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by The Wendels

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Thanks to all our close friends and families...you know who you are.

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released February 27, 2010

The Wendels Are:

Brian Wendel: Lead Vocals, Guitars, Keys
Rocky Russo: Bass, Vocals
Ilan Moskowitz: Drums, Vocals, Percussion

Featuring:

Ben Himmelfarb - Solo - "Corporate Takeover"
Danny McDonald - Solo - "Ari", Chops - "Nothin' Better"
Michael Wendel - Low back-ups on "The Mezz"
Gabe Jasmin - Trumpet "Ari", "Nothin' Better", "Smokin'", "Seven Four", "One Last Cig",
Backups - "One Last Cig"
Jaclyn Falk - Alto Saxophone - "Smokin'", "Seven Four"
Andrew Cowie - Alto Saxophone - "Ari", "Smokin'"
Andrew Russel - Trumpet - "Ari", "Smokin'"

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Track Name: Corporate Takeover (of the heart)
I never signed on just to be friends,
its in the contract by the part.
Where they make the proposition
'bout my business aquisition
corporate takeover of the heart.
So don't diversify our bonds
just because I'm in the red this year.
You may think your sellin' high
but my stocks are gonna rise,
the DOW JONES has made this clear.

You always say were incompatible,
that I'm the Bear and your the Bull,
and we'll scream until our lungs are sore,
or at least until they close the floor.

I never signed on just to be friends,
its in the contract by the part.
Where they make the proposition
'bout my business aquisition
corporate takeover of the heart.
So don't diversify our bonds
just because I'm in the red this year.
You may think your sellin' high
but my stocks are gonna rise,
the DOW JONES has made this clear.

But I guess you should have realized,
before we merged our enterprise,
that I'm a blessing in disguise,
so buy now ... before it's too late.
Track Name: The Mezz (everywhere we go)
Everywhere we go we leave behind a trail of roaches,
policemen come and track us down as if they all were poachers.

Oh no..., stuck in a holdin' cell again I say.
Oh no..., stuck in a holdin' cell again I say.

I ain't much for city livin',
but there's one thing that I know.
If you wait around for the lights to change,
you ain't ever gonna cross the road.
You say you wanna know my secrets,
well I'm honored that you'd ask.
The fastest way to a woman's heart
is a sharpened battle axe.

Everywhere we go we leave behind a trail of roaches,
policemen come and track us down as if they all were poachers.

Oh no..., stuck in a holdin' cell again I say.
Oh no..., stuck in a holdin' cell again I say.

It's a fool who speaks the truth when,
all the others say it's too tough.
So if you want to get real high,
you've got to fight your way straight up.
You say you want to know my secrets,
well I'm honored that you'd ask.
The fastest way to a womans heart
is a sharpened battle axe

Repeat 2x
Track Name: Ari
I went drinkin' with Ari last night,
it was his last night in the states.
Every round was on the house,
every blunt was to the face.
'Cause come sunrise, he'd be headin' back,
back to a place they're callin' Zion.
To man a missle turret,
to shoot the enemies on the horizon.
But despite the years of training,
when we said our goodbyes,
the tears they started flowin'
and the fear was in his eyes.

And he said,
I don't know what I'm fightin' for,
but I know this is bigger than me.
And I know this is not my war,
but your birthright is you death warrant
when you come from the gaza streets.

I got a call from Ari last night,
seems he's doin' well.
Despite the shrapnel in his leg, he says,
at least he has his health.
Or should I say his life,
that is 'cause wounds will heal.
Except his friends who won't
walk off the battlefield.
Funerals will be held,
complete with medals and awards.
But Ari couldn't help it...
In Zion, why is there war?

And he said,
I don't know what I'm fightin' for,
but I know this is bigger than me.
And I know this is not my war,
but your birthright is you death warrant
when you come from the gaza streets.

Repeat 2x
Track Name: Hungover On A Sunday Afternoon
You have fun... you get high,
you come down... you still get by
and then you find yourself askin'
the same damn questions again.
You keep sayin'... it's not right,
the way... I live my life
but save your breath
'cause I won't change a thing.

If you wanna stay,
you better get used to livin' this way.

We have fun... we get high,
we come down... we still get by
and then we find ourselves askin'
the same damn questions again.
We keep sayin'... it's not right,
the way... we live our lives
but don't kid me babe
you wouldn't change a thing.

If you wanna stay,
you better get used to livin' this way.
If you wanna stay,
you better get used to livin' this way.

I'm not goin' outside today,
it's much too bright out there.
Empty bottles on the floor,
and vomit in my hair.

You tried to jump this sinkin' ship,
but I'm addicted and your adrift,
Still you came back thinking
you could change it all.
But we left it high and dry,
now your runnin' away
and I'm startin' to cry.
So just get me high,
and leave me hangin' on.

If you wanna stay,
you better get used to livin' this way.

I'm not goin' outside today,
it's much too bright out there.
Empty bottles on the floor,
and vomit in my hair.

Now I'm sinkin'... like a ship,
I can feel the weight,
I'm startin' to slip.
These years with you
have been quite the ride.
But my rope is at its end,
and I see no way to make amends
so baby, I'm just here to say goodbye.

Hungover on a sunday afternoon.
Repeat 4x
Track Name: Nothin' Better
Another slip at ten to nine.
Why does he keep tellin' them it's fine?
Covered in grease from head to toe,
if he knew what I was missin'... he'd let me go.

Nothin' better lovin'...
Nothin' better than all night long...
Nothin' better than nothin'...
Nothin' between us baby,
All night long... Whoa-oh.

On my way at last...
my works all done, everyone's happy.
Not me, but I'm about to be.
Hop, skip, and a jump and I open the door.
Find her in bed and we wrestle to the floor.
Wigglin' outta that dress, you know it was a sight.
Undoin' my belt man that was some night.

Nothin' better lovin'...
Nothin' better than all night long...
Nothin' better than nothin'...
Nothin' between us baby,
All night long... Whoa-oh.

Undoin' my belt, man that was some night.
Wigglin' outta that dress, that was a sight.
Crawlin' away she leaves me...
she leaves me beggin'.
After a short little chase she gladly gives in.
Flip on the music, turn it up loud.
It's hard to keep to a dull roar,
when your rollin', rollin', rollin' on the floor.

Nothin' better lovin'...
Nothin' better than all night long...
Nothin' better than nothin'...
Nothin' between us baby,
All night long... Whoa-oh.

Nothin' better lovin'...
Nothin' better than all night long...
Nothin' better than nothin'...
Nothin' between us baby,
All night long... Whoa-oh.
Track Name: English Ladies
This bud goes out to
the way you think you're something golden.
The only thing that's golden is the color of your teeth.
I haven't had the heart to ask
why you talk so proper?
Don't make you sound no smarter
when you open your mouth to speak.

English girl my heart is true.
Yes, that's clichéd but so are you.
You've got The Clash, Iron Maiden, and Led Zepplin too;
So quit pickin' on my Motley Crue.

So write another sign for your picket line
denouncing instant gratification.
You preach a tail of life-long toil
when you ain't worked a day in your life.
You keep on sayin' were so passé,
'cause were stubborn down to the core.
Well these colors never run,
unlike the mascara under your eyes.

English girl my heart is true.
Yes, that's clichéd but so are you.
I've got to wait until your gone,
to put my old Kiss records on.
What's this poor American boy to do?

English girl my heart is true.
Yes, that's clichéd but so are you.
You've got The Clash, Iron Maiden, and Led Zepplin too;
So quit pickin' on my Motley Crue.

English girl my heart is true.
Yes, that's clichéd but so are you.
I've got to wait until your gone,
to put my old Kiss records on.
What's this poor American boy to do?
Track Name: The Hits (every time)
Let me tell you 'bout a girl I know...
I wrote this song for her. (Shoo-bee-doo-bee)
She knocked me out with a pair of keys...
(a pair of ke-eeee-eeys)
and the tables they did turn.
But know I'm sittin' at this desk alone
and I cant' help but wonder why.
(Oooh-oooh-oooh)
Tell me what else is left to say
after you've said goodbye
(Oooh-oooh-oooh)

I was walkin' down the street one day when a thought,
I came to find...
Was a-circlin' through my brain, it wouldn't leave my
mind.

'Cause it's all those little things, addin' up to tell me why...
My heart it always sings every time you say...

Whoa (Repeated)

It was the memory of a kiss,
one we shared some time ago...
The imprint of you lips on mine will never go...

Lovin' you has been...
better than I've ever known.
My head it always spins every time you say...

Whoa (Repeated)

I've been tryin' to tell you (repeated)
I've been tryin' to tell you (He's been tryin' to tell you)

Whoa (Repeated)
Track Name: Pure Volume
So buy some girl jeans and slice you veins,
pretend that you are entertained.
So buy some sweatshirts and dye you hair,
pretend that you could really care.

And in the end...
we won't mean shit.
The scene goes on and we'll be left behind.
A million screaming hardcore bands...
a million screaming emo fans...
who all just wanna be... someone else.

So buy some horn rims and write some poems,
about how you are all alone.
So write live journals everyday,
your only friends come from myspace.

And in the end...
we won't mean shit.
The scene goes on and we'll be left behind.
A million screaming hardcore bands...
a million screaming emo fans...
who all just wanna be... someone else.

Hey, hey, were on Pure Volume...
(fuck no we don't have an album)
repeat 4x

And in the end...
we won't mean shit.
The scene goes on and we'll be left behind.
A million screaming hardcore bands...
a million screaming emo fans...
who all just wanna be... someone else.
Track Name: Wolf Gang
Well hey there little girl don't hold it against me,
I know I've been a little unkind.
I'm in a spot of trouble with dangerous men
who won't give me any more time.
I've gotta find a way to pay them back
while keeping my guts inside.
And if you want to try to help me baby,
you've got to be out of your mind.

I said,
No, No, No now babe,
You've got to go-oh-oh-oh.
I said,
No, No, No now babe,
You've got to go-oh-oh-oh.

Well don't you go and call the cops now baby,
don't you go jive and wail.
You best be keepin' your head about you
when my toes start to come in the mail.
So won't you take a little piece of
advice that I give.
Go and find yourself a new man honey.
One that's gonna live.

I said,
No, No, No now babe,
You've got to go-oh-oh-oh.
I said,
No, No, No now babe,
You've got to go-oh-oh-oh.
Track Name: Smokin'
Champagne for my real friends,
and real pain for the fakes.
You try to touch my girl again
and I'll fuckin' cut your brakes
'Cause I've been gone a long, long time
and you been makin' so many mistakes.
The cops won't find your body...
'till they drag the fuckin' lake.

I don't know where you get off,
flirtin' with my girl and smokin' all my pot.
I don't want to see you 'round here anymore.
(Repeat)

Well, I invited you into my home
and I regret that to this day.
'Cause you done me wrong while I was gone
and know it's time for you to pay.
Well you can run, you can run, you can run, you can run
but you'll never get away.
I won't let you rest even in death
'cause I'll be dancin' on your grave.

I don't know where you get off,
flirtin' with my girl and smokin' all my pot.
I don't want to see you 'round here anymore.
(Repeat)

all my pot
(Repeat 1,000,000,000x)
Track Name: Seven Four
You can find out where I'm goin'...
you can find out where I've been...
you can find out what it means to me
but you'll never see me again.
Track Name: Used To Have A Band
I used to be in this band.
We'd get real fucked up and play.
And if we could hold our instruments right,
it'd be a successful day.
When we arrived at any show,
we'd swagger on through the door.
We'd play our songs as best as we could,
and then we'd drink some more.

But did you know it was wrong?
(Oh yes we knew it was wrong)
And did you know it was right?
(Oh yes we...)
Did you know it was wrong?
and did you know it went
who.....................
......who...............
............who.........
..................who...

I used to be in this band.
We traveled all through the states.
From milwaukee's best to kentucky's worst,
we drank every brew they made.
And just as the lord took a day of rest...
when he built this lousy rock.
We'd raise hell six days a week,
and take most sundays off.

But did you know it was wrong?
(Oh yes we knew it was wrong)
And did you know it was right?
(Oh yes we...)
Did you know it was wrong?
and did you know it went
who.....................
......who...............
............who.........
..................who...
.......who.....................
.............who...............
...................who.........
.........................who...


(Whoa-oah-oaah)

This is my last dying breath of non-conformity.
This is my last fleeting glimpse of immortality.
Were gonna die, and die peacefully.
Were not the band you came to see.
(repeat 4x)
Track Name: One Last Cig
No... girl...please don't go...
I swear I won't love you anymore...
No... girl...please don't go...
I swear I won't love you anymore...

One last cigarette, pressed between your sweet red lips
as I, tell you that I love you,
for the thousandth time today.

Why'd we always smoke so much?
Must've been how we fell in love.

Repeat (all)