1. |
Pilgrimage #49
03:26
|
|||
|
I'm moving onward, go where I wanna be
I'm gazing to the skies, looking for all the answers
Who will help me realize where I'm going from here?
And now it's my time to search among the stars
Away from it all, a comfortable feeling
Who will help me figure where I'm going with this?
|
||||
2. |
||||
|
This song is too repetitive so I gave it some lyrics
Yr. responses were negative, no one'll even hear it
Give me a few guitar lessons, these notes I don't understand
I'm up here strumming and stressin' "Why am I not in a band?"
Gone down The Rabbit Hole and I think I hear the final boss
I guess that I am gonna die, but it's not so big a loss
I'm playing my own battle score, a snake eating its own tail
As ironic as having poured gas before a dragon's meal
The only thing to fear is when there's nothing left to fear
Which of us, band or audience, is the one that can't hear?
Do I need to step closer to the mic or to the mirror?
Can I be any clearer? Do I need to be clearer?
With the events that unfold and be told
Receive experience whole from weeks old
Not given as default, straight driven to the heart
Where from do I really start?
Can I be any clearer? Do I need to be clearer?
Do I need to step closer to the mic or to the mirror?
Which of us, band or audience, is the one that can't hear?
The only thing to fear is when there's nothing left to fear
|
||||
3. |
Come Around
03:35
|
|||
|
Don't come on to me with absolute truth
Cause I'll put you in jail and I won't let you out
Until you come around, come around, come around
It's gonna come around, come around, come around
Until you come around, come around, come around
It's gonna come around, everyone, everywhere
Until you come around, come around
It's gonna come around, come around
You're gonna have to come around, come around
Everybody and everyone and everywhere
Don't come on to me with absolute truth
Cause I'll put you in jail and I won't let you out
Until you come around, come around, come around
It's gonna come around, come around, come around
Until you come around, come around, come around
It's gonna come around, everyone, everywhere
Until you come around, come around
It's gonna come around, come around
You're gonna have to come around, come around
Everybody and everyone and everywhere
|
||||
4. |
||||
|
Say the word and you'll be free
Say the word and be like me
Say the word I'm thinking of
Have you heard the word is "fuck"?
It's so fine, it's sunshine
It's the word "fuck"
In the beginning I misunderstood
But now I've got it, the word is good
Spread the word and you'll be free
Spread the word and be like me
Spread the word I'm thinking of
Have you heard the word is "fuck"?
It's so fine, it's sunshine
It's the word "fuck"
Everywhere I go, I hear it said
In the good and the bad books that I have read
Say the word and you'll be free
Say the word and be like me
Say the word I'm thinking of
Have you heard the word is "fuck"?
It's so fine, it's sunshine
It's the word "fuck"
Now that I know what I feel must be right
I'm here to show everybody the light
Give the word a chance to say
That the word is just the way
It's the word I'm thinking of
And the only word is "fuck"
It's so fine, it's sunshine
It's the word "fuck"
Say the word "fuck"
Say the word "fuck"
Say the word "fuck"
Say the word "fuck"
|
||||
5. |
Cigarette Break
01:07
|
|||
6. |
Cotton Crown Part II
05:03
|
|||
|
a. Intro (McMillon)
b. She's a Star (Moore/McMillon)
She falls asleep, she's a star
I'm a little creep, melting planet candy bar
I'm counting sheep, she's a star
She sings in her sleep, my vanilla candy bar
Together forever a little longer now
Outside of the window, marshmallow pillow cloud
Inside of her bedroom, her tongue against her mouth
Inside of her head, she really loves it down south
She really really loves it down south
She really really really likes it down there
She really really loves it down south
She really really really likes it down there
She really really loves it down south (I really really love it down south)
She really really really likes it down there (I really really really like it down there)
She really really loves it down south (I really really love it down south)
She really really really likes it down there (I really really really like it down there)
c. I Really Really Love It Down South (Gordon/McMillon)
(I hitch-hiked down south last summer. I really like it there.
I lived there when I was really young in Tennessee and Alabama.
This girl in an a beat-up truck picked me up in the middle of nowhere.
I told her I was just hitchin' 'round and she said I could stay with her for a little.
It was 100 degrees out so I said "Sure," and we went to her house:
This big old cool shady home on this old rundown plantation.
And we fucked all day
And we fucked all night
And we fucked all day
And it was really great
I really really love it down south
I really really really like it down there
I really really love it down south
I really really really like it down there
After about a week or so, I thought maybe I should go
So I told this to her and her sister and the two girls both said "No"
And we fucked all day
And we fucked all night
And we fucked all day
And it was really great
I really really love it down south
I really really really like it down there
I really really love it down south
I really really really like it down there)
I really really love it down south (She really really loves it down south)
I really really really like it down there (She really really really likes it down there)
I really really love it down south (She really really loves it down south)
I really really really like it down there (She really really really likes it down there)
d. She's a Star (Reprise) (Moore/McMillon)
I'm staying awake, she's a star
Dammit heaven's sake, she's a star
Going going gone, she's a star
Broken TV's on, she's a star
Bush pigs and fox tails, she's a star
Big rats in trash pails, she's a star
She falls asleep, she's a star
I'm a little creep, melting planet candy bar
I'm counting sheep, she's a star
She sings in her sleep, my vanilla candy bar
|
||||
7. |
You And I Are One
04:24
|
|||
|
When you blink, I am also blinking, and when you suffer, I suffer too
When the world is at yr. disposal, then everything just gets dropped on you
This is almost impossible to manage, 'cause there's no plan for me to see through
When you connect, I connect with you, and when you're silent, I'm also dumb
When you think about what's next to come, then I will be making that thing come
And when you think it's actually over, it's really starting to be begun
You and I are one, you and I are one, you and I are one, you and I are one (x3)
You and I are one, you and I are one, you and I are one, you and I are one (x3)
|
||||
8. |
Wanna Be a Celebrity?
01:49
|
|||
|
My town's gonna need a new famous person
Cause all we got now is one Drew Petersen
Why couldn't Bolingbrook be like Aberdeen?
At least they got a dead and buried sacred martyr
But drug abuse and prostitutes and doing all those interviews
Why would anyone wanna be a celebrity?
Cause drug abuse and prostitutes and too many political views
Why would anyone wanna be a celebrity?
My town's gonna need a new famous person
Cause all we got now is one Drew Petersen
Why couldn't Bolingbrook be like Aberdeen?
At least they got a dead and buried sacred martyr
But drug abuse and prostitutes and doing all those interviews
Why would anyone wanna be a celebrity?
Cause drug abuse and prostitutes and too many political views
Why would anyone wanna be a celebrity?
|
||||
9. |
Thanks for the Pressure
06:27
|
|||
|
Thanks for the pressure, fuck
You can bleeding beat us up
But you still cannot scare us
We know what you're cooking up
Mutant monster cockroaches
Making babies in our kitchen
I'm petrified in my bed
I hear their hard shells clicking
As they hump and multiply
A big one's crouched under the bed
The slightest move and its leg comes over
I guess I'm wrong, I guess I'm scared
Thanks for the pressure, stick
Try and make me pray in school
You have to beat us up, beat us up
Beat us up, beat us up, beat us up
Beat us up, beat us up, beat us up
Beat us up, beat us up, beat us up
Thanks, thanks for the pressure
Thanks, thanks for the pressure
Thanks, thanks for the pressure
|
||||
Derrick McMillon Joliet, Illinois
The background image is "Wheat Ear" by Salvador Dalí, 1932. The order of the releases are neither chronological nor alphabetical, but rather relative best to relative worst.
Derrick McMillon recommends:
My friend Katelyn is the bassist and my other friend/her boyfriend Hunter drew the cover.
go to album
Six Feet Under Suburbia
by RIPTYDE
Hunter did the cover for this one too, and he plays drums. My other friend Chris sings and plays guitar.
go to album
No Friends Club / Lachesist EP
by No Friends Club / Lachesist
Not a band. Part-record label, part-self-described secret cult. This is the reason why I made a Bandcamp account (which I made the same day my friend's brother made his I think).
go to albumIf you like Sonic Hitler Youth, you may also like:
Raid on the White Tiger Regiment
by Sunik Kim
Sunik Kim pulls beauty and meaning out of dense yet accessible knots of textural noise and wordless chaos.
go to album
A wild free improvisational ride that melds free jazz, black metal, noise rock, and lounge into one vision.
go to album
Absolute Still Life
by Wreck and Reference
The imaginative L.A. noise duo look to the future and see only destruction on their latest album of prickly, shadowy electronica.
go to album
