Get Scrappy!

by The Diabolical Machines

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about

"Get Scrappy!" is our second major release, and it goes to much crazier sonic places than the first. Full of fuzz pedals, overdriven Farfisa organs, and songs about relationships, underdogs, introverts, and 1920s tattooed ladies, it's a garage rock-inspired warping of our usual catchy hooks.

The end result, we think, defies easy categorization. It's our own take on our influences - power pop, indie rock, garage rock, riot grrrl, art punk, lit rock. It's what happens when you give English majors a distortion pedal. And it's something we're very, very proud of.

credits

released 27 February 2014

Credits:
Steph Buchanan - guitar, lead vocal
Kevin Buchanan - Farfisa organ, Hammond organ, electric ukulele, backing vocals
Jonathan Holder - bass guitar
Aubrey Savage - drums

Tracks 1 & 4 written by Kevin & Steph Buchanan
Tracks 2, 3, and 5 written by Steph Buchanan

Produced by Kevin Buchanan
Engineered by Drew Gabbert at Sibling Collective Studio, Fort Worth, TX
Mastered by John McCaig at panicStudios, Seattle, WA

Artwork by Kevin Buchanan
Photography by Amanda Potter

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Track Name: Slice & Dice
You’ve been sitting on my fence
In a metaphorical sense
When the zombies beat against the door
I wanna know who you’re fighting for

Is this a laugh? Is this a treat?
Will this be our last defeat?
Pick up a blade, tear down my wall
In spring you stood before my fall

Arm yourself with sharpened words
Slice and dice me into thirds
Arm yourself with sharpened words
Slice and dice me into thirds

With each new twist you seem to glow
I learned your tricks ages ago
That’s not to say I don’t succumb
What can I say? I guess I’m dumb

Your snark won’t cut me like I feared
It’s kind of pleasant - is that too weird?
Parry, thrust, try not to stare
At your gold Volvo of Despair

Arm yourself with sharpened words
Slice and dice me into thirds
Arm yourself with sharpened words
Slice and dice me into thirds

Your laugh holds secrets never known
Even if I could dethrone
Pick up a blade, tear down your wall
In spring I stood before your fall

Arm yourself with sharpened words
Slice and dice me into thirds
Arm yourself with sharpened words
Slice and dice me into thirds

Arm yourself with sharpened words
Slice and dice me into thirds
Arm yourself with sharpened words
Slice and dice me into thirds
Track Name: Get Scrappy!
Get scrappy!
Get scrappy!
Get scrappy!
Get scrappy!

Duckin’ out early when it’s time to man up
A Post-It on the window and a whimper’s not enough
You can sit in your room ’til your face turns blue
But sooner, not later, there’s just one thing left to do

Get scrappy!
Get scrappy!
Get scrappy!
Get scrappy!

Truth is a cocktail best served straight up
Don’t dilute it with your bullshit, and don’t try to hide the cup
Practice makes perfect for a certain time
Until it’s masturbation - grab your pants and get in line

Get scrappy!
Get scrappy!
Get scrappy!
Get scrappy!

You can’t be obsessed with perfection
You could use time for reflection
On what you said
Use your heart, not your head

And get scrappy!
Get scrappy!
Get scrappy!
Get scrappy!
Get scrappy!
Get scrappy!
Get scrappy!
Get scrappy!
Track Name: Struck
Struck by the hand of a false god
I'm writing down my feelings so no one knows

That I'm such a square peg
I don't fit in
Sand off my edges
I'll never win

Old anxieties always get the best of me
If you want my heart, you'll always find it on my sleeve
Old anxieties always get the best of me
If you want my heart, you'll always find it on my sleeve

You think that I'll just give up trying
But, honey, I don't think you know me at all

I'll keep crawling back
Though things may look bleak
I may be quiet
But I am not weak

Old anxieties always get the best of me
If you want my heart, you'll always find it on my sleeve
Old anxieties always get the best of me
If you want my heart, you'll always find it on my sleeve

So just shut your mouth
And hear what I say
You talk, talk, talk but don't listen
But not, not, not, not today

Old anxieties always get the best of me
If you want my heart, you'll always find it on my sleeve
Old anxieties always get the best of me
If you want my heart, you'll always find it on my sleeve

You’ll find it
On my sleeve
Track Name: Weightless
When you showed up at my door
In that green dress you always wore
I knew right then my night was made
As the light began to fade

Just one look from you and I’m
Feeling weightless
With your hands all over me
Feeling weightless

You burned your thesis years ago
But your mind is still aglow
Your last debate came to blows
When you punched your boyfriend’s nose

Just one touch from you and I’m
Feeling weightless
Like a rocket to the moon
Feeling weightless

You’re exhausting, you’re a chore
You’re passed out on my kitchen floor
But everything you do, my dear
Is worth it just to have you near

Just one look from you and I’m
Feeling weightless
Like a rocket to the moon
Feeling weightless

Just one kiss from you and I’m
Feeling weightless
With your hands all over me
Feeling weightless
Track Name: Artoria
Canvas of skin, where oh where to begin
Ink, ink so blue, there’s so much we can do
Kick working class life in its back-breaking ass
Let’s break the mold, pack up and hit the road

Artoria
I’ll be your masterpiece
We’ll give our lives new lease
I’ll wear our love upon our skin
I’ll be your masterpiece
We’ll give our lives new lease
I’ll wear our love upon our skin

Behold the girl - most tattooed in the world
Were you born this way, or did brutes lead you astray
Stories abound - were you created or found
With these tattoos - the stories are all a ruse

Artoria
I’ll be your masterpiece
We’ll give our lives new lease
I’ll wear our love upon our skin
I’ll be your masterpiece
We’ll give our lives new lease
I’ll wear our love upon our skin

Bye August sun, now the circus is done
Autumn arrives, violence closes your eyes
I’ll care for you - it’s the least I can do
For the liberty that you etched onto me

Artoria
I’ll be your masterpiece
We’ll give our lives new lease
I’ll wear our love upon our skin
I’ll be your masterpiece
We’ll give our lives new lease
I’ll wear our love upon our skin