SuperTyfon

by RBMK

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The result of two brothers, two weeks of spare time, and a desire to fill the time with as much recording as possible, the songs on SuperTyfon were written to a certain rhythm: in the afternoon, we would pick up our guitars and start working on whatever we could come up with. By the end of the evening, the songs would be fleshed out, the drum tracks would be made, and the trusty DAW would be configured. In the morning, the songs would be recorded, and in the afternoon, the process would repeat.

(Almost) All songs were recorded using a limited pool of equipment: two Gibson SGs, one Peavey Classic 30, two Marshall MS2s (usually paired as one unit), two ProCo Rat pedals, and a few minor effects here and there. The idea was that this would be an album we could perform (almost) exactly as recorded, any place, any time, because every song has a single guitar track for each of us, and neither of us would use the exact same equipment as the other on any song.

In short, this is what it sounds like when siblings with guitars get bored.

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released May 25, 2011

Erick Cantu: Guitars Vocals Bass
Christopher Orion Severson: Guitars Vocals Bass
Goldwave: Drums

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Track Name: Little Grey Men
The little saucers around my head
Are glowing in shades of the blue
Their blank expressions cannot be read
Their viewpoints can never be new
Elation has no parallel
When you're rendered blind by the true
Your superstition's a kind of hell
When you don't share a point of view

I'm on the phone whenever
I see lights up in the sky
I've shown them everything, but
No-one believes me
No-one believes me
No-one believes

They cut it open, they seal it closed
When the truth seems to come very near
The visions can't always be imposed
When the sights become open and clear
It's awful easy to end up hosed
If you expose their hidden veneer
The photographs have been staged and posed
The joke marches on every year

I'm on the phone whenever
I see lights up in the sky
I've shown them everything, but
No-one believes me
No-one believes me
No-one believes

[Solo - Chris]

I'm on the phone whenever
I see lights up in the sky
I've shown them everything, but
No-one believes me
No-one believes me
No-one believes

Indebted as I am
To little grey men from the sky
It seems I've lost my place
The truth is so hard to deny

The little saucers around my head
Are quickly becoming quite red
Track Name: Talk Is Cheap
Your only ups are cloaked in downs
Your highs are hidden lows
Judgmental to those around you
Stop while you're still ahead
Before the ambition is dead
There is no justice here

I've been perched upon this ledge
Loading words with ammunition
Firing magazines of phrases
We live in fear of others' thoughts
Confrontation is so scary
When the words exit the barrel

Conversation is a bore
No-one hears you anymore
Talk is cheap, the words are dead
Canned emotions, sealed in lead
Send the message, no concern
There is something you must learn

We took the bait, we fell in line
The day is on our heels
You've crowned yourself with prejudice
Corroded souls and hearts
In the dark the words are broken
Fraught with fear, we're all caged

I've been perched upon this ledge
Loading words with ammunition
Firing magazines of phrases
We live in fear of others' thoughts
Confrontation is so scary
When the words exit the barrel

Conversation is a bore
No-one hears you anymore
Talk is cheap, the words are dead
Canned emotions, sealed in lead
Send the message, no concern
There is something you must learn
Talk is cheap, the words are dead
Talk is cheap, the words are dead
Track Name: Queen Of The Ant Hill
Your open-door policies were always
Kind of a farce
Lifted up on wings of broken dreams and hearts
You're destined to crash and burn

I know you think you're quite high above me
But all in all you're just as expendable
So replaceable
Replaceable

Change the rules so they can suit your mood swings
It's good to be in power
It gets you high, it takes you down
Your former friends are after you

I know you think you're quite high above me
But all in all you're just as expendable
So replaceable
Replaceable

I worded my resignation the way you deserved to hear it
When I put my fist through that glass pane
The payback for years of lies and sinful manipulation
I broke your cheap toy, I made you hurt
I've moved on to greener pastures and you still smell like a fry vat
When you come home to count your losses
And maybe someday you'll learn that you're no different than anyone
That day is coming, your fate is sealed

As important as you think you are
In the end, you're still working a McJob
Track Name: The Walking Song
Watch the traffic moving constantly
As I wait to cross the street
Never getting ready to go anywhere
Just get out and start walking

Out on the road
Can't think of a place to go
But don't call it lost
It's just what I'll need to know

On through countless tiny neighbourhoods
And straight through the big city
Out past the sprawling farmlands
Out in the country

Out on the road
Can't think of a place to go
But don't call it lost
It's just what I'll need to know

[Solo - Chris]

Stop in a local shop to rest
Or maybe sit out in the park
Bother nothing, let nothing bother you
Arriving home as the sky goes dark

Out on the road
Can't think of a place to go
But don't call it lost
It's just what I'll need to know

[Solo - Erick]
Track Name: United 232
The captain has some dreadful news
The pilots haven't got control
It seems an engine did explode
The hydraulic lines have been cut

We've got a snowball's chance in hell

The engines are our only hope
Asymmetrical thrust to turn
The pilots refuse to give up
This jet might land safe after all

We've got a snowball's chance in hell

We're coming in hot and high
Best we can do without hydraulics
A wing and a prayer won't cut it today
As we barrel down the glideslope
Let's hope we hit the runway
Without crashing into that corn field
Hours of boredom punctuated
By moments of sheer terror

We seem to be on target now
We're getting low, the end is near
The pilots have us lined up straight
The gust was just a twist of fate
Track Name: Logan (Stupid Dog)
Logan (stupid dog!)
Track Name: The Sky Is Falling
Unstable remnants of my faith
Have fallen to the ground
Cynical fragments with no shape
Of days we never found
Broken wings ascended highest
They never made a sound
Stigmatized, we fell on our face
We never turned around

Words always fail me
My thoughts confound me
Mental walls surround me
I always jail me

The sky is falling, no words, no remorse

The days are getting longer and
I don't know what to do
Shot the breeze, ran out of bullets
The bait is always new
In the sky, people are falling
That much is always true
Shadows and highlights are forming
The points are now in view

Words always fail me
My thoughts confound me
Mental walls surround me
I always jail me

The sky is falling, no words, no remorse

Sleeplessness, shattered and beaten
Poisonous frames of mind
Details lost in our quest for hope
The things we never find
Shortsighted, they stumble around
Their dreams have all gone blind
Produced in feelings of anguish,
The treaties never bind

Words always fail me
My thoughts confound me
Mental walls surround me
I always jail me

The sky is falling, no words, no remorse

Unstable remnants of my faith
Have fallen to the ground
Cynical fragments with no shape
Of days we never found
Broken wings ascended highest
They never made a sound
Stigmatized, we fell on our face
We never turned around
Track Name: L.O.C.A./
The heat we generate when we collide
Necessitates a great deal of caution
Radiation is always a problem
We try to keep it caged in a steel tomb
Sometimes Murphy's law gets the best of us
And our temperature just keeps on rising

The heat is high enough to melt the core
(Never had a fever quite like this one)
The molten slag spills on the concrete floor
(Never had a fever quite like this one)
Containment only works when steel walls hold
(Never had a fever quite like this one)
Years will pass before the reactor's cold
(Never had a fever quite like this one)

Alarm bells ring as disaster unfolds
They need to cool it down before it blows
Engineers try to keep the fever down
They give it water to calm the rancor
The heat in the core is just way too high
Call it a Loss Of Coolant Accident

They'll talk about this one for many years
(Never had a fever quite like this one)
A tale of reactors and engineers
(Never had a fever quite like this one)
The fever's latest victim rests in peace
(Never had a fever quite like this one)
Its contents too dangerous to release
(Never had a fever quite like this one)

No coolant.
Track Name: Meltdown/More Electric Masturbation
Meltdown!

[Solo - Chris]

[Solo - Erick]

[Solo - Chris]

[Solo - Erick]

[Solo - Chris]

[Solo - Erick]

[Solo - Chris]

[Solo - Erick]