Twirling Towards Freedom EP

by General Pants & The Privates

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released April 4, 2012

Tracks 1-5 recorded and mixed by Alex Carey at Straight Outta Concord Studios, and mastered by Syd Green. Track 6 recorded by Xavier in his bedroom.

Tracks 1 & 6 by XRN, Track 4 by TS and AK, Tracks 2,3 and 5 by AK.

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General Pants & The Privates Sydney, Australia

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.

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Track Name: Not With A Bang
So the time has finally come
We know how it all ends
Say farewell to your loved ones
Family and friends

But there's no running in the streets
No one screams or cries
The last words of our civilisation
Are Twitter @replies

Maybe you're the first one to hashtag #endofdays
But soon this trending topic will mean nothing anyway
The apocalypse is practically unforeseen
Your final embrace as it hits is with your touch screen

It strikes us all at once but still
It feels like an age
All that remains is a tiny signal
Displaying its home page

"Humanity is currently down
For unplanned maintenance
We apologise for any
Inconvenience"

Maybe you're the first one to hashtag #endofdays
But soon this trending topic will mean nothing anyway
The apocalypse is practically unforeseen
Your final embrace as it hits is with your touch screen

Yes even Google commemorates our fate
The two o's are still there, but the rest spells 'It's too late'

This is the way the world ends
(Were we Following the right people?)
Track Name: Perfect Company
Everything you did
was another mistake.
Like you running from a store
with the things you usually take
And I don't
See anything wrong with that

But my cause was justified
'cause you were my only friend
And you always lead the way
you were with me 'till the end
And that's all
I really needed in fact.

And I have no regrets
I don't need to forget
You made myself me
You were the perfect company

The perfect company
And that needs no apologies

Your parties never sucked
and you always had the booze
And you'd only laugh away
when I'm puking on your shoes
A kid's mind
should never live without fun

Our days of spraying cans
and breaking toilet bowls
was the only way that kids like us
could learn some self control
and this all
Is the art of being young

And I wouldn't call these bad things
Our faults just mean we're learning
There's no other way it could be
you were the perfect company

The perfect company
And that needs no apologies.
Track Name: Sway
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: Third Degree
Change of pace,
These god damn chords don't fit here.
My 'art' erased,
My patience burnt and seared.

Hey faceless face,
What's with the third degree?
"Oh would you shut up son,
You're thinking of Jeopardy"

Oh no I'm not,
These grey stone walls are all I've got

Everytime I write a song I know
I'll always get the lyrics wrong,
Without your company.

And these days they slide behind
These bars, my thoughts they form small scars.
With no comfort for these seeds.
You leave me with a third degree

No heinous crime,
Committed no act of treason.
But like water to wine,
My lies are without reason.

Pressure applied,
He cries 'this is not torture!"
And so beneath my wires,
I mutter words blue unlike water.

Oh no I don't,
I have no words, I do not know.

Everytime I write a song I know,
I'll always get the lyrics wrong.
Without your company.

And these days they slide behind.
These bars my thoughts the form small scars,
With no comfort for these seeds.

You leave me with a third degree.
Track Name: These Are No Artefacts
nside your hand, inside your hand
was a tiny pebble smoothed by the sand
and you won't stay together
Nothing small will last forever

A yellowed string, a yellowed string
you wound and wove to craft a ring
and it won't always be hers
wrapped around her index finger

While they're burning
We're still learning about the other sons
No need for lies
No need for lies this time
While they bleed
we feel the need to learn about their history
Can't see through light
They can't see you if you close your eyes

Hidden away, hidden away
Were the games on boards you used to play
But you grew too old to use these
They had their lives to keep you pleased

And the jar of worms, the jar of worms
Who have been dead beneath the dirt
For three years since their capture
You gave them names that's all that matters

And the pieces
Fall together
But when they wash away
We can't go back
And our hearts burn
For that moment
We all love and lose
These are no artefacts.