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September 30, 2014
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Punk rock from the soy bean capital of the world: Decatur, Illinois. Formed in the summer of 1995 we went on to record this teenage magnum opus known as the "Turbo Tape." This 2014 re-issue was re-mastered from the original cassette tape. All songs written by Turbo Pascal and published by Pass Out Music Publishing (BMI). All Rights Reserved.
Turbo Pascal
- 7:10 Am
- Be All You Can Be
- Alien Woman
- 1243
- Static Dispenser
- White Out
- Letter from Carly
- Old School
- Three Piece Suit
- Love of a Good Riot
- Sonic Remedy
- Bandoozi
- Code Blue
- Lunatic Fringe
7:10am: 1243: Static Dispenser: White Out: Code Blue:
LYRICS
7:10AM
Daybreak shines right in my eyes
With Father time no compromise
Don’t want to get up and start the day
Not looking forward to this bitter masquerade
Weekend hibernation’s overdue
Why does class have to start so soon
Sick of fixing on caffeine
Glassy eyes, constant shaking
My mind is stuck on a blank stare
My equilibrium’s impaired
Stayed up too late the night before
Wish that I could sleep some more
It’s 7:10am
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Be All You Can Be
It’s all a gimmick
False advertisement
The prize is solid
They will provide it
It seams so simple
At first quite harmless
Future eras will deliver all the punches
Be all that you can be
There are jokers hiding
Behind a shield of lies
Gambling their time
By rolling someone else’s dice
They’ve lost all sense of reality
Forgot about tomorrow and how tomorrow’s soon today
Be all that you can be
There’s no time to waste
Or go down with someone else’s mistakes
Life’s duration is way to short to hesitate
So kick it into turbo
And soon you’ll know
What lies within the unknown
Be all that you can be
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Alien Woman
I can’t believe
A woman so rare
When I am with her
We phase out into thin air
I’ll always remember
That night lying in bed
The crash on my roof
And the bruise on my head
After all the confusion
And all the smoke cleared
An extra-terrestrial being appeared
I must admit
It was love at first sight
Bright glowing skin
And big oval shaped eyes
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1243
Fits of depression
When the time had come
A harsh realization
Of what had been done
Hours of agony
Spent screaming at a mirror
Couldn’t see past the present
Couldn’t see any clearer
Every square foot a memory
Orbiting three sons
Had I really left the place
Where my life had begun?
Suburban Mustache sipping on wine
Playground follies, a crash-course through time
Kool-aid mix for unlimited power
Neighborhood mischief making others sour
Surrounded by new eras
Strangers in the halls
Locked in someone else’s room
Tearing down the walls
The pressure cooker was set for a meltdown
I was swimming where other’s had swam and drown
A product of my own insanity
Had to get back to 1243 (Ninth Street)
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Static Dispenser
Charts are flying
Random dying
Only to fill a void
Constant rivals
Money mongrels
Seeking to destroy
Costly missions
Con-intuition
Hiding behind a tie
Dispensing static
Raids of panic
Bitterness and lies
Lapse of reason
Season to season
Doing the bash and grind
Makes no sense
It’s all a mess
There’s no alibi
Always regrets
Cautious bets
Roll playing mind games
Quota bearing
Outward blaring
It’s all insane
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White Out
I got scared and took the fall
Now I’m stuck in the plaster of the walls
Static Cries, Miami’s vice
Why here and not that paradise?
They closed the case
Lawyers needed more pay
Sentenced for life
Couldn’t keep up the pace
I’ve been erased
I’ve been shut down
No chance for escape
Trapped in White Out
Narrow cells in dim lit halls
No escape, no final phone call
Repetition creates a haze
Confusion is a heavy grave
An innocent mind
Set up in a crime
The truth was denied
Serving another man’s time
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A Letter From Carly
Unfortunate are the times that change
Constant battles with the rearranged
Flaunting with the minds of trash
Nude bathing and a run-in with a match
Tapeworm flashbacks while eating my food
Alone in the darkness cleaning up the cat puke
Craving visits from good friends
Planning beach adventures, driving auntie’s Benz
Countless vocabulary slurs
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Old School
Countless mementoes
Memories gone by
Albums of sorted photos
Stacked a mile high
Piles of vinyl
Reels of tape
The soundtrack for the times
An era to be remembered
And etched in our minds
Fast paced transportation
No hesitation to begin
A half pipe conversation
With every drop-in
Hunger for ability
The foundation of the truth
Father of the new generation
Influencing new youth
Controversial expression
Driving from within
Spine shivering delivery
Again and again
A historic contribution
Another lesson learned
A solid strive for unity
A bond to be kept firm
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Three Piece Suit
Ashtray
Persuasive conversation
Briefcase full of hope lays
Without a sound
There’s a repetitious
Ringing in the depths
Of a structure
Hey man, how’d you get my number?
Business cards have collected dust
Stock exchange
Man don’t jump
Got so caught up in his desires
Turned an honest man into a liar
Lost everything he had and admired
The IRS
Has delayed their dinner
His labored stomach is getting thinner
Stack of bills
So high now architecture
Time goes on
More stress and pressure
Desperation
Throws it all away
All that’s left is his
Three-piece suit
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Love of a Good Riot
There’s nothing I hate more to see
Than trash TV and magazines
Tabloid drama, such a joke
Shoving doses of OJ down my throat
Phony hair weaves and bad weather predictions
A new virus and star-struggled addictions
Who bombed what and what bombed who
It’s all for the love of a good riot
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Sonic Remedy
Thoughts in abstraction
Or pure listening satisfaction
Moods reflected through a speaker’s till
Shelves lined with a packaged
To rouse or sooth the savaged beast
All strapped in tight awaiting a thrill
Slips away within the amplified sounds
Places all anxieties in the background
Blocks out the rest of humanity for a Sonic Remedy
Seals all the cracks and turns up the stereo
No antenna transmitting sessions of rehabilitation
It’s a self-prescribed soundtrack fixation
Doses of escape ingredients and mixtures to pave
The way for the sound waves
Adjust the gage on option control
All equalized and ready to roll
Stereophonic grooves expressing present attitudes
Set to fade out through a rippling port-hole
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Bandoozi
It’s time for yet another mission
Split second thinking, quick decisions
The clock is ticking, natures laughter
Have to quietly defuse disaster
Another season
Another poison
What was just a fracture
Is now broken
A circus of tension performing all around
Clearly recognized by the sights and the sounds
Got to stay focused, have to remain dedicated
Give it the green light, can’t contemplate it
Those who rely upon another source
Waste away while waiting to receive the torch
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Code Blue
Like a nervous habit it’s out of my control
Made a conscious effort but couldn’t break the mold
Set a trend and sealed it with what used to be
Crumpled thoughts in a waste basket of memories
Can’t crack the code
Rummaged through these souvenirs from my mind
Searching for clues, hidden messages in disguise
Flipped on the switch that activated the loudspeaker
Strained to hear a fading signal become weaker
Can’t crack the code
Gazed into the pattern so mysterious
A twisted Rubik’s flavored delirious
Distortion was switched on overload
Faced with another sparked fuse light show
Skipped the beat, ended the flow
A mixed signal scenario
Spun the dial with high hopes
But I just can’t crack the code
Started from scratch with hopes of finding a way out
A means of escape, determined to reroute
Took a different path, but ended up in the same place
A continuous cycle of ground retraced
Can’t crack the code
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Lunatic Fringe
Something’s just not right
Something’s out of context
A strange behavior or two
A mysterious plot where
Someone buried the evidence
Flew the scene without leaving a clue
A mass invasion of space
A plague spreading at a very fast pace
Leaving all it’s victim’s in a cringe
It’s the lunatic fringe
Not a single witness on the stand
All remained wide-eyed and mute
In a state of shock questioning their sanity
A mood as cold as icy blue
Finger’s pointed in every direction
Trust became extinct
Lock the door and hide the key
Disconnected overnight
Now all that was is
Just a post down memory
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