Ampalanche

by Linus Pauling Quartet

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released January 15, 2016

Stephen Finley Bass
Clinton Heider Vocals, Guitars
Larry Liska Batterie
Ramon Medina Vocals, Guitars, Theremin
Charlie Naked Vocals, Guitars, Ebow, Tenor Saxophone

With

Mlee Marie Flute, Alto Saxophone, Backing Vocals
Chris Kemmerer ­ Cornet, Euphonium

Recorded and Engineered by Stephen Finley @ Digital Warehaus Productions
Assistant Engineers: Andy Deangelo/ Sean Cook (Planck)
Mastered by Mark Kidney @ The Stone Sound
Produced by All Concerned
Executive Production by Davide Pansolin and Paolo Baldo

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(c) 2015 The Linus Pauling Quartet, BMI
Music & Lyrics by the Linus Pauling Quartet

Except Planck
(c) 2015 The Linus Pauling Quartet/Brandon R. Brown, BMI
Music & Lyrics by the Linus Pauling Quartet and Brandon R. Brown

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The Linus Pauling Quartet Houston, Texas

“a core point about the Linus Pauling Quartet isn’t merely that they’re a great psych band, but a great band period, able to embrace a lot of styles and moods and work them well.” – All Music

"Anthemic, stupid and selflessly unrestrained, the LPQ eventually attain self immolation of sorts during the sprawling chaos."-Ptolemaic Terrascope (UK)
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Track Name: Ampalanche
Flaming doobs and flaming tubes, smoking out the room
Ampalanche is coming, make a 4x12 your tomb
We got Marshall, Mesa, Laney, Orange, and Fender
Before the wall of power you got no choice but surrender

Ampalanche
Let the speakers roar!
Ampalanche
Turn it up some more!

Well the congregation slowly gathers round
To sacrifice their ears upon an altar made of sound
They did not come to try to save their souls
But just to hear reverberation in their skulls

Ampalanche
Let the speakers roar!
Ampalanche
Turn it up some more!

Monoliths of sonic doom shake fillings in your teeth
Beneath the tolex towers the apes have been released
When the gig is over and your ears are oozing blood
The primates haul their gear like slaves beneath a god

Ampalanche
Let the speakers roar!
Ampalanche
Turn it up some more!
Track Name: Slave to the Die
Mighty as a god
With armor made of steel
I face the goblin horde
And my fate's spinning wheel
Black darts fly, blot the sun from the sky
I care not where they fall for I'm a slave to the die

Is my life a waste
It all depends upon
The number on the face
Of a colored polygon
Hear my foes cry, never knowing why,
I care not for their pain for I'm a slave to the die

(Interlude ­ March of the Goblins)

Do I have a soul
Or am I just a number
Haughtily I roll,
But I hear the distant thunder
I heave a sigh, take an arrow in my eye
Fall with a groan for I'm a slave to the die
Track Name: Sometimes
Sometimes I feel, rode hard, put up wet
other times I feel, that I got no regrets
sometimes I'm up high, flying all around
then I catch on fire, and ride the comet down

Sometimes I feel, I'm full of grace and light
but sometimes the devils keep me up at night
Sometimes I feel that I've been left for dead
other times I find you lovely in my bed
Track Name: Planck
A perfect radiance to guide your mind and soul
Resonators humming, deep through ages old

Mark the books and tune the strings
March of symbols curve that sings
In a tongue unknown

Smoking snow and embers floating in the air
A story lost in fire, in death, and in despair
Fleeting moments lost in time

Small actions wound like twine
The spool unwinds
It unwinds
It unwinds

Over the only door, “Du musst glauben”,
Over the only door, “Du musst glauben”,
“Du musst glauben”
“Du musst glauben”

Fleeting moments lost in time
Small actions wound like twine
The spool unwinds
It unwinds
It unwinds
It unwinds
It unwinds
Track Name: Brisket
I couldn't sleep on Friday
Too wired to rest, too tired to fight
The dawn was creeping my way
Sprawled out and wasted, what a sight

A dozen empty bottles
Crowding up and beating on my brain
Too late for the brisket
My loss is someone else's gain

Well a pretty girl cut in line
She took the last slice, it was mine

Too late for the brisket
Slept in and fucked around all day
I'm sorry that I missed it
But sometimes that's just the price you pay

Nothing left but sausage
Did what I did, it's only fair
I ain't complaining but
The smell of brisket lingers in the air

Well a pretty girl cut in line
She took the last slice, it was mine
[It's all about the time]

There's honor in persistence
To live to quest another day
A steed to cross the distance
An open path into the fray

I won't forsake the brisket
A quest to fill my empty plate
I reach across the night
To snatch the beef right from the mouth of fate
Track Name: Nico
What will be the color of your hair,
The role you play, the clothes you wear
Dolce Vita, Femme Fatale
Turn your back, upon it all
Let the oceans rise and fall

Through the junk running in your veins
Through your teeth now browned and stained
Your voice rings deep and resolute
Damn the men and damn the flute
Mon art, (la) vengeance sur eux
Track Name: Alive
And so the summer sun
Emerges from her winter grave
A new world has begun
Reflected in the shining waves
See the seabirds dive
And feel alive

Feel alive
Feel alive
Feel alive
Feel alive

One day a shattered moon
Will rise into the winter sky
The end will come too soon
For everything that lives must die
Yet there still is time
To feel alive

Feel alive
Feel alive
Feel alive
Feel alive