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Lyrics:
Grasping straws and dusty bunny
Issues, tissues, nose is runny
But Binghamton’s the best when sunny
Heard you’ve got the whole world in your tummy

Give it back you greedy lawbreaker!
Trained to be a moneymaker
Always carry my light saber
Just incase I gotta break ya
Tip me over and pour me out
Here is my handle, here is my spout but
Funk’s alive and well there is no doubt
3,4,5,6,7 and up we count

Up up up up up up up up pa pa pa
Up up up up up up up up pa pa pa
Up up up up up up up up pa pa pa
Up up up up up up up up pa pa pa

Bernie came to Broome to sweep
Dirty politics into a heap
No doubt we need reform but
Will we swarm or sink in the storm?

Take your life seriously
Take your life seriously, do you?
Take your life seriously times three

Corporate dollaz, pimp high ballers
Student debt but no role models
Climate shifting, voices drifting
Political system needs facelifting
Torture, war, and poverty will not cease without you and me
Get upset go out do something
Get your rest sit down do nothing
Get upset go out do something
Get your rest sit down do nothing
It’s a balance, and a challenge, and you’re gallant, and you matter
And you’re lovely, if you just be, if you just be, if you just bee
Bz z z z z z z zah, zah zah
Bz z z z z z z zah, zah zah
Be! Be! Be! Bizzare
Bz z z z z z z zah, zah zah


Life is violent, life is joyous
Life is full of (so many) fucking choices

B Triple Z

Lyrics" The World (I’m so fkn sad)
With each day comes
New emotions
Channel them in
Collaboration
She, we , I said
Rather be dead
What a feeling 
To grow and heal and

You are not alone
The oneness of the song they’re singing it
Hits me sweeter than a phone or a drone

Go home to where your friends are
Go home that’s where your family is
Plagued and defiled by definitions
And I cannot take much more of this town
And I cannot take much more of this down

Living is easy, they’ll show you the way
Five simple steps find out after you pay
Discover, uncover, we’re loving each other and
Take to the streets to defeat and complete hate
Listening all minds to avoid characterizing

Calling all lovers
Stand with the mothers
Foreign-born brothers
Guised as others

You are not alone
The oneness of the song got me singing it
Hits me like no home I’ve known

Go home that is America
Come home tastes like the world to me
A home to all America
The safety lies in unity
Together has no tolerance
For tyranny feigned ignorance
May present presence be our chance
To outstep the devil’s dance
To outstep the devil’s dance
To outstep the devil’s dance

The World (I'm so fkn sad)

A Friendly Reminder

Flies suck.
Lyrics:
The Fly
Have they landed?
Contacted the ground
If you let it be does it
Even make a sound?
Swat and stumble anger builds
Seem to multiply
Taunting and frustrating me
As it goes awry

Violence may be all that I know

Putrid puking filth machine
Look you in the eyes
Rub your hands together
Aiming to disguise
Privilege that you don’t deserve
Outside looking in
Capitalizing upon
The dead’s misfortune

Parasitic, sleazy, city

On a little mission
No indecision
Oh! Sweet collision
Comes to fruition

Never!
Never let you fly.

Who gets what they want?
Who gets to decide?
Size against quantity
Both of us will live and die

Never!
Never let you fly
Never!
Never let you fly

Violence may be all that I know.

Musical Composition/Bass: E. Compagnone
Lyrics/Vocals: J.Quinn
Guitar: J. Bagg
Drums: J. Finkelstein
Keys: J. Baldassano

Recorded and Mixed in South Side Binghamton
Mixed and Mastered by A. Castillo

The Fly

We could all be better drivers.

Lyrics:
I-85
The roads they are a sacred space, shared in history
But treachery and brazenness have come with industry
Some of the drivers out there aren’t so concerned with your safety
Your family it means nothing when I’ve got somewhere to be

Idiots on the road
Your safety can be sold
Idiocy’s so bold
I see it sometimes when I go somewhere

Texts or vexes, jaguar, lexxus, can I race you here to Texas?
Taxes, tractors, traffic stopping “actors”
Mad mama’s got a baby in the backseat, motorcycle weaving traffic in July heat
Two truckers eating sushi with their left feet, to the beat

Idiots on the road
They causing damages untold
Especially in the snow and cold
I see em sometimes, try to steer away

I’m guilty of it too
What’s wrong with me and you?
We blame each other endlessly
With no accountability

Idiots on the road
So many more of them to behold
Get these fuckers off the road
Except when I am one of them

Music/Lyrics, Guitar/Vocals: J Quinn
Solo Guitars: J. Bagg
Bass: E. Compagnone
Keys: J. Baldassano
Drums: J. Finkelstein

Recorded in Southside Binghamton and Brackney PA
Mixed and Mastered by A. Castillo, E. Compagnone

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I-85

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