One Percent Panic

by Viva Death

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1.
Broken Nose 04:08
It comes along now all too often I find myself sliding backward Let's replace it with a memory It's never boring it's something better Up until the moment I draw my last breath I’ll never believe it's all for nothing So what's the point? Can just this once We compromise and tell no lies Wouldn't it be Nice if I could Find a way to Pacify the Drug they're selling On the street and In the air? Savior of a losing cause Seller of an uncut drug Buyer of a broken nose If nothing's wrong how am I to believe I’ve come so far when we are nowhere So let's erase it with a melody Go pick a subject and I’ll give a hand So what's the difference? It's all the same to me And if it's all the same to you then do what you do Distribution the spoils go where they go And the burden of truth sinks like a stone Wouldn't it be Nice if I could Find a way to Pacify the Drug they're selling On the street and In the air? Savior of a losing cause Seller of an uncut drug Buyer of a broken nose
2.
Be Excited 04:18
Down at the rock shop They're giving contracts out like candy bars Down at the rock shot They're spending money like they're millionaires Atrophy Down at the sock hop You jock your way up to the microphone Down at the suck up You tell a lie and then you strike a pose Running headlong Into nowhere Fucking dumbstruck By my bad luck Down at the rock shop They keep your photograph upon the wall Down at the rock shot You point the finger but you heed the call Down at the sock hop You go attracted to a million stares Down at the boardwalk You play to nobody cause no one cares Running headlong Into nowhere Fucking dumbstruck By my bad luck Clean as can be? Not any more! Pack the filth, stack the bills, and watch the bodies fall You fill me up with your reasons, I don't feel nothing at all Sweet as can be, you're the belle of the ball Running headlong Into nowhere Fucking dumbstruck By my bad luck Atrophy
3.
Suspect 05:07
I went to school today Not the one on my block, but the one of hard knocks I lost control today Your life's a world away Always eating a peach while you sit on the top Your life's a world away But I need you, just like a slap right across my back And I want you, so full my mouth I could fucking choke Am I looking for trouble? Am I looking for redress? Am I looking for morals? Am I looking for content? Do for me or let me go Do for me or let me know Why won't you let me go? The push is on its way Moving into the dark, moving out of the pack No more thrills, no more delay But I need you, though I can feel that you won't be back And I want you, so full my mouth I could fucking choke Am I looking for trouble? Am I looking for redress? Am I looking for morals? Am I looking for content? Do for me or let me go Do for me or let me know Why won't you let me go? Am I looking for trouble? Am I looking for redress? Am I looking for morals? Am I looking for content? Am I looking for problems? Am I looking for pretense? Going on about morals Am I looking for coat check?
4.
Plastered up on the side of the wall You can't relate Don't realize you've been hung out to dry Your tears away You can't love, you can't love, you can't love, You can't love, you can't walk away I bet you lose every game you play But it doesn't matter anyway cause So much alcohol So much in the world So much for the girl Deprived what you're made of And you don't even care Blackened out at the end of the road And now too late Don't realize you've been hung out to dry Your tears away You can't love, you can't love, you can't love, You can't love, you can't walk away I bet you lose every game you play But it doesn't matter anyway cause So much alcohol So much in the world So much for the girl Deprived what you're made of And you don't even care You can't love, you can't love, you can't love, You can't love, you can't walk away
5.
I get to live in your culture I get to live in your trash Tinsel eyed so scintillated I get to pick up the mess Bombs and guns and aeroplanes Sheiks and sikhs completing the disease I’m not an instigator But I’m not free from it all Congratulations, we're going to hell Too many people with their hands in the till I’m not an operator And I’m not clear as a bell One chance to get out, one chance to get out Calling all favors, your future's in doubt One chance to get out, one chance to get out Conversation's obsolete, there's no time for that now One chance to get out, one chance to get out We're integrating, you scream and you shout One chance to get out, one chance to get out Don't delay me with a truce, start running now
6.
I hate you and you hate me So the only thing we have is that we disagree I don't know why you don't get it even some of the time When it's obvious I’m right and that's the reason why You should Look over your shoulder you smug son of a bitch I’m laughing out loud Because I’ve waited for this moment For such a long time You need assistance with your resistance Well count me in I’m working on a dish that's best served cold So I hope you bring that appetite for which you're known I’m not about to jump the gun and make a mistake So for now I’m going to help you out But you just wait Keep your friends close But keep your enemies closer I’m laughing out loud Because I’ve waited for this moment For such a long time You need assistance with your resistance Well count me in
7.
Defector 05:55
8.
Thank you for your vote of confidence But I’m not at all impressed with a hero A man who's everything to everyone And you're a legend, all hands stained black While you feed from a loaded gun Disinformation, got blinders on Don't give in that plastic face will Suit your style with a crooked smile A rubberneck jack seen playing lookey with The one he likes and with a laugh You're reaching for your halo Passing counterfeit trust to the best and worst of us I know your profile, you're a motherwit clown You're a jack you're a motordrone But I’m feeling good, and I’m feeling fine Cause I like to smile, laughing all the time Maybe if you look me in the eye But your face keeps slipping in and out of rhyme You're into chaos, I can see the wires Running through your mind We're going nowhere in record time Don't give in that plastic face will Suit your style with a crooked smile A rubberneck jack seen playin lookey with The one he likes and with a laugh You're reaching for your halo Passing counterfeit trust to the best and worst of us I know your profile, you're a motherwit clown You're a jack you're a motordrone But I’m feeling good, and I’m feeling fine Cause I like to smile, laughing all the time And I’m feeling clean, and I’m feeling high Cause I know what's yours, and I know what's mine Spitshine
9.
The Fear 05:25
Come take me by the hand now Indoctrination by the book Come play the role of god now And push the others to the floor Believe it or not, it's all very clear Preparing for nothing, it's only a drill Too late for your shadow, one less thing to fear Come take me for a ride now Ain't that just what friends are for Cold comfort in the crossfire I’m gonna need a miracle Confused and distorted, it's all very well Ring up the curtain, descend into hell Too late for your shadow, one less thing to sell Incomplete, the feelings are there What do you mean, why should I care? No operator, no secrecy here Five, four, three, two, one dimensional I want to get what I feel I deserve Not just the pleasure of your company Not just a measure of the promises you made And what's more I don't believe a single word you say Would it matter anyway? Strayed for a moment, so let's make a deal You keep to the valley, I’ll keep to the hill Too late for your shadow, one less thing to feel Incomplete, the feelings are there What do you mean, why should I care? No operator, no secrecy here Five, four, three, two, one dimensional Indiscreet, yet so self-aware You play a part in everything I seem to fear So what's the problem, is everything clear? Five, four, three, two, you're one dimensional
10.
You burned down my house again All alive without indecision Burned to the ground my friend So much for your first impression I vote your promises And when you get what you want, I get nothing But all your best laid explanations And your good intentions Even though you planned the whole thing out Left no room for doubt I’m sure you noticed that by now Even as you struggle for high ground Let there be no doubt Water's rising to your door And all you live for We're lining up again Down at the end of the block with our tickets and Hand me down revolutionaries We come for your history Even though you planned the whole thing out Left no room for doubt I’m sure you noticed that by now Even as you struggle for high ground Let there be no doubt Water's rising to your door And all you live for Have we given up the best years of our lives for nothing? Have we given up the rest to hollow fields of no one?
11.
White Car 05:59
They don't really hear you, so they can't see What makes you different, what makes you free Supplication, for the world I missed When a change of weather takes another friend The closer I find I’m to God, the more that I know I’ve done wrong Can't see for the shining white star You drive like a motorcar, in all directions And into heaven, you fly in your shining white car A capsule in the court of the burmese king A light streak shining to the bedouin A momentary freeze and the frightening Distraction in the source of the burning tree Original sin originality God-given reason and the reasoning The closer I find I’m to God, the more that I know I’ve done wrong Can't see for the shining white star You drive like a motorcar, in all directions And into heaven, you fly in your shining white car Big house come down blowout speedball
12.
Monkey was born in the land to be king of all he could see Because he had eyes he soon realized his will was the way Monkey was driven by thoughts and by fears and over the years Monkey would rise to the top of the bill, all else he would kill Into the void Into the void Money could turn a good man to his end and onto his knees Raping the land and the conscience of man just like a disease Money was made but flaws in the trade would turn us to slaves Money to take and spirit to break the fools and the brave Into the void Into the void Into the void we turn Into the void Many would fall but challenging all, their souls thay had saved Others would cleave to gear and to blade, a choice that was made Money to sell, to poison the well, the usual fee Nothing was learned through fire and ruin, so monkey was thrown Into the void Into the void Into the void we turn Into the void

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released October 31, 2006

Scott Shiflett (baritone guitars, voices)
Trever Keith (baritone guitars, voices)
Chris Shiflett (baritone guitars)
Josh Freese (drums, frying pan)
Chad Blinman (noises, effects)

with Jason Freese (baritone saxophone on 5.)
and Reiko Yoshida (voice on 7.)

One Percent Panic
was produced by Scott Shiflett, Chad Blinman, and Trever Keith

recorded by Chad Blinman at Rumbo Recorders in Canoga Park, CA
and JE Sound in Hollywood, CA
and The Eye Socket in Venice, CA

mixed by Chad Blinman at Mad Dog Studios, Burbank, CA

and mastered by Joe Gastwirt at his studio in Oak Park, CA

graphic design by Chad Blinman and Scott Shiflett

All songs written by Scott Shiflett
except 2. by Scott Shiflett/Tim St. John
and 6. by Trever Keith

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Viva Death Los Angeles, California

Viva Death is an alternative rock recording project led by Scott Shiflett (Face to Face, Gimme Gimmes et al) and producer Chad Blinman (Real Space Noise). Past collaborators have included Trever Keith, Chris Shiflett and Josh Freese.

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