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Government's walls are coated with blood The rich need power Satisfaction of previous wars Add heat to the fallout shower Electric fence They do not care Electric fence Is the electric chair Tie 'em up and increase the power Fry your morals into his head His crime wasn't justified Another life left for the dead Electric fence They do not care Electric fence Is the electric chair Just like Jesus crucified Killed in the name of their pride Death has gone high tech With the symbol of oppression on their necks Electric fence They do not care Electric fence Is the electric chair Deadly microcosm of tradition Man's relation to earth growing smaller Government is a symbol of death Look at who represents the dollar Electric fence They do not care Electric fence - Brings on the nightmare
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Cactus Apple 02:40
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There soon may be a killing Of all forms of life The superpowers put mankind On the edge of a knife They spend so much money On weapons that don't even talk How can you sit back and watch There must be a stop! We are very short of time People are getting scared The things man do for a dime Is the nightmare The starving will be at your front door And radiation in your backyard There will be no place to hide Cause the sun will inflict scars!
4.
Marriage 03:36
So you want to get married He's the perfect guy He has lots of money And he drives a fancy car You can't wait 'til he puts That ring on your little finger Society Has got you in a trap Do you really believe in God? Do you really believe in government? So you really want to marry this guy You really love him that much You're gonna sign your name On the bottom of a piece of paper? You're gonna sign your life away! Society Has got you in a trap Do you really believe in God? Do you really believe in government?
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Broken Heart 02:23
Push the needle in your vein Sink into your deadly pain In your mouth with that fancy pill More and more you can't get your fill Shove some white shit up your nose Need some help as your anxiety grows Broken heart with martini dry What a romantic way to die You're obsessed you've got a one-track mind Can't be released from your deadly bind One more smoke just one more drink Ain't it fun you can hardly think All your friends they mean real well But face it folks, life is hell Broken heart with suicide What a romantic way to die
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Shot out of a cannon Circus of the stars You can party on down And you won't be alarmed Turn on your T.V. And see some nice places You don't care if it's a charade 'Cause you look up to these faces And I still can't believe Centuries old These "people" take their names And I still can't believe How the essence of life Could be shot down Like an eagle in flight What a nice world Fast cars and bikinis Too bad it isn't real Eating sportaginis The cops are real stylish The latest in the trend They really care about human feelings And what comes around that bend The cops you see on Miami Vice Are not real people They are products of a producer's head And his need to make money When you turn on Dynasty You'll see what I mean This is not reality It's a money maker's dream And I still can't believe Centuries old These "people" take their names And I still can't believe How the essence of life Could be shot down Like an eagle in flight
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Nazi Parties 01:04
Get your hand stamped at the door You can play, don't care what for Hope your music ain't too scary 'Cause if it is we're Hitler's navy Nazi party -- one way street Nazi party -- ain't we neat Nazi parties -- birthday boy Nazi parties -- it's a fascist ploy Put your dollar in for beer Well why not? Adolph's here He looks so pretty dressed in black We stabbed you in the back Nazi party -- it's what you lack Nazi party -- so don't come back Nazi parties -- swastika Nazi parties!!!! Put your dollar in for beer Well why not? Adolph's here Swazi mounted on the door Madonna's dancing on the floor Hey Nazi what's your second name? When the world blows up, you're to blame Hey Nazi and your fascist kind I won't conform -- I'm not blind!
10.
New Land 03:11
I'm an outlaw on my way to Peace, love, and Anarchy The more I understand The meaning of the sun My new lands detach from government slavery Violent man kills Indians Then rapes Mother Earth for profits Man wastes the fruit of life Then he burns up its pits Land, wise bird on trees of liberty Discover life, not man's insanity Your mind ain't a jail You hold the key Let's blow ourselves up with The soil of the heart The great plains like ahead It's a new land
11.
PJD Theme 01:10
A family town by a polluted sea Authority drove the juveniles crazy Now we won't let this town be If the cops ask: "Who are we" Tell 'em: PJD (4X) We have no ego And we have no money Spray paint and skateboards Set us free! PJD (4X) Parents send some away But the tradition is here to stay We've got your fucking town at bay You want to join in? Yes you may! PJD (4X)
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The day of the dead Ain't no propaganda on TV The sky glooms red -- this is reality Suffering animals with exposed bones Trees ablaze become hell's tombstones The day of the dead Death's bedtime story The books that were read Were of power and glory Now two suns inhabit the galaxy Closing another door Maybe the next life form will see And not want anymore...
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Sailing 03:13
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Rules 03:05
You tell me how to act and You tell me what to do Let me tell you right now With your rules I'm through I'm gonna do what I'm gonna do Regardless of what you say So why do you keep telling me To do things your way? I'm not a machine I'm not your little boy I ain't one of your followers I'm not gonna fight your wars I don't think the way you think And I don't believe in what you say I ain't gonna follow your rules And look out 'cause I ain't walkin' away You give me all these rules Yet you tell me to be myself When I try to stand up You tell me to sit down You tell me how to act and You tell me what to do Let me tell you right now With your rules I'm through
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Deadly Game 03:01
The boys are givin' you problems It's evident to me You're gonna solve it with your guns That's the way it's got to be The boys are givin' you problems Getting real rough You try to stop them, you say: "Men we must be tough" If you ever looked in the mirror You'd see what I see Your life is a contradiction Hypocrisy How can you stop violence With a loaded gun You become just like them Intelligence you shun I see a picture It's on my TV "America brings down terrorists, Film at 3" Then you turn around Invade the next door That's bullshit, you became what you hate You started a war How can you stop violence By being its source You say a lot of words But you'll never change the course How can you keep playing your deadly game Your terrorists and yourselves Are both to blame
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Cymbal Jam 04:55
18.
So you say you're The leader of the pack A man among men and that's that You have the power, you have authority You have a gift and people listen Well, I think you're full of shit You're a leader? What leader? No one leads me You stand upon your stage People blindly follow your every word Do you ever think of all the people Suffering while you're throwing your Ego around? I've got something to say, I'm gonna say it right now: You're in the newsroom, You're a big man You've got something to say And you're real smart You're a politician, President of the U.S. You think you're above me? Who gave you the right? Why should I listen to you, Whenever I try to speak You fuck me over Can't you see that while you're up there On your papal heights Spreading the facts around That as long as you're up there And I'm down here There will never be freedom There are others who have brains, Who can think, who can talk!
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Sea Slug 01:37
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During the school year I couldn't do the work I didn't understand it I am no jerk Now they got me goin' to school On my own break I am always givin', but I never take Life isn't a game It's school that is played Books give teachers lies Then they are relayed I feel like an animal locked up in a cage Always twistin' and turnin' To the next page Freedom is a thing Which must not be rusted But whenever I polish it up I just get busted
21.
Wedding 01:18
The sun is shining -- It's black inside The sun is shining -- It's black inside The sun is shining -- It's dark inside The sun is shining -- It's death inside Concrete hell, waste in the air Expensive people, it isn't fair An engine sound -- sweet perfume A fatal cry -- no more room People dying left and right Another crowd another fight A button is pressed, a bomb goes off A blinding light, a final cough No more lies that we can give and take The sun is shining -- It's black inside The sun is shining -- It's black inside The sun is shining -- It's dark inside The sun is shining -- It's death inside Concrete hell, waste in the air Expensive people, it isn't fair An engine sound -- sweet perfume A fatal cry -- no more room People dying left and right Another crowd another fight A button is pressed, a bomb goes off A blinding light, a final cough No more lies that we can give and take (It's too late to awake)
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about

Earth was Treacherous Jaywalkers' debut studio album. It was released in April 1986 on cassette in an edition of 61 copies, on their PJD label.

On a vaguely chilly, spring-time Santa Ana-wind-blanketed Los Angeles night in 1985 the Treacherous Jaywalkers made our way from our practice pad in Mar Vista to a house in Beverly Hills. Or was it Brentwood? I can’t remember. I had recently turned 17.

A girl from our singer’s high school was having a birthday party and we were enlisted to play.

We arrived to a family in confusion. The birthday girl, who looked like she had just stepped out of BOY London minutes earlier, was arguing with her slightly older brother, who’s sense of style seemed like it had recently been immortalized in Brett Easton Ellis’ Less Than Zero. “They can’t play here!” he yelled as he tried to storm off. “Yes they can!” she yelled back, trying to follow him. No they can’t! Yes they can! were the wails echoing through the canyon along with the billows and maybe a few errant unmarked hundred dollar bills.

I looked to our singer, who had already passed out and was laying face down in a patch of ivy, his mohawk resembling an exotic armadillo’s back as he paused to take a rest from eating insects.

A movement in the distance caught my eye. A frail-looking, elderly man was beckoning to me from the other side of a sliding glass window, a mischievous glint in his eye and a cockeyed grin on his face.

Inside the house was all gleaming oak, pastel gold and silver sparkles. The hallway smelled like wood polish and whiskey, and the old man was unsteady on his feet. He spoke backwards-masked nonsense, pointing to a framed 8X10 black and white photo hanging on the wall and saying something like, blahdebe blah blah, lookey here young’un. In the photo were a group of astronauts posing for the camera. Standing next to the astronauts were a larger group of official looking men, some dressed in outfits that read NASA, some in three-piece suits, all smiling. To the right of the group, next to a NASA flag, was an American flag. To the left of the group, also next to a NASA flag, was a Nazi flag. See? See? said the man, momentarily coherent. NAZI FLAG. AMERICAN FLAG. Now, looky here, you. He diverted my attention to the decorative bronze doorknob plates affixed to the stained brown hinged monoliths around us. Below every doorknob was a Nazi swastika. The old man smiled and said something else I couldn’t understand, or which I refused to remember. But anyways, we shortly left the party.

Decamped in my tiny garage bedroom at my mom’s house, Quinn and I got to work immediately on the song that became “Nazi Parties”, found here in its recorded form along with the original handwritten lyrics.

This was 1985. Ronald Reagan. Iran-Contra. Anti-Nuke demonstrations. Drunk old Republican men recounting their NASA Nazi USA salad days to attractive teenaged boys in punk bands while their spoiled grandkids argued. We fired our singer. Not that we didn’t like him. We just wanted to be able to play gigs. Why don’t you try singing? Quinn asked me. Not much has changed.

Josh Haden - 17 May 2020 Los Angeles

credits

released May 18, 2020

WARNING: Explicit language

Josh Haden - Bass, Vocals
Quinn Haber - Guitars, Vocals on Crucial Truth
James Fenton - Drums

Steve Tounsand - Cowbell (Rules), Backing Vocals (Nazi Parties, PJD Theme, Wedding)
Daryle Goldfarb - Bomb Noise (Day Of The Dead), Backing Vocals (Nazi Parties, PJD Theme)
Rachel Stratton - Backing Vocals (Marriage)
Marshall Crouch - Backing Vocals (Nazi Parties, PJD Theme)
Sean Wheatley - Backing Vocals (Nazi Parties, PJD Theme)
Mark Fenton - Backing Vocals (Nazi Parties, PJD Theme)
Aiden - Human Beatbox (Crucial Truth)

Recorded and mixed by Steve Tounsand
Boat Song, Process Of Elimination, Where's U.C.L.A.?, Nazi Parties, Rules, Sea Slug, Summer School recorded at P.J.D. Studios #1 (Steve's Living Room) July 31, 1985
All other songs recorded at P.J.D. Studios #2 (James' Garage) February 16, 1986.

Quinn Haber wrote Electric Fence, Cactus Apple, The Boat Song, New Land, PJD Theme, Crucial Truth, Day Of The Dead, Sailing, Sea Slug, Summer School, Wedding.

Josh Haden wrote Marriage, Broken Heart, Circus Of The Stars, Nazi Parties, Rules, Deadly Game, Cymbal Jam, Leader Of The Pack.

Quinn and Josh wrote Process Of Elimination.

Quinn, Josh, and James wrote Where's U.C.L.A.?

All songs published by jamesjoshquinn music (BMI).

Artwork by James Fenton

Thanks: Marshall Crouch (#1 roadie via the buick electra 225), Mustard, blue garden blue, Eric Johnson, Eddie Gregor, Zippy, Dave & Entropy, Campos Mexican Food, Erik Rimmander, Joel Bremson

Digitally edited and remastered by Josh Haden, May 2020.

Side One:
1. Electric Fence
2. Cactus Apple
3. The Boat Song
4. Marriage
5. Process Of Elimination
6. Broken Heart
7. Circus Of The Stars
8. Hey Mon, Where's U.C.L.A.?
9. Nazi Parties
10. New Land
11. PJD Theme

Side Two:
12. Crucial Truth
13. Day Of The Dead
14. Sailing
15. Rules
16. Deadly Game
17. Cymbal Jam
18. Leader Of The Pack
19. Seaslug
20. Summer School
21. Wedding
22. Nazi Parties 2

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Treacherous Jaywalkers Los Angeles, California

Treacherous Jaywalkers were a Los Angeles punk band between 1984-1992. This site is an ongoing repository of all Treacherous Jaywalkers studio and live recordings, with the exception of the three albums they released on SST Records in 1988 and 1989, respectively.

Josh Haden - bass, vocals

Quinn Haber - guitar

James Fenton - drums
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