Holiday For Vacationers (Everything Awesome All The Time)

by The Other Planets

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The third studio album from New Orleans' own The Other Planets. Featuring full band beefheart-esque theatrics, electronic sample-driven groove tracks, and psych-pop vocals, Holiday For Vacationers is a low-land masterpiece from New Orleans.

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released June 1, 2008

Anthony Cuccia: Organ, Synthesizer, Vocals, Percussion, Drums
Matthew Golombisky: Electric Bass, Vocals
Quin Kirchner: Drums, Vocals
Eric Klerks: Fretless Guitar
Tim McFatter: Wurlitzer, Pianet, Vocals, Organ, and Soprano, Alto, and Tenor Saxophones
Daniel Oestreicher: Baritone and Bass Saxophone, Vocals, Modular Synthesizer
Dr. JImbo Walsh: Piano, Rhodes, Acoustic Guitar, Electric Guitar, Electric Bass, Acoustic Bass, and Accordian

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Track Name: Paranoia
Paranoia... Paranoia...
I posted my name inside a picture frame.
Beneath the window pane on the Memento Mori train.
Paranoia... Paranoia...
Heaven or help myself.
My condition is bottom shelf.
If you don't wanna see it melt,
Go talk to someone else.
Paranoia... Glad I saw ya.
Paranoia... Glad I saw ya.
8, 16, 24, 32, 40, 48, 56, 64, 72, 80, 88, 96, 104, 112, 120, 128.
Track Name: How's McClimon Doing?
Instrumental
Track Name: Happy Time At The Mall
Once again, children, its happy time at the mall.
Winter, summer, spring, or fall,
You can meet the Wizard after all.
Get in your car and go there.
Go to the mall thats near you.
Search your heart and make it come true...
etc...
Track Name: Ultra Eric Klerks
Instrumental.
Track Name: The Business of Losing Sleep
We're in the business of losing sleep
For the sake of killing time
Its killing time in the killing fields
Cause killing time is like killing weeds
But the sheets and the head rush
From the blimp down to the bus
We're trying to catch up on time...

Nothing but visions of counting sheep
Has the shepherd finally lost his crutch?
What kind of numbers did you have for lunch?
Did you remember to dim the heat?
Satan's in your backseat
on a train driven by a dead monkey
And satan's right on time...

I don't know where this is
Or how I got you here
All I know is someone stole the stairs.

We're in the business of losing sleep
And the shepherd's finally lost his crutch.
And Satan's right on time.

For a limited time...
Track Name: You KIlled HIm, Too
Call of Duty and Rumsfeld samples...
Track Name: Teeth And Dreams
I'm sitting inside of this telephone and I'm feeling nervous
I've got a message written across my face and I can't reverse it
But if I sign my signature I'll cross the I for you with a Capital A
I'm just dropping on a dime cause I need to make change
For this nickel that I found last night when I was walking loaded
But then I fell into somebody else's dream but thank god I floated
Upon the silver trim that my landlady painted in my room and it looks like rain
I'm just sitting here spitting up blood and now my shirt's all stained
Teeth and Dreams are beautiful things
A cloudy enamel saliva sea
A thundercloud pouring wisdom teeth
Coming Down
Try to catch em in your mouth...f
I took a walk the other day so I could be around a bunch of people
But everybody walks past me so fast I got some pins and needles
And everyday somebody tries to wag their gums at me so I look into their mouth
And there's a tongue hanging out
Of a bunch of teeth
Do they remember who they were before they went to sleep?
Teeth and Dreams are beautiful things
A cloudy enamel saliva sea
A thundercloud pouring wisdom teeth
Coming Down
Try to catch em in your mouth...
Track Name: Bo Diddley's Opium Nightmare (F9)
Instrumental
Track Name: The Hidden Level
Instrumental
Track Name: Novacaine
I really love you novacaine
I drunk it up like some night train
The last notch of the final frame
Where the rorschach meets the ink stain
Blew up the wall that holds the phone
Just to see it explode
EXPLODOPHONE!
I'm out the door to shake that feelin.
Lyin on the floor
I'm starin at the ceiling
Your novacaine went straight to my head, so help me lay down in my bed.
Three plus one equals four ever more.
Oh, and seven from the sun
Sweet tenacious initiation.
There's a sacro to the sanct.
And a patron to the saint.
I'm the "Sir" to your "Real"
The letter F in the word feel.
Your novacaine went straight to my head, so help me lay down in my bed.
Novacaine
Novacaine
Novacaine
Novacaine
Three plus one equals four ever more.
Oh, and seven from the sun
Sweet tenacious initiation.
There's a sacro to the sanct.
And a patron to the saint.
I'm the "Sir" to your "Real"
The letter F in the word feel.
Your novacaine went straight to my head, so help me lay down in my bed.