recorded at X-it, Worcester MA, Dec-16-1982

Xerox Feinberg - gtr, voc
Doc Michaud - gtr
Trip Thompson - bass, lead voc
Billy Brahm - drums

audio transfer & restoration by Jeff Lipton at Peerless Mastering, 1998
additional engineering by Joe Turner at H24, 2013
mastered by Patrick Haight, 2013

from the Burger Records cassette 'Devolver' (BRGR447)

You Don't Know

audio transfer & restoration by Jeff Lipton at Peerless Mastering, 1998
additional engineering by Joe Turner at H24, 2013
mastered by Patrick Haight, 2013

from the Burger Records cassette 'Devolver' (BRGR447)

Prefabedelia

Desperately Happy

You're Gonna Miss Me

He Was A Donut

Walter Gropius

recorded in the living room, 118 Woodland St., Worcester MA, summer 1982

Xerox Feinberg - gtr, voc 
Doc Michaud - gtr, voc 
Trip Thompson - bass 
Egg Al - voc, perc, gen'l mania

audio transfer & restoration by Jeff Lipton at Peerless Mastering, 1998
additional engineering by Joe Turner at H24, 2013
mastered by Patrick Haight, 2013

from the Burger Records cassette 'Devolver' (BRGR447)

Donut World

SSYDARTHURR
lyrics (c)2015 Xerox Feinberg

You may travel very far in a psychedelic car
Mental mushrooms growing mold clog your life as it unfolds

Ssydarthurr! Ssydarthurr!

And deep inside a German book, a princely price to have a look
Your friends could never spell the name, but you came out just half insane
To wander dazed through muddled years, awash in desperate happy tears
You earned yourself the third degree
Who told you you're too old to spree?

Dripping from a garbage can, once you thought you saw a plan
You've still got dreams piled in heaps, not awake and not asleep

Ssydarthurr!  Ssydarthurr!

And every place you try to go, mad hucksters still put on a show
With squawking horns and shiny things to tickle all the human beings
Who push and shove amid the glare for love and sex and plasticware
And push through clouds of wobbly goo
That screaming sound is probably you!

Ssydarthurr

Hey heh heh heh

Where I come from you'd never know
Like moths attracted to the glow
You know just what I mean - soul-sucking suburban scene
Weirdoz Everywhere

Hey heh heh heh

Some sort of truth is what I sought
A school of knocks is what I got
Feel like a leper clown - can't get arrested in this town
Weirdoz Everywhere

So I say - hey hey heh heh

Here come the weirdos - look at them all
Here come the prefab messiahs
So help us all

Here come the weirdos - can't count them all
God bless the prefab messiahs
So help us all


Weirdoz Everywhere

He lives in an orange room so you don’t have to
He lives in an orange room just to upset you
He lives in an orange room - don’t look inside there
He lives in an orange room - you cannot hide there

Squirrels in the wall, Drunks down the hall
Useless college degree
Dead-ender jobs, hated by snobs
Dread what the future will be!

He lives in an orange room - that’s what he’s after
He lives in an orange room - ignore the laughter
He lives in an orange room amid the clutter
He lives in an orange room - what does it matter?
What does it matter?

Orange Room

When your harvest of dreams has grown a crop of only weeds
Starved and shriveled up and dead
When all the people pushing carts amid the parking lots
Are just voices in your head

Hitch a ride in Bobb's Psychedelic Car 
Hitch a ride in Bobb's Psychedelic Car
Hitch a ride in Bobb's Psychedelic Car

The empty stores that line the butchered streets so sad so gray
Watch you skidding in the rain
The winking signs along the interstate announce the news
Every place is now the same

Hitch a ride in Bobb's Psychedelic Car 
Hitch a ride in Bobb's Psychedelic Car
Hitch a ride in Bobb's Psychedelic Car

Behind the wheel just push that junk right off the vinyl seat
Give my rusty door a shove
My breaks are shot, squeeze right on in, there's half a tank of gas
Hear the tires squeal the love

Hitch a ride in Bobb's Psychedelic Car 
Hitch a ride in Bobb's Psychedelic Car
Hitch a ride in Bobb's Psychedelic Car


Bobb's Psychedelic Car

"Desperate (Trump) Times Demand The Prefab Messiahs!"

Long-time critically acclaimed punkedelic micro-legends THE PREFAB MESSIAHS respond to the current political and social crisis as only they can -- by releasing a new, mind-expanding nugget called “The Man Who Killed Reality!”

In anticipation of their forthcoming new album and following up their surprisingly successful ‘Keep Your Stupid Dreams Alive’ EP (Burger/KLYAM), the new Prefab video is a fully animated neo-Sgt. Pepper-ish audio-visual blast of sonic power sure to hit a nerve with all lovers of truth, justice and catchy psychedelic power pop!

Check it out NOW... before "He" turns off the internet! 

According to the band's singer Xerox Feinberg:
"We didn't have any interest in putting out an obvious PC political message song like cranky old folk singers -- but here we all are, living this notion that predictable rules and standards are totally out the window. It's hard not to be angry and disgusted at the whole system. That sort of led to the main concept of "The Man Who Killed Reality." It's about how there's "no bottom" to how far things can go, if there ever really was. Reality's dead. The arrival of America's First Mad President is just the pus coming out of the boil. Now please enjoy our catchy little psychedelic pop rock ditty!"

(Song lyrics listed in the YouTube video's Description section)

The Man Who Killed Reality

[Lyrics]
Slipping down the rabbit hole 
The rodents were all smiling 
Sitting in Panera Bread 
A generation dying 

Soldiers paid no heed 
I could hear their hollow laughter 
Pouring themselves into shapes 
They'd harden into after... 

Gellow Mold 
Mellow Gold 

Tripping through the looking glass 
She auto-paid her contract 
Jokers in their jukeboxes 
Were trying to make contact 

Children saw no Need 
Cause there was nobody buying 
Measured out in pairs and threes 
In jiggly cubes a-drying 

Gellow Mold 
Mellow Gold

GELLOW MOLD

[Lyrics]
Never really had a clue 
Try like you're supposed to do 
Things they do look awful c-cold 
Can't sell out if you can't get sold 

Everything you know is wrong again 

Never really got the news 
Not a lotta choice to choose 
Bought it all right off the shelf 
Now you're stuck as someone else 

EVERYTHING YOU KNOW IS WRONG AGAIN

EVERYTHING U NO

SEE THE VIDEO (5000+ views) at https://youtu.be/zAnUJ7MjnZ4
[Lyrics]
High in his tower 
He is lying by the hour 
He’s got PLANS… 

Enemies cower 
As he rains a golden shower 
On his FANS… 

And everybody sees 
Exactly what they want to see 

He’s the man who killed reality 
The man who killed reality 

He loves his people 
See them follow him like sheeple 
He’s the MAN... 

He's got the power 
Watch him trample every flower 
Cause he CAN... 

And everybody hears 
Exactly what they want to hear 

He’s the man who killed reality 
The man who killed reality 

Don't trust him ever 
With his fingers on the lever 
We're all DAMNED... 

He’s got the golden touch 
Not gonna leave you much 
It’s a SCAM.... 

And everybody knows 
Everything they want to know 

He’s the man who killed reality 
The man who killed reality

THE MAN WHO KILLED REALITY

SEE THE VIDEO at https://youtu.be/C_YtC-JSo70
[Lyrics]
I can’t take the glare of reality 
So much wasted potentiality 
And I don’t want to go outside 
And I don’t want to be outside 
And I don’t want to look outside again 

Sometimes Sunnydaze 
Always make me sad 

Everybody having what seems like fun 
Hates to waste a day awash in sun 
But I don’t care what goes on outside 
And I don’t care what’s not inside 
And I don’t care what you do outside again 

Sometimes Sunnydaze 
Always make me sad

SOMETIMES SUNNYDAZE

[Lyrics]
You've really got a lot of nerve 
To think you know what I deserve 
I see you working over time 
To rearrange my plastic mind...

Psychsploitation

- You're gonna make a mess of me 
- Is gonna be the end of me 
- You're gonna be the death of me

You knew you had me at goodbye 
The only question left is Why 
You think it's all some kind of game 
You're gonna drive us both insane...

PSYCHSPLOITATION

Micro-legendary psych-pop provocateurs THE PREFAB MESSIAHS blast away the 21st century blues with their rocking new single and video, "(Don't Give Up On) Beautiful Things." Combining incessant riffage, trippy electro gewgaws and an irresistibly hookwormy chorus, it's a modern love song to getting down and not giving up!

(Don't Give up On) Beautiful Things

Pandemics rage! Economies totter! Political systems rot! — and the environment circles the drain...

What better time for The Prefab Messiahs to set it all up, lay it all out, and burn it all down? "21st Century Failure" is a take-no-prisoners anthem tailor-made for those socially isolated moments when only a ranting, post-punk-psych-garage-pop-rave up will do!

The track was performed SAFELY and RESPONSIBLY in three separate SOCIALLY ISOLATED LOCALES by Xeerox Feinberg, Doc Michaud, and Trip Thompson.

21st Century Failure

🌀 Pop Art Agitation — Garage/Psych Style 🌀

The Prefab Messiahs

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