From the Archives, Vol 1, 2005-2011

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1.	bacon blues 05:21	lyrics
i got the bills to pay, i got bills way past due i got to pay the rent and pay ol' taxman too oh lord, i ain't got no bacon what's a poor old man to do woke up this mornin', i think my belly's hollow went down the stairs and opened the icebox door oh son, there ain't no bacon in this house ain't been since many years ago walkin' home, i saw a penny in the street mama told me, boy you got to eat yes i'm scrapin' all my change cuz that bacon can't be beat
2.	high life 05:15	info
3.	bald mullet 03:31	info
4.	el muerto (headless rider) 07:31	info
5.	chub it up 03:05	info
6.	as the world burns 06:01	info
7.	2009 jams 11:31	info
8.	tube top 03:35	info
9.	pizza for breakfast 03:56	info
10.	godJAMit 12:38	info
11.	she-mullet 04:15	info
12.	northbound 05:07	lyrics
now i thank god we've reached the end empty roads ahead of me i've got the wind all around me, and my precious angel's next to me i won't tell no one where i'm going i won't be found for two more days i'm headed northbound, to where the sunshine sings and by night, we'll fly with devils wings clear skies and lakes are calling now green trees are beckoning to me and if you listen very closely you'll hear them calling out to thee i won't tell no one where i'm going i won't be found for two more days i'm headed northbound, to where the music rings and my angel comes down on me with gilded wings
13.	you're fired 10:26	lyrics
If you could be in their place Seeing things through their eyes Then you’d know whats goin' on It’s a hell of a place Filled with death every day But you’re sitting safe at home try for just one moment imagine what they’ve gone through and maybe you can tell me Why do they fucking need to die? It’s bullshit They’re dyin’ well you’ve been bought and sold the dollar sways your vote while you smile and stab our backs we trusted you with power you served the highest bidder so maybe you could tell me Why must you fake, lie and deny? It’s bullshit Denial If you could be in their place Seeing things through their eyes Then you’d know whats goin' on It’s a hell of a place Filled with death every day But you’re sitting safe at home we trusted you with power you served the highest bidder I hereby serve notice, get out , Motherfucker –you are fired! It’s bullshit You’re fired Blood on your hands
14.	2010-11 retooling 18:30	info

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A selection of recordings from our writing sessions and jams.

These songs capture moments in our evolution, but many also became touchstones for us in our musical journey, as we returned to them in our jam sessions over and over again. We hope you enjoy these glimpses into our history and our creative process. Be sure to visit the pages for each track as they contain notes that tell our stories.