The Ape Canyon Demos

by Captain Three Leg

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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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Track Name: A. Boob
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
Track Name: Tag, You're It!
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
Track Name: Do It Tomorrow
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
Track Name: Ineffective Weaponry
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
Track Name: Cop Socker
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
Track Name: Bloody Death
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
Track Name: Show Sitter
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
Track Name: Paying for Something Twice
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
Track Name: Chimp Attack
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
Track Name: Two Weeks in a Band
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
Track Name: Terrorizer Glitch
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
Track Name: Silverware Sucks
(Sockeye cover)
Track Name: Hot Chocolate
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
Track Name: Tag, You're It! (Alternate Demo Version)
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
Track Name: Do it Tomorrow (Alternate Demo Version)
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
Track Name: Ineffective Weaponry (Alternate Demo Version)
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
Track Name: Breeding Platform
(instrumental)