Yes, Mayhem (2010)

Yes, Mayhem

Music written by Dan Taylor and lyrics by James Moats.

This is Dan's first solo album and of course, he piled on every talented person he could find:

"This album is a love letter to all my bandmates, past and present.
-Dan"

The bass and drums were recorded at Dan's and Kevin's houses, while all other contributors recorded themselves at their respective houses and transferred them in the form of ones and zeros back to Dan through a series of tubes. Grant mastered (masterfully) all the tracks and also put down some brutal and not so brutal guitars.

Contributors include:
Dan Taylor - bass, guitar, keyboard, hand claps, audio collage
James Moats - vocals, guitar, percussion, sequencing
Grant Henry - guitar
Kevin Lawrence - drums
Jason Cox - crapparatus, wurlitzer, accordion
Ryan Stern - guitar
Dan Behrens - guitar
Julian Martlew - slide guitar
Pledger Fretwell - guitar
George Nowik - keyboard

Listen/download on Bandcamp

Track listing

1. Release
i can' see idle eyes can deceive it's not until you're lost that you can truly start to see i believe and i reach inside of me views are contradicting i'm not sure what i believe i'm ready for release keep it packed away inside of me i've got to try and save this waning energy just deny inside the riot's raging just try not to run away silent movies the academy red carpet laid down fly by i like the way today that i am feeling drink away the gray that leaves me reeling just deny the why and then release forget about yesterday
2. Naked Fight
You came by this morning and were scaring the children Tried to slip one by me and opened the door for this Don't bring Jehovah to a naked fight Your message of hope is lost on the hopeful You got me out of the water and I won't bring a towel Don't bring Jehovah to a naked fight Witness this while I swing in so many ways Witness this while I am whisking you away Why take the time away Sunny Saturday To walk around talking To those you can not save In any way We have gotten off tract Let's just take a step back You can't bring Jehovah to a
3. Neatomatter
this is where i come to think about things this is how i come to find things to think about that's why i'm here tonight i need to think it's like you turn around and everything has changed that's why i'm here tonight i need to think i'm in a bad way here and that's it it's what i can't figure out cuz life's grand and now i think that i think too much about the things that don't matter that's why i'm here tonight i need to matter i need to be something
4. Corporate Rock
equitable investments the mining of souls thank you for the corner that i've backed myself into it saved me from digging a hole pork bellies executive salaries the masochist corral it's the big round up and corporate branding i think i need a pep talk motivation and leadership appreciation would do the trick it just might keep me from going postal and blowing you all away it's just prison time i think that i'm losing my mind just look at me it's not hard to believe that i'm completely insane
5. Tessellating
6. Reliable
It comes around again Here you are one more time A glutton For my punishment It's sadistic Or is it Masochistic? I can't keep them straight Maybe it's both Maybe both Take care Of yourself But it was good, You're right For the most part I know Recognize It is a shame It's such a waste Don't go it alone Don't stay home Go be known Just leave me alone No hard feelings Just leave me alone Leave me alone I can't take it Take care of Yourself Let me Worry about Me
7. Nine To Six
we'll walk in the blowing snow pushing forward now our shoes are soaked can't feel my extremities still shaken by the scenery feel no warmth from the sun look around at everyone try and talk my face is fixed cold treated nine to six life for me hands clasped sand between our toes red ball rising now i'm good to go up too early but it's worth it all tidal times will always rise and fall feel unstressed in the sun escape the race was won try and talk my tongue is thick cold treated nine to six life for me take only calculated risks trust is often like a swinging fist be so careful when you cross a friend who may lack pity who may not forget
8. Sunday Best
he puts on his sunday best and walks around downtown she thinks he needs some help but he doesn't want help at all i'm tired of this limp this leg is not a good fit she feels sorry for him she doesn't want to see him cry again i'm tired of this lisp i want to get my speech fixed he's got a job at the cinn-a-bon where the pretty girls come he likes the fact that they're not quite fat yet from eating all of that shit their moms will drop them off at the door and come back at four he's got a phat car that he drives like a rock star they're walking side by side down the aisle just like the first time this is the day that she's been waiting for her parents are here i haven't seen mine in years now they're going to have a baby and he's not quite ready for that
9. Fevered Egos
10. Whore Shoes
We told them all the right and wrong Soon they'll be on their own To speak with voice all their own Then you're absolved It's a natural cycle - bipedal Traffic backed up on a hill While they struggle Then it's resolved Is it genetic What makes us think it Products of our up- Bringing us down I'm getting close That only counts Well, you know For nothing at all Is it genetic What makes us think it Products of our up- Bringing us down Now the time is drawing near - It's not enough Almost done with nonsense - No, you're not Maybe twenty years from now - That's not even close That's not even close There's an old saying I know you've heard it Close only counts in Whore shoes and hand grenades
11. Take 2
12. Victim
on the floor wall to wall cold and hard idiot it gets worse i know it does i know it will experience dying inside money fucked empty gut idiot palm trees white meat marinate learn to hate i must have missed something i'm a lucky son of a gun formaldehyde and flowers the smoking section i don't know the date and the time i'm afraid of this state of mind waiting to die cigarette kill the pain inside rubber band gun let it fly say goodbye hold the fucker down fill the car with rain and sand we're all going to disney land formaldehyde and flowers the smoking section it's all the old aggression touch a face and kick it in