chastised. 
No zeros, no plans.
I've got lies on the back of my hands

Can’t stand it.
Won’t go away.
Fight for flight.
Flight for right.

Can’t stand it.
Won’t go away.
Fight for flight.
Flight for right.

New rage, Black skies.
Faithfully chastised. 
No zeros, no plans.
I've got lies on the back of my hands

Lone Wolves

To be enjoyed as you exit sleep and enter an empowered morning.

Here's the lyrics:
I am not a stranger to the games you play.
These blue eyes can see through you 
And won’t meet you halfway.
A damsel’s pile of rocks to move could be a hero’s climb.
My dance card does not fill with fools, 
So please don’t waste my time.

Chorus:
In the morning, in the morning, when you rise.
Will you be the swatter 
Or 
Will you be the fly? 

You can fly.

I am not an expert but I must voice concerns
Befriend yourself a pyro
You will third-degree your burns.
Don’t forget the danger with thinking you can save
All the crumbling leaves, bombing off a burning branch.

[Chorus]

Can’t take your pride.

Can’t waste your time. 
Can’t take your pride. 

[Chorus]

In the morning, in the morning, when I rise.
Will I be the swatter or will I be the fly?

In The Morning

Shoot the following from the rooftops:

I’ve got a little secret 
That I’m not spilling 
I’m hot on a scent 
I can’t stop smelling 
‘Cause it’s stuck in route. 
No, it won’t wash out. 
Here’s a beat to bop to. 
There’s a hand to hold. 
Identify a dance floor.  
Don't have to go home. 
So don’t go home.  

Chorus:
I wake up for raw nights
I drink up the daylight
Stay in my line of sight
I’ll be out back when you want to run. 
 
Excuse me: do you have a minute to talk about rock & roll? 
 
They say the city
Has lost its soul
Forget the gritty
Hello to the money rolls
Now I’m on the microphone 
And you’re listening,
So it goes to show. 
If there’s a space for crazy 
Then we can all let loose. 
If there’s a space for lazy 
Then we can all let juiced.
So let’s get juiced.
 
[Chorus]
 
It’s a five-alarm. It’s a five-alarm. 
Let's go to filthy pieces and start shaking your arms. 

It’s a five-alarm. It’s a five-alarm. 
Riot on the dance floor and start shaking your arms. 

Raw Nights

What's that? Flying through the air? From the air, comes a feathered furry of martial-artistic moves, dive-bombed gut-ward by fierce, sharp wings of fury. I know—the fear is indescribable.

Time to crow:

I grew up birdlike 
With a skin so thin
To a family squawking 
Serious wisdom 
When you got something
You just can't keep tinned
Momma says 
Better out than in. 
Better out than in. 

Chorus:
Hiya kaw kaw, kaw kaw, kaw kaw
Hiya kaw kaw, kaw kaw, kaw kaw

Swallow your sharpness
One too many times
It'll come to peck you
From the gut inside
Venom is vicious
But that debris in your heart
Is like a vulture schooled in martial arts 

[Chorus]

Dollhouse dawn, getting hammered on, dream no no no no no.
Fork in your chin with da folks laughing, cry no no no no no.
Cut through a snake with butter knife steak, that’s a no no no no no.
Dinosaur show with your chocolate beaux, no one said no no no no no.

[Chorus]

Hiya Kaw Kaw

Don't question your worth. don't doubt it. Don't cry. Just sing:

You. You came in. 
You sat slouched. And said what you needed to.  
And I knew. This one’s slick. This one’s strange. 
But he is just my style. 
Because. 
You know that I am weird.  
You know that I am wild.  
I’m never no one's perfect child.  
But. 
I think I smell a match, 
About ready to spark,  
Or maybe that’s fire. 
Good luck's really not the phrase. More like finding car keys in the haze.

Oh. Am I essential? 
You’re one potential. 
‘Cause I can’t live without you.  
 
Point. To what you want.  
Your favorite flaunt. 
And then follow that finger. 
To your desired destination. 
No shipwrecking vacation. 
And then gimme a call. 
Because I know
All about the fate. 
All about the bait. 
And the patience that it takes.  
The-big hang-around & wait 
That often takes the place 
Of an action-studded state. 
Boredom’s really not the word. More like avoiding the absurd.  
 
Oh. Am I essential? 
You’re one potential. 
I can’t live without you.  
  
Chorus:
As the months pass 
As I fear less 
I have to ask 
Am I essential? 
 
As the months pass 
As I fear less 
I have to ask 
Am I essential? 
 
Are you doubtful on which way this should go.
And if so, was that display just all for show?
Because you know: I see through all your ritz & the glam.
I see the sweetness I need
Not some industry man.
  
[Chorus]

Ton of Bricks

Everybody sing together now:

We were young and stable
But not your average cosmonauts.
You expected all our gifts, but I would never gift a plot.
If I'd been calmer, would you keep me as your claim?
   
Chorus:
How could I know, How could I know, How could I know, 
This would play out the cliché way

Oh! How could I know!
This would go!
And play out the cliché way

Dreams the size of comets
Spiraled all around our ship
In the silence, sore from smiling
We forced a steady clip. 
I'm not a martyr. I can speak up when I am told.

[Chorus]


Cliché

Someone had to tell him. What better way than in a song:

I want to tell you
Something that might, might scare you
I want to tell you the truth

You’re gonna fall, gonna fall.
Gonna fall in a well. Nobody gonna save you. No hell.
Fall, fall, fall, fall, so far.

Fall. Fall. Fall so far.

Through the drains and the pipes to the ocean
Nobody's gonna see you til you’re floating.
Ones that do will be breathing through their gills.

I'm the girl on the rocky bluff
half babe, half fishy stuff.
All lonely. Not homely. 

You wanna be my one and only.
But the girls you have hurt have told me
You need to hear a siren sing

Chorus:
Fuck, yeah, you know it.
Fuck, yeah. you show it. 
Oh oh oh. Oh oh oh.

Fuck, yeah, you knew it.
Fuck, yeah. you blew it. 
Oh oh oh. Oh oh oh.

Think you know. Thinking so. Think you know. 
Oh, oh, you think you know.
Going overboard on the love boat
Oh, oh, you think you know.
No mermaid in her right mind will go.
No mermaid in her right mind would know
No ya no ya no ya no ya don’t.

[Chorus]

Fuck, yeah, you know it.
Fuck, yeah. you show it. 
Oh oh oh. Oh oh oh.


The Truth

Happy Fangs is San Francisco's black & white warpainted duo of Mike Cobra of King Loses Crown & Rebecca Gone Bad of My First Earthquake. She brings her high-energy vocals. He brings his grit-pop guitar. Together they make punk anthems to make The Beach Boys, Blondie, & Bikini Kill proud.

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