Building Six

Building Six

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Fusing the intensity and politics of early punk, a country-folk inspired songwriting sensibility, and an experimental approach to traditional rock instrumentation, Building Six represents a genre-resistant hybrid in the rough mold of XTC, Radiohead or Mission of Burma.

Biography

Songwriter Paul Parkhill uses the volatile backdrop of outer borough New York to paint a picture of wartime America and the struggles of middle-class life in a rapidly gentrifying town. Parkhill, who works a day job as an urban planner and community activist, conflates personal, geographical and political themes throughout the album, pulling out surprising connections between industrial decline, marriage and children, American empire, cultural evangelism, McCarthyism and urban redevelopment. Guitarist Derek Denckla, a veteran of the DC indie hardcore scene of the late-1980s (including the bands Geek and Choke) teases out both the melodic and dischordant strains of the songs, creating a wailing, playful commentary on Parkhill's songs. Bassist Carl Hum (Never on Sunday) provides an industrial groove that bridges Denckla's and Parkhill's frantic guitars to drummer Dan Spagna's offbeat Keith Moonish drum parts. Building Six began taking shape in mid-2004 and has been playing consistantly in New York City since mid-2005. Record 1 will be available through the Vague Moon website (www.vaguemoon.com) and CD Baby in October 2006.

Lyrics

Lucky 7

Written By: Parkhill

Up on the redbird snaking west to town
Past where they burned that warehouse down
Look out the window one way, Babylon
Look out the other way it's dawn

I got a little girl two miles back
Born with a tiny broken heart
I don't care how far down this stretch of track
I gotta go to do my part

You never know the price you can afford
You never loved this much before
She is my Alpha and Omega, lord
You'll have to wait back by the door

Forget your careless ways
Your misspent time
You can't cash in those days
For one thin dime

Now I got these railyards and these factories
I got this busted skyline view
Just have to defer all these reveries
I got too damn much work to do

Lost Your Town

Written By: Paul Parkhill

Come out and feast your eyes upon your hissing new south lawn/
You might have called it country once but those days are long gone/
Look left, look right, imagine subdivisions out of site/
It’s the same every lawn you’re on

Box for sale, nothing down
Forsake your big old dirty town

You went and found yourself a neighborhood with scrap yards, trucks and rats/
Came home one morning to the smell of coffee, goodbye to all that/
Loft here, club there, a thousand condos rising in the air/
You know it all just leaves you flat

Colonize borderlines
Plow under everything you find

And when you wake up and you find that you lost your town/
And when you go out and there’s no one you know around/
And when you show up and the party is over/
It ain’t just ground

And now your chance is over, you can’t stay here if you’re broke/
You never could afford the rent but now it’s a big joke/
27 stops from downtown, that’s where you’ll hide/
Spend your whole life underground doing the backslide

Millionaires at the door
There ain’t no room for any more

And when you wake up and you find that you lost your town/
And when you go out and there’s no one you know around/
And when you show up and the party is over/
It ain’t just ground

Medicine Show

Written By: Paul Parkhill

Here’s a story of self-creation
A friend who rolled into town
Selling bottles of inspiration
Hard not to drink it down

Dirt road to nowhere
Birds stare down from the wire
Back up the trailer
Preach to the choir

Take out your rage, darling, take it out on me/
Shout down from the stage about your sad fantasy/
I take down the snake oil every once in awhile/
But make no mistake, brother, it don’t make me smile

Sixteen tons of your healing potion and
Only deeper in debt
Keep on waiting for revelation but
Hasn’t come to me yet

Out on the highway
Tune in the radio
Those angry voices
Won’t let you go

Take out your rage, darling, take it out on me
Shout down from the stage about your sad fantasy
I take down the snake oil every once in awhile
But make no mistake, brother, it don’t make me smile

Discography

6 song demo 7/05.
Album release September 2006/Vague Moon Records
3 new tracks at www.myspace.com/departmentofbuidings

Set List

Set is typically 40 minutes