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A collaboration between Mike Patton (Faith No More, Mr. Bungle, Fantomas,) and The Dillinger Escape Plan, this four song EP is a wildly progressive amalgam of musical styles that combines the feral intensity of hardcore, the technical precision of metal, mind-boggling tempo changes and sonic textures usually associated only with experimental electronic music. "Irony Is A Dead Scene" pushes the limits of speed, composition and complexity. Perhaps the most extraordinary track is a cover of Aphex Twin's "Come To Daddy" which brilliantly and significantly serves to blur the distinction between "electronic" and "live" music.
The Dillinger Escape Plan with Mike Patton
All songs written and performed by The Dillinger Escape Plan and Mike
Patton except "Come to Daddy" Written by Richard D. James, C 1997 Chrysalis Songs (BMI).
Produced by Benjamin Weinman, Mike Patton, and Chris Pennie.
Engineered by Chris Badami @ Portrait Recording Studios, Lincoln Park NJ.
Mixed by Steve Evetts @ Show Place Studios, Dover NJ.
Mastered by Alan Douches @ West West Side Studios, Tenafly NJ.
Design by Nick Pritchard @ metrosea.com
Dillinger's publishing info: RELAPSE RELEASE MUSIC (ASCAP), ADMINISTERED BY RYKOMUSIC (ASCAP)
Mike Patton's publishing info: MAL DI GOLA (ASCAP)
Management: Anti-Firm Mgt. E-mail: toma@buddyhead.com
Booking: U.S. / Sandi Schaffer, Evolution Talent
Europe / Jim Morewood , Mean Fiddler
Legal Representation: Aaron D. Rosenberg for Greenberg Traurig LLP Entertainment
Contact: The Dillinger Escape Plan P.O. Box 784 Morris Plains, NJ 07950
Online: http://www.dillingerescapeplan.com
The Dillinger Escape Plan uses: ESP, Mesa Boogie, Vater, Sabian, Premier, Ampeg, and Ernie Ball.
The Dillinger Escape Plan would like to thank their own damn selves and Mike Patton for making this possible (as well as a few various loved ones who put up with a lot of shit). Mike Patton would like to thank the Los Angeles Lakers and the Rockaway Township Police Department.
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When Good Dogs Do Bad Things
I'm the best you'll ever have
You're the best I'll never have
Pain...
Gone.
Rain...
Stop.
Sun...
Shine.
You're...
Mine.
Here kitty kitty kitty
MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY
Listen:
listen through the walls
the sound of quick footsteps sneaking down the hall
whispers
the pages turning
the leaky roof
the toilet flushing
numbers on the license plate
I'm nothing more then
The best you'll never have
A speck on your bedroom wall
A blood red waterfall
THE BEST YOU WILL EVER HAVE
Your dead things are locked up inside
Blow smoke rings straight back in time
Roses floating out with the tide
Dance and sing under gunfire
Open wings slowly take flight...
Around these parts a fly can live---
A fly can live a thousand years
but a man cannot die soon enough, true enough
A smiling drunk nursing a glass of milk
A girl with a face like prison bread
Over the kitchen noise I hear them howl at me
A scabby ketchup bottle and a two-dollar bill
I guess its time to pay the bill, but you know I never will
I'm hungry still...
RUN AWAY RUN AWAY RUN AWAY RUN AWAY
Mercy killing on the way
Never thought I'd hear you say
Falling to your knees and pray now...
In this crowded place I could swing a cat
And not even hit a soul...
It's just the lonely vacuum of human black holes
And I'm as dry as these thirsty trees
with big city thoughts in the dirty breeze...
promising to set me free
"waiter, check please..."
I'M THE BEST YOU WILL EVER HAVE
Pig Latin
Do you remember where you were on that day?
A day of life sentences and x-rays
My name was on that birthday cake
[Chinga]
Your mother, your father, your brother and the thing under the covers
Your lover, the others, the leeches and the serpents and the suckers
Your mother, your father, the babies and the nurses and the doctors
Your lover, the others, the waiting room, the gurney and the druggers
Your mother, your father, the comas and the way the spirits hover
Your lover, the others, I thought I wasn't smart enough to suffer
Speaking pig latin
Kiss me goodnight
Dreaming white satin
Kiss me goodnight
Freedom--- tying your legs down
Freedom--- fucking your brains out
Freedom--- blowing the candles out
Freedom--- waving to the crowd
And I hate long goodbyes anyway...
Hollywood Squares
Game over, you win.
Game over, I win.
The Sleigh bells are a-ringing, the children they are singing
The memories are fleeting, a little game of {Paper, Scissors, Rock}
The wedding Bells are ringing, the shotgun is a-singing
Now (?) your fingers steady, a little game of {Paper, Scissors, Rock}
You are my lucky penny, my local anesthetic
Ritual bloodletting, we play a game of {Paper, Scissors, Rock}
A lion tamer yelling, your first piano lesson
A 4--leaf contraceptive, we play a game of {Paper, Scissors, Rock}
A sweaty palm reading, a lucky shot of whiskey
Now come and rub my belly, a little game of {Paper, Scissors, Rock}
O's and X's
Hollywood Squares
X's and O's
Bloody Tic-Tac-Toe
Not in your song
I'm not your singer
Not in your poem
I'm not your stanza
I'm not a color in your rainbow
But now which team
Are you rooting for?
We're Hollywood Squares
We're going nowhere
I'm an 'X'
You're an 'O'
And this is the end...
The End.
Come To Daddy
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