The Deli Of Life

by The Hanslick Rebellion

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"Re-forming after a ten-year break, these Albany, New York power poppers drop the year's most undeniable riff ('You Are Boring The Shit Out Of Me') and the video is office-nerd genius." - SPIN

"The Hanslick Rebellion were perhaps the most formidable and ferocious band to ever emerge from Albany, a monstrous consortium of fine players, singers, rockers, writers and performers who made the rare leap from campus (in their case, UAlbany) talent shows to success in the regional club scene. The world was a better place because they rocked some stages as hard as stages can be rocked... Such a great band. Pity we let them escape from Albany. We suck." - J. Eric Smith, The Albany Times Union

"Another New York outfit with Kramer's fingerprints on it (he mastered this disc)... these guys cycle through an astonishing amount of material in six songs." - Jon Worley, Aiding & Abetting

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released 08 May 2007
© 2007 The Hanslick Rebellion

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Track Name: Caught
You left the lights on
You left the car in park
And if you hurry
You could be back by dark
Yeah, Two, she's beautiful
Three dotes on you
Maybe Four's just physical
But One waits at home
She's got receipts and your phone
Well she's always been smarter than you

Check the mirror
Make sure your collar's straight
No trace of lipstick
Oh hurry, you'll be late
One: she knows
Why you stay out late
She smells 'em on your clothes
Drive slow, 'cause when you get back
She'll ask you why you do what you do

It's a pittance to play
Now baby won't play it anyway
They're gonna come to you
What will you say?
Track Name: Make My Heart Stop
Swelled to twice its size
Greedy bloodshot eyes
Suck the velvet marrow dry

Make my heart stop
Tease the beast
'Til it broke its leash
Now I'm trying hard to make my heart stop
Pumping your name
Through my burning veins
Where it will remain until you make my heart stop
Firing off rounds
You can take me down
If that's what you gotta do to make my heart stop
Thrashing and throbbing
Like a lynching mob
Like an old, blind god

Please don't waste your time
Please do not be kind
Please don't smile at Mr. Hyde

Make my heart stop
Tease the beast
'Til it broke its leash
Now I'm trying hard to make my heart stop
Pumping your name
Through my burning veins
Where it will remain until you make my heart stop
Firing off rounds
You can take me down
If that's what you gotta do to make my heart stop
Thrashing and throbbing
Like a lynching mob
Like an old, blind god

Love is now a crime
Track Name: You Are Boring The Shit Out Of Me
There he is
Hey buddy
How was your weekend?
Yeah, mine was too short.
Hey, did you catch the ballgame?
Hot enough for ya?
Must be that global warming.
So, banker's hours, huh?

Are you working hard
Or hardly working?
Working hard
Or hardly working?
Working hard
Or hardly working?

Jesus fuckin Christ, fuck off
You are boring the shit out of me
Take it to the next cube
Take it to the next job
I don't care
I don't care
Take it anywhere
Just get out of here

There he is
Hey, listen to what me and my buddies did.
Check out this drawing that my kid did.
You'll never guess what my dog did.
So, banker's hours, huh?

Holiday
Just got back from my holiday
'Cause I know you give a shit about my holiday
Brought all my photos in.
Here's the kids on the Tilt-A-Whirl
Here's the kids with Mickey Mouse
Here's the kids by the swimming pool
Here's the kids at grandma's house
Here's the kids in the back of the car
Here's the kids with the -

Jesus fuckin Christ, fuck off
You are boring the shit out of me
Take it to the next cube
Take it to the next job
I don't care
I don't care
Take it anywhere
Just get out of here

Are you working hard
Or hardly working?
Working hard
Or hardly working?
Working hard
Or hardly working?
Track Name: Photograph
Remember that day
We wuz laughing at something
At something I said
It's cold out for May
At the end we said nothing
Ain't nothing to say
Yeah I know
I know you had to go
You had to go

Well I got this photograph
It says we were in love
Funny how the time that passed
Don't seem so long to me

So here's how we'll stay:
The good time at 3 x 5
While the bad
Fade away
I framed you today
You smiled through the glass at me
I love it when you smile at me
You smile at me

Well I got this photograph
It says we were in love
Funny how the time that passed
Don't seem so long to me

I
I still smell you
On my pillow
Late at night
And I
Built up graveyards
Filled with ashes
Of that life

Well I got this photograph
It says we were in love
Funny how the time that passed
Don't seem so long to me
Track Name: Pop
You sold me out
You sold me out
You sold me out for a promise from a little man
With a carrot on a stick
And your dick in his hand

You sold me out
You sold me out
You let a bunch of little kids without a blessed clue
Barely old enough for braces
Be the boss of you

You sold me out
You sold me out
Just like Metallica, Nirvana, Rage and Aerosmith
And a thousand other bands
That couldn't keep our faith

Now
You sulk in the corner
Where they backed you up
In a vulgar display of power pop goes your dignity
There goes your dignity
And you can't bite back
'Cause your teeth are rotten
From a mouth all full of sugar pop goes your dignity -
Your fuckin dignity!

You sold me out
You sold me out
Must have been easy to convince yourself that we were through
Once you realized
You couldn't make me sell out too

You sold me out
You sold me out
You sold me out for a pittance, and away you went
Let's see how long those 30 silver pieces cover your rent

Now
You sulk in the corner
Where they backed you up
In a vulgar display of power pop goes your dignity
There goes your dignity
And you can't bite back
'Cause your teeth are rotten
From a mouth all full of sugar pop goes your dignity -
Your fuckin dignity!

(You sold me out)
Blood in a bead on the tips of our fingers
(You sold me out)
Mix until we are brothers
(You sold me out)
Now we're in this together
(You sold me out)
Can't take it back, ever
(You sold me out)
Blood in my throat, on my tongue, on my fingers
(You sold me out)
Sop it up and collect it
(You sold me out)
Let 'em bottle and sell it
(You sold me out)
Now you're listening to it, yeah

As you stare from the corner
Where they backed you up
In a vulgar display of power pop goes your dignity
There goes your dignity
And you can't bite back
'Cause your teeth are rotten
From a mouth all full of sugar pop goes your dignity -
Your fuckin dignity!
Twenty years' sweat and tears,
Working up your chops
But your guitar's just a prop for the kiddie pop goes your dignity
There goes your dignity
Spitting blame from the corner
Where they backed you up
Is it lonely at the top of the pop goes your dignity -
Your fuckin dignity!

You sold me out
You sold me out
Such a waste of time and effort
Such a waste of love
You're the biggest disappointment
In a lifetime of.
Track Name: The Day My Baby Broke My Heart
Sentiment and flowers
Won't save
When the warmth that was your pride turns into rage
And when you get your mind out
It won't take you home
And coming on a fire won't keep me warm

You know that's not true
'Cause she promised
She wouldn't leave

I bought myself a suit that day
And a pair of high-heeled shoes to change my gait
I could waste my time with people passing through
They won't rid me of the bitter taste of you

She promised
She wouldn't leave

I tried to write down all the reasons why
I won't commit myself to burning when I die
There was nothing I came up with
That sounded true
But the off chance that an ash runs into you.