“#1 In Heaven”

My ode to the bourgeoisie
Say goodbye to decency
It’s the last of your sunny days
In the hills high above the bay
Oh, you better step away

Number one in heaven, with a bullet
I’ll come for you when I can
Tell them I’m smiling
Oh, won’t you
Send my greetings

Number one in heaven, with a bullet
Remember who I am
Tell them I’m smiling
Oh, won’t you
Send my greetings

#1 in heaven….

From the heart, signed in blood
The first of many merry men before the flood
Where you gonna go as the pressure breaks
To the hills, now, you can’t get away
Oh, I’ll take you all with me

Number one in heaven, with a bullet
I’ll come for you when I can
Tell them I’m smiling
Oh, won’t you
Send my greetings

Number one in heaven, with a bullet
Remember who I am
Tell them I’m smiling
Oh, won’t you
Send my greetings

Put your hands above your head
Close your eyes and count to ten
I said
Put your hands above your head right now
I said
Put your hands above your head right now

Tell them I’m smiling
Oh, won’t you
Send my greetings
Number one in heaven, with a bullet
Remember who I am
Tell them I’m smiling
Oh, won’t you
Send my greetings

Tell them I’m smiling
Oh, won’t you
Send my greetings

I’m number one in heaven
Oh, send my greetings

Written A. Warner, P. Keusch
Produced, Recorded and Mixed by Peter Wade Keusch
Programming and Synthesizers: Amanda Warner and Peter Wade Keusch
Additional Engineering and Digital Editing: Emmett Farley

“I Go Away”

It’s over, indulgently sober
How did I get here without feeling anything

“Stay true, see it through,” they say
Tick tock, time just slips away

And when the air is clear
The way I go is the way I feel

I’ll go away, I’ll go away, I’ll go my own way

I’ll go away, go away

This is my anthem, I know it like I know everything
I see it everywhere and in everyone
It’s complication, it’s validation

“Stay true, see it through,” they say
Tick tock, time just slips away

And when the air is clear
the way I go is anyway I feel

I’ll go away, I’ll go away, I’ll go my own way

I’ll go away, go away

“Stay true,” is that what they really say
See it through, there is no easy way
It’s right, why do I feel this weight
Tick tock, time just slips away

I’ll go my own way

Go away, go away

Written A. Warner, P. Keusch
Produced, Recorded and Mixed by Peter Wade Keusch
Programming and Synthesizers:  Amanda Warner and Peter Wade Keusch
Additional Engineering and Digital Editing: Emmett Farley

“Caligula”

I’m on the weather
I’m on the left
Annihilation
I got my F

A lesser evil
Not particular
Discard your Idyll
Caligula

Isis on the control tower
Isis on the control tower

Caligula, Caligula
Caligula, Caligula

I’m on the ceiling
I’m on the left
I got my sculpture
I got my F

I got my F-R-E-N-C-H Press
F-R-E-N-C-H

I got my C-A-L-I-G-U-L-A

Caligula, Caligula
Caligula, Caligula

Isis on the control tower
Isis on the control tower
Isis on the control tower
Isis on the control tower

Caligula, Caligula
Caligula, Caligula

Written A. Warner, P. Keusch
Produced, Recorded and Mixed by Peter Wade Keusch
Programming and Synthesizers:  Amanda Warner and Peter Wade Keusch
Additional Engineering and Digital Editing: Emmett Farley

“U.B.C.L.  (C.L.U.B.)”

C-L-U-B

Faux fur on my bed, we’re moving slowly
Fill my glass, take it down, turn off that movie
Paint me gold, you can have my silver jewelry
Keep my sunglasses on, those colors move me

C-L-U-B

Falling down a straight line onto the dance floor
Filter sweep shakes my bones, give my bass more
Turn it up, get me off, I had it my way
DJ loop this shh up until the break of day

Why don’t you come along
Spinning backwards all night long
This rhythm moves along
Why not get emotional
You can come along
Grab my hand and we’ll both get gone
Say the — to discretion
Let’s get our party on

Oh!
C-L-U-B

I know a place we can go, they got white tiger
‘Round the back, brass doors, draped in flyers
Bitter sweet, no rewind, there is no leaving
Cardboard club burning up the air we’re breathing

Why don’t you come along
Spinning backwards all night long
This rhythm moves along
Why not get emotional
You can come along
Grab my hand and we’ll both get gone
Say the — to discretion
Let’s get our party on

Oh!
C-L-U-B

Can’t walk in straight lines

Oh!
C-L-U-B

Written A. Warner, P. Keusch
Produced, Recorded and Mixed by Peter Wade Keusch
Programming and Synthesizers:  Amanda Warner and Peter Wade Keusch
Additional Engineering and Digital Editing: Emmett Farley

“Fade to Black”

Reach out your hand
I’ll promise it’s easy
You’ll fade to black
You’ll fade to black

You’ve made your plans
Drawn out your feelings
And now it’s faded black
All around you
The marble cracked
Don’t be so distant
Oh

Out of touch, your touch through my bones
Turns me to white gold
While we fade to black

Underneath my skin, I’m shining
Makes me feel uneasy
Afraid to ask, we fade to black, we will

This is electricity, this is electricity

In four square windows
In added spaces
You’ll fade to black
You’ll fade to black, you will

Typeset on paper
Indents your memory
But now it’s faded black, all around you
People made of wax
You keep your distance, oh

Out of touch, your touch through my bones
Turns me to white gold
While we fade to black
We fade to black

Underneath my skin, I’m shining
Makes me feel uneasy
Afraid to ask, we fade to black, we will

Out of touch
Your touch through my bones
Turns me to white gold
While we fade to black,
We fade to black

Underneath my skin, I’m shining
Makes me feel uneasy
Afraid to ask, we fade to black, we will

Written A. Warner, P. Keusch
Produced, Recorded and Mixed by Peter Wade Keusch
Programming and Synthesizers:  Amanda Warner and Peter Wade Keusch
Additional Engineering and Digital Editing: Emmett Farley