No Place Like Anyplace
by General Pants & The Privates
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Digital Album
Immediate download of 5-track album in your choice of high-quality MP3, FLAC, or just about any other format you could possibly desire.
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Breath Of Air (16/12/12)
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Sway (2/12/12)
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Menage A Zilch (26/8/12)
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about
Our rehearsal studio of more than 2 years, Anyplace, is being demolished. So this little EP of rehearsal demos, primitively recorded, is our way of celebrating Anyplace and spaces like it. Without spaces like these, local independent acts such as GP&tPs would struggle to get off the ground. Thanks for giving a shit about us. -xrn
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released 21 December 2012
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General Pants & the Privates are a 'so-much-more-than-a-' ska band from the inner west of Sydney, Australia. Our turn-ons include ridiculous cocktails, people who dance, and the appropriate fucking use of swearwords.
discography
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Dec 2012 -
Apr 2012 -
Aug 2011
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- Track Name: Breath Of Air (16/12/12)
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I swear
Too much
Sing 'fuck'
A lot
But I can't convey emotion much clearer than that
You're a
Fuck up
You've got
No luck
Or so you say, or so you say
But you're just a petty whinging twat
And I'm so sorry but we're all out of manners again
Stocks won't come in 'till we've all confessed our sins
I'm not religious, but I know when I'm letting every other human down
You're not saving anybody, you're just bumming them out
So don't blame me
Don't blame me for this
And I believe, I believe that the ground beneath us will crumble and turn us to ash
And I believe, I believe that we're wasting our time when we pass around quotes and facts
And I believe, I believe that the warning we had was always more than fair
And I believe, I believe that everybody needs a breath of air
You're a
Deathstar
You're like
Hitler
You pull it off, it must be the way you're just so inconsiderate
Hand me
Pamphlets
Tell me
I'm an idiot
I'll still think you're, I'll still think you're
I'll still think you're an ungrateful fascist prick
And I'm so sorry but we're all out of manners again
Stocks won't come in 'till we've all confessed our sins
I'm not religious, but I know when I'm letting every other human down
You're not saving anybody, you're just bumming them out
So don't blame me
Don't blame me for this
And I believe, I believe that the ground beneath us will crumble and turn us to ash
And I believe, I believe that we're wasting our time when we pass around quotes and facts
And I believe, I believe that the warning we had was always more than fair
And I believe, I believe that everybody needs a breath of air
A message to creator,
Mother nature, God or Karma
Be you of colour or a bender
Be you mother or a father
Be you bearded man in clouds
Or a shining orb of light
Or a bunch of ewoks floating about in space
Be you a learning AI program
Be it all just in my mind
May you stand for love or hate
May you stand for beer or wine
Be you Morgan Freeman's voice
Or Dr. Freeman's crowbar
Or a sentient sound
Or Chuck Norris' face
You've made such a big call
To make humanity at all
Or did you just create the apes
And we're just their species evolved
It doesn't matter I don't care
To me we're just a rock in space
And there's no one near to help us when it's all gone
I'm agnostic not confused
I take no side I'm just amused
By your idiocracy
And how you still try to get through
But hey we're all the same
We all just want to be heard
Though I'll accept that I'll never be heard at all
And I'm a shit stain
Writing on a piss stain
The world will always stay the same
I'm screaming at the world
And you're an O2 waste
You try too hard to make a change
And admit that you're not doing great
You're screaming at the world
I swear
Too much
Sing 'fuck'
A lot
But I can't convey emotion much clearer than that
You're a
Fuck up
You've got
No luck
Or so you say, or so you say
But you're just a petty whinging twat
And I'm so sorry but we're all out of manners again
Stocks won't come in 'till we've all confessed our sins
I'm not religious but I know when I'm letting every other human down
You're not saving anybody you're just bumming them out
So don't blame me
Don't blame me for this - Track Name: Piece Of My Baby's Sweet Motown Cake (23/9/12)
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It's good to know you,
Nice to meet you!
I've got no ire and I've beef but
I can't believe you
When you say that it's
All figured out.
"Piece of cake," you said, "Not a problem,
Everybody needs to turn their air-cons on!"
You're such an idiot
You can't be serious
The third rock will melt and be gone
And I feel no pain, yeah
And I feel no heart attack
And this world keeps spinning
And it ain't ever turning back
All my friends
Have pissed on everything and
All my friends
Have kicked down everything and
All my friends
They waste the words we sing and
Everybody's friends
Have fucked up everything!
All you solutions
Smell like faeces
It's no surprise when your best mate's a monkey so
Build them coffins and dig them holes
As our great minds pass away
We're lost at sea now
We've no more guidance
No one to teach us none to remind us
That the sea is ablaze
With the fuel the fuel that we needed to kick back and laze away
And our ancestors look down
And say "My god what have you done?
Clearly our words of wisdom missed your thick heads!
Where did we go wrong?"
All my friends
Have pissed on everything and
All my friends
Have kicked down everything and
All my friends
They waste the words we sing and
Everybody's friends
Have fucked up everything!
You watch the re-runs
On the TV
Leave it all to science
It should be fine it should be easy
After all, what could you do?
You know you'd never volunteer
You'd rather brush your teeth with glue
You make a pamphlet
Build a website
But no one really cares so you give it up you've tried
It's how our minds go
It's how the world flows
We're laying on our backs as we all let out a sigh 'cause
None of us will be alive
On the day the planet is torn apart
And there's no burden on our minds
While knowing
Our future generations are fucked!
All my friends
Have pissed on everything and
All my friends
Have kicked down everything and
All my friends
They waste the words we sing and
Everybody's friends
HAVE FUCKED UP EVERYTHING! - Track Name: Angry Little Gods (16/12/12)
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There are bees, in the garden,
Hives of angry little gods - think on that.
They live little lives in little days,
Toiling three square meals away,
Only to make us all a tasty snack.
There are roaches, in the sewer,
Swarms of hungry little plebs - watch em breed.
They are members of the ninety nine,
Reviled by all of humankind,
Bound to outlive all races and all creeds.
There are beasts, called homo sapiens,
All shapes and sizes they come in - to be sure.
And so to classify their phobias,
They invent all kinds of slights and slurs,
And live out their lonely lives locked up indoors.
Hard as it is, to draw a line,
Under what exactly is divine,
On this earth we share there is eternal truth.
That truth was told by just a man,
On a stage in front of a big band,
Who played as he sang of a joyous youth.
Whoa-o, Whoa-o!
Babies crying in_the dark sacred night,
Whoa-o, whoa-o!
Roses blooming under clouds of white.
There's a book, that's known to many,
From its pages many lessons have been learned.
But the fact is, folks - those pages wrought,
Destruction, death and pain untold,
Not much value from that can be discerned.
And our differences, well there are plenty,
But our similarities are more than few.
For the longest time we killed and fought,
Thinking nothing of the pain we brought,
To the people that we are and that we knew.
There are beers, in the Esky,
And there's music playing on the radio.
So let us indulge, in excess and vice ,
Don't you dare to think you'll live twice,
Find some solace in the answers we all know. - Track Name: Sway (2/12/12)
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Does it make you wonder why the bee must die
When it stings you in the finger just to give you teary eyes
Just like the girl
Just like the girl
Of course you had to tease her mum 'cause you yourself only had one
You missed out on a kiss you had only stealthily touched her thumb
Limp in the well
Limp in the well
And they'd bring down satellites
And they'd pull down the whole damn sky
And they'd make you see the tears from their quiet cries
And they'd tell you that it's all alright
A man with a bomb, a detonator and a gun
Stands in a room he cannot run
No one will breathe
No one will breathe
His palms are sweating, they're betting that he's not a man
He detonates and is blown apart like sand
No more enemies
No more enemies
And they'd bring down satellites
And they'd pull down the whole damn sky
And they'd make you see the tears from their quiet cries
And they'd tell you that it's all alright
Still you let her fade away
Still you treat it as a game
Just to impress mankind but they won't feel the same
When you find the ones you loved can only sway - Track Name: Menage A Zilch (26/8/12)
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In a sense,
We're all innocent,
'Til other hearts feel fit to set,
Limits on how much love we're right to give
So we're bound,
To live and let,
Lives that grow tired again,
Feel the frost of a menage a zilch alone in bed
Draw lines around, around your picture again,
Feel fine as long as I am blind and deaf,
Even then my mind paints oils of countless faces,
Occupying spaces,
In the museum in my head
Optimism,
Has never been,
A destination that's easy to see,
The light at the end of the tunnel is always dim
A year,
A month a week a day,
And though I feel inclined to stay,
Another second in this place might draw my wits to their ends
Early mornings and late bedtimes,
Are walls, iron bars and deadlines
