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The Ape Canyon Demos

by Captain Three Leg

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1.
A. Boob 00:47
You live alone You always have You sit at home And always will You never date Never get laid Your touch yourself You named it Your friends all get together and they talk about their sins When conversation turns to sex, you’re eager to join in You named your dick “A. Boob”, then you squeezed with all your might So when they ask when you last touched one you can say it was last night You think about A.Boob, because he’s always within reach You wrestle with him twice a day, a game you always win
2.
HIV infected land Epidemic out of hand People ridden with disease Painful death is guaranteed AIDS infected old man got in trouble with his dick So he goes to see the witch doctor to see about a fix The blood of a clean virgin seems to be his only hope So he rapes her and infects her body, what a fucking dope Women trading sex for fish HIV always at risk Dying, arid continent Precautions haven’t made a dent Withered bodies out of breath No escaping certain death Family members drop like flies One by one everyone dies Education and preventive measures haven’t made a dent Sexual partners are picked out with no thought given to consent Dying babies born with HIV from mom’s infected slit While the teams of doctors fuck up, don’t know how to deal with it
3.
Postpone Delay Suspend Put things off until the very last minute As long as possible Anything that can be done today Can wait until tomorrow Let’s wait Prolong Hesitate I do things at a different pace No sense of urgency Deadlines pass with no results I’ll try and look concerned Postpone Delay Prolong Suspend This D.I.T. ethic, it flows through my veins From a long line of slackers, I’m the worst of the bunch I sleep late in the day and wake up around lunch Your constant reminders always fall on deaf ears Why do it today when you can do it tomorrow? Postpone Delay Prolong Suspend
4.
A genre based on image first, it’s what sets them apart Dressed in black with metal spikes in order to look tough You raid your mother’s make-up case, grease up your face like death Then steal a pitchfork from the barn and mount it on your wall Standing in the woods and taking pictures holding swords Your ineffective weapons are no match for a gun Choose the dumbest weapon in an effort to look kvlt High contrasted pictures behind mom’s house with flaming torch When shit does down, you’re blown away, you won’t even stand a chance Might as well be armed with boxing gloves, they’ll do you just as good Historically correct, but guaranteed to get you killed Your ineffective weaponry is anything but tough
5.
Cop Socker 00:44
Watching TV, something strikes you as odd Dialogue spoken, would sound great on a song Mark down the time, then get it on tape Samples are taken with no lyrics in mind Creeping up on 40 years, too old to write about the cops Beat to death by younger groups, now it’s a cliché But here exists this sample, now, we’re forced to use it in a song Even if it doesn’t fit, you must find a way Of course we know, we’re supposed to hate cops The reality is, some aren’t all that bad They keep us safe, they serve and protect But the sample exists, so we wrote this song Whole tapes full, of sound bytes like this Cramming them in, wherever they fit More often than not, the lyrics are shit The samples dictates the scope of the song
6.
Bloody Death 01:04
Blood flies from my open vein Would you rather die than live a life in hell? Pray for your life It will take your soul away Mutilate your mind It’s the price that you pay Mutilated bodies in a padded cell Dead victims of a terrorist act I’ll come and blow out your fucking back Pray for your life It will take your soul away Mutilate your mind It’s the price that you pay Death has never seemed so near I feel my flesh begin to sear Burning in hell is the only way to go Body organs fall, fall as white as the snow
7.
Show Sitter 00:39
90 minutes on the highway just to get us there We’re heading for the balcony and looking for a chair Spend 8 hours on my feet working at my job Being pushed around by kiddies isn’t my idea of fun A spinning pit of Clearasil, patches and black shirts I’ve seen this shit so many times; it’s lost all its appeal Show sitter When did it stop being about the music? Now swollen crowds of punks all practicing their moves Give me a seat, some earplugs and a nice cold drink This middle aged man is going to sit this one out Beat your friends, jump off the stage, whatever you see fit I’ll take my place towards the back and find somewhere to sit
8.
It’s not enough to buy new clothes A walking billboard for their brand You pay them once with purchase price From here on out you advertize If this were a magazine They’d have to pay to sell their shit You’re happy to promote their brand And put more money in their hands Support the products that you like By buying them at retail price Don’t put their stickers on your car Who gives a shit about your likes You wear your consumption on your sleeve You won’t see me pulling this shit I buy my clothes because they fit My car gives me no sense of pride I’d drive generic if I could Necessity alone determines my spending habits
9.
Chimp Attack 00:52
Ageing furry monkey Aggressive and diseased Armed with the strength of 6 grown men Ol’ Travis was enraged Drinking tea with Xanax They tried to calm him down Sandra stabbed him with a knife Only making matters worse Frantic calls to 911 are placed too late Hands and nose, eyes and lips, jaw ripped off Feasting on her soft insides and on her brain Police approach the scene They can’t believe their eyes Travis smashes through the glass The pigs both open fire Face ripped from her head And hands torn from their arms Extensive work, transplanted face There’s lawsuits to be filed
10.
Been a life long fan of music But you’ve never been involved Then one day you buy a guitar And then suddenly it’s on Flood gates open, with no end in sight Two weeks in a band, yet you’re cranking them out Releasing an album nearly every day But people stopped listening a long time ago Contaminate – you flood the scene Eliminate – all sense of structure Salivate – from what you’ve done Recreate – repeat the process Deviate – no chance in hell you’ll Dominate – with what you’ve done Regurgitate – the same old shit then Validate – share with your friends Congratulate – you on your mess A one man machine, with your bandcamp label If it were costing you money, you’d just be a fan
11.
I had the CD in my car and listened to it loads Until someone broke my window out and stole my stereo One by one I bought them back Replacing what was took But my replacement disc of Terrorizer Gave reason for concern Dead shall rise interrupted, just as it begins Like a real life version of S.O.D.’s what that fucken noise
12.
(Sockeye cover)
13.
Brush the snow off of my clothing as I come in from the cold Pour the hot chocolate, defrost my frozen bones As the liquid flows down my throat I regain feeling in my toes The warm sensation, don’t stop there Drinking my cocoa in my underwear Marshmallows on top Keep it coming, just don’t stop Drink it till it’s gone Oh, hot chocolate you’re the one For me When it is cold outside
14.
HIV infected land Epidemic out of hand People ridden with disease Painful death is guaranteed AIDS infected old man got in trouble with his dick So he goes to see the witch doctor to see about a fix The blood of a clean virgin seems to be his only hope So he rapes her and infects her body, what a fucking dope Women trading sex for fish HIV always at risk Dying, arid continent Precautions haven’t made a dent Withered bodies out of breath No escaping certain death Family members drop like flies One by one everyone dies Education and preventive measures haven’t made a dent Sexual partners are picked out with no thought given to consent Dying babies born with HIV from mom’s infected slit While the teams of doctors fuck up, don’t know how to deal with it
15.
Postpone Delay Suspend Put things off until the very last minute As long as possible Anything that can be done today Can wait until tomorrow Let’s wait Prolong Hesitate I do things at a different pace No sense of urgency Deadlines pass with no results I’ll try and look concerned Postpone Delay Prolong Suspend This D.I.T. ethic, it flows through my veins From a long line of slackers, I’m the worst of the bunch I sleep late in the day and wake up around lunch Your constant reminders always fall on deaf ears Why do it today when you can do it tomorrow? Postpone Delay Prolong Suspend
16.
A genre based on image first, it’s what sets them apart Dressed in black with metal spikes in order to look tough You raid your mother’s make-up case, grease up your face like death Then steal a pitchfork from the barn and mount it on your wall Standing in the woods and taking pictures holding swords Your ineffective weapons are no match for a gun Choose the dumbest weapon in an effort to look kvlt High contrasted pictures behind mom’s house with flaming torch When shit does down, you’re blown away, you won’t even stand a chance Might as well be armed with boxing gloves, they’ll do you just as good Historically correct, but guaranteed to get you killed Your ineffective weaponry is anything but tough
17.
(instrumental)

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released February 27, 2013

GRINDCORE CINEMA presents
a MORTVILLE NOISE production
"The Ape Canyon Demos"

These are demo versions of songs we later recorded for the "Incident at Ape Canyon" CD. We recorded them to speed up the lyric writing process before doing the real recording. Typical to how we operate, none of the lyrics were written until we recorded again in May of 2012 making this recording redundant. Instead of scrapping it, we decided to overdub vocals and release it. We didn't think anyone was going to hear this when we recorded it, so it didn't matter how badly these songs were played. All of the mistakes were left in, and because we rehearse as a two piece, there is no guitar.

Tracks 1-13 were recorded March 11, 2012 on a Tascam MF-P01. One mic was used for the drums, another for the bass. Both were ran through a splitter into a single track. Vocal overdubs were done in December 2012 using Reaper.

Tracks 14-17 were recorded sometime in 2009 on a Sony TCM-200DV Cassette-Corder hung from the ceiling. Vocal overdubs were done later using Reaper.

Cover art by Tom Kemp.
Logo by Desmond Callier

Thanks to Tom and Desmond for the artwork. Thanks to Randall for his continued support and for bringing our music to a wider audience. Thanks to all of the bands, labels and people who made the "Incident at Ape Canyon" CD happen.

"Incident at Ape Canyon" is a 9 band, 80 minute CD of unreleased material from: Violent Headache, Captain Three Leg, Wadge, Iron Butter, Rupture, Fossil Fuel, Pantalones Abajo Marinero, Whoretorn + Dysmorfic. It is available from the following labels:

At War With False Noise (UK) - www.atwarwithfalsenoise.com
DIY Noise (USA) - e.carrillo@gmail.com
Hurts to Hear (USA) - hthrecords@gmail.com
Pure Fckn' Hate Prod. (France) - purefckn8@gmail.com
Luchacore Records (South Korea) - www.facebook.com/playfastflyhigh

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