Postcards from Purgatory (excerpted)

by The Self-Proclaimed Rockstars

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Excerpts from the April '11 LP, Postcards from Purgatory

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released 23 April 2011
All songs written by The Self-Proclaimed Rockstars
Produced by Rjan Savary
Recorded at our own damn studio by our own broke asses
Mastered by Jeff Lipton (asst. by Maria Rice) at Peerless Mastering

Painting by Steve DeBenedictis
All other artwork by Christa Weiss of Shameless Design

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The Self-Proclaimed Rockstars are an alternative rock band passionately in love with furious fuzz and wonky surf riffs. Their songs and lyrics match their personality - sarcastic and honest laced with a dark sense of humor.

“They are deceiving, deep, talented, at times aggressive and always on point. They are a living, breathing, walking music video.” - Andrew “Crank” Murr of 93.5 WZBH
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Track Name: No Purple Hearts for Self-Inflicted Wounds
You say it's a blessing
But you lie right to my face
Don't be so sure that it's not mercy
Mercy? Leave it at my door
You said that, I did this
Let's just call this what it is
Sometimes sorry's aren't the hardest part

You know
That you know
So quit crying on my shoulder
You know that you know
Too bad it's almost...

Over-zealous, your fall precedes your pride
As you stand in the dark
Tryin to point me towards the light
Seems you got what you want
One big fish in one small pond
Courage never was a part-time job

You know that you know
It wasn't so bad
You know that you know
You know I know that

You said "don't play nice"
Thanks for the advice

Did you really think the race would stop
Because you don't want to run?
You can't paint the finish line
Or fire the starting gun
You took your plans, added a wrench
And now your star sits on the bench
Hope your memory does the job for you

You know, that you know
This time it's really over
You know that you know
So quit crying on my shoulder
You know that you know
So quit crying on my shoulder

My shoulder's just been handed
The load that you abandoned
The sympathy is over
Quit crying on my...
Track Name: Fallout (or 'How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Purgatory')
You and I could be a finely tuned machine
For manufacturing
Dust and cobwebs
Our lives are lingering in limbo
Where the bar's been set so low
We've given up
And just lay down

Just now I swear I thought
I heard the sound of falling bombs
I always believed the world would
end inside my lifetime
But we're safe in our fallout shelter
Nothing good or bad gets in or out


I found our polaroid and was silently amazed
To see the reds and blues and greens
We've been inside so long
That the photocopied greys are all I see
So just stay down
Track Name: A Cold Sleep (with hidden track)
The second coming; well it came and went
Without a sniff of the Heaven sent
Perhaps we haven't made a dent
Due to lacking entertainment

I really do I really do believe
That God is giving us the third degree and
Accepting it complacently
Becomes the mark of successful society

That just waits for death
And won't seek glory
And will never escape from Purgatory
They don't climb a single story
For fear that they should fall

I believe that what we're told to do
Is just a passionless distraction from the honest truth
And if you ain't got a thing to prove
Why in God's name would God name you?


You just wait for death
And won't seek glory
And will never escape from Purgatory
You won't climb a single story
So scared that you might fall


You can live the life that some call "blessed"
With families in khakis and a Sunday dress
He's seen your story and he ain't impressed
We all know how it ends

You'll wait for death
You won't seek glory
And you'll never escape form Purgatory
You won't climb a single story
Scared that you might fall
We've got

Cheat death and
Go seek our glory if wanna escape
From Purgatory
We gotta write a different story
Don't you go alone

The second coming; well it came it went
The second coming; well it came it went...
Track Name: Whisky
Well I'm bored, I'm floored
I'm shakin in my drawers
And I'm feelin like a little kid
'Cause your highs, your lows and
The powder on your nose
Looks worse than it ever did
So sit back, relax, put some creases in your slacks
Get off of the defensive 'cause I'm not on the attack
And let me entertain you if I can

Pulled my pistols out at noon,
Stumbled into the saloon sayin
"What's the strongest thing you got?"
Can't you see I'm far from fine?
I don't need no beer or wine
I just took a bullet, now I'm gonna take a shot
Of whisky

Gimme something for this heartache
Leave that bottle t'wash it down
I'm two sips right from the sidewalk
But I won't easily go down

Pulled my pistols out at noon,
Stumbled into the saloon sayin
"What's the strongest thing you got?"
Can't you see I'm far from fine?
I don't need no beer or wine
I just took a bullet, now I'm gonna take a shot
Of whisky

Well I'm bored, I'm floored
I'm shakin in my drawers
And I'm feelin like a little kid
'Cause your highs, your lows and
The powder on your nose
Looks worse than it ever did
So sit back, relax, our one out and toss it back
Get off of the defensive 'cause I'm not on the attack
And let me entertain you like I can
Track Name: Suburban Kingpin
Started off as an occasional high
But now you spin it for some scratch on the side
You bought some sneakers
And a sleeker ride
You got it all figured out, thank you very much
Biz is boomin; you've upgraded your stash
To pills, powders, needles, cocaine and hash
Perhaps you shouldn't push some punch like that
While you're still livin with your mom and your dad

Now you're too big to hide in this small town
Snitches are squealin, don't you hear the sound?
The 5-0 is pushin' your folks around
It's goin down, down, down, down, down, da-da-da-down

A Good behavior musta saved ya bout a half a decade
Now you're headin back home
Where you got yourself made
Conscience clean, your debt repaid
Got it all figured out, thank you very much
Lil labor job hooked up through your dad
Soon you'll be union and that ain't too bad
A Cleaner diet, keep it quiet, you like it like that
'till the cash flow calls you back

You're back on the take, back on the 'roll
They put you in their pocket and you do what you're told
Then the cops nab you just for runnin' a toll
It's goin down, down, down, down, down, da-da-da-down


It's goin down Suburban Kingpin
It's goin down once again
It's goin down Suburban Kingpin
You're goin down
Thank you very much, Suburban Kingpin

Thank you very much.
Track Name: Pretty Baby, Dirty Momma
Pretty baby
Dirty momma
Shouldn't hit that
But you're gonna
'nother Friday
On the scene
What will you say, when they ask you
"Where you been?"

You know you
Wear your daughter's gloss and glitter
You can barely feed your litter
Come on pick it up, you're no quitter
Better call your babysitter


Pretty baby
Dirty momma
Tell me why do your baby's Barbies
Smell like marijuana?
Maybe daddy off 'n split
Shoulda told him to stop cuttin those lines
And start cutting the shit

I know you
Wear your daughter's gloss and glitter
You can barely feed your litter
Come on pick it up, you're no quitter
Better call your babysitter

Get your shit up now
Better help yourself
Take your homecoming crown
Put that damn thing down
It seems plan A has failed
And now that ship has sailed
Get your dreams in line
And listen to your baby cry

Pretty baby
Dirty Momma
Where's your future?
It's a goner

And you're a dirty dirty dirty momma