Danger Death Ray

Danger Death Ray

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DIY Punk/rock/emo from Portland, OR. Danger Death Ray is made up of three Alaskans who love high energy music and DIY culture. They are influenced by Saves the Day, Jawbreaker, The Descendents and Motion City Soundtrack. If you are looking for fun tunes and a high energy live show, look no further

Biography

Early in the year of our Robot, 2009, three dapper and witty troglodytes were shanghaied from their home in Juneau, Alaska by a clandestine group of anti-scientists known above ground as SINGSOC. Each comrade was infused with preternatural abilities in an undisclosed space station near Titan through procedures of osmosis, rumination and isometrics.

Following this specialized purification Davey Death Ray, Dr. Wicked 5000 and Dooley Von Danger tour planet Earth with a single aspiration: Danger Death Ray! For peaceful purposes only. They materialize at basements, houses, and venues in whistle-stops speckling the globe.

With compositions revolving around the personal as political and the political as personal, punk fueled arrangements, a blurry focus on the impending disaster that is the dominant culture, and a semi-certain pop sensibility - Danger Death Ray aims to jolt the pop/punk scene, as well as the civilized world, from its afflictive stupor.

Do not be alarmed: Danger Death Ray is for peaceful purposes only.

Lyrics

Gone For Good

Written By: David Conway

I'm so scared these days
when rooftop talks
and long cold walks don't solve anything
and I'm left to wonder
if all the sleep I've lost can make up
for the things I've said

And it's not like
I've always felt this way before
It's that I need something
or someone
who can help make me forget

If you think you have what it takes
to find lost souls
and save them
I may have the time for you
but if not
then I might as well not be here
In fact
I might as well be gone for good

Chevy Chase Chin

Written By: David Conway

I drive up to your house
and you look at me
through the blinds in your room
I'm waiting for you
You're waiting for me too

So, get in the car
show me a smile
and touch my hand
Tilt your head to the side
so I can see the light reflect in your eyes

It's getting late
and you know just how
I hate to see you go home
(The world is not so scary
when you plant your feet right near me)
I'm singing, you're smiling
Come on closer...
Please, my darling

As love exudes
like sweat from my pores
all is right with the smell of you now
And you say that you're not perfect
but we're perfect when we're in each other arms

One thing's for sure:
You're meant for me
and I am meant for you
So promise to be near me forever

An Audrey Hepburn Dress

Written By: Ryan Sotomayor

She met him on a late school night
and as the snowflakes cut the lamplight
he loved the way her smile slanted so slight
She flushed and chuckled at his stupid jokes
and they stamped their feet
and smoked some cigarettes
and as the snow fell he thought:

In my dreams I'll see you
wearing an Audrey Hepburn dress
In my dreams I'll see you
with your hand caressing my cheek

Inwardly he hummed a melody
as he crushed on her
since a bookstore day last summer
when she looked so sad and lovely

He watched with longing
as she let her hair fall down her back
and climbed into a jacket with a broken zipper

She said goodbye much to suddenly
He sighed
With her car battery recharged
She drove away
as the snow fell down
He drove with a borrowed truck
to buy a bouquet of jumper cables
and then he smiled, oh how he smiled

Close your eyes now and I'll kiss you
I'll close my eyes when you lay your head against me
Close your eyes now and I'll miss you
I'll close my eyes when I feel your breath against me

I'll pull an eyelash off your cheek
and then I'll hold it to my lips and blow!

Kiss The Sunrise

Written By: Ryan Sotomayor

This night's on fire!
The city sleeps in hazy dreams,
but I am listening
for guns to sound:
the timpani of an avalanche
or a glockenspiel that rings out.

This train wreck in my ears!
The folly and disaster
of a valentine gone wrong
it's nice to know
that with autumn comes the rain
and winter brings the ice and snow

So baby, let's all blow smoke.
And kiss the sunrise
right between the eyes.
Ba Ba Ba, Ba Ba Ba

I wake at dawn
before the city even turns it's lights on
and I'm aware
of a lovely woman in my bed
she's smart and funny
with long black hair

She bites my ears!
She whispers nothings
that can make my hair curl
it's nice to know
that a winter wrought with longing
can break in spring with eyes aglow

So baby, let's blow smoke!

And kiss the sunrise
right between the eyes.
Ba Ba Ba, Ba Ba Ba

Ba Ba Ba Ba Ba Ba Ba Ba
Whoa oh oh

And kiss the sunrise
right between the eyes.
Ba Ba Ba, Ba Ba Ba

Silly Little Smile

Written By: David Conway

I looked across the room at you
with a silly little smile
and kept on hoping that you would
come over
and say: "hey, what's your name?"
you traced the rim of your glass with your delicate little fingers

And then we talked for hours
about the music we like
and the movies that we love
and how we both wished that life didn't have to be so complicated
but we never did say goodbye

Now when I see you with your legging straps underneath your feet and those curlies in your hair
and those freckles on your face
I know it wasnt by accident
I know it wasn't a coincidence
that we met fatefully on that night

and now we talked for hours
about the music we like
and the movies that we love
and how we both wish that life didn't have to be so complicated
but we never did say goodbye

Billie Joe Armstrong, You Are Dead To Me

Written By: David Conway

I'm sorry Billie Joe
that you can't play at Gilman
but I can whoa-oh

I guess you can
just not with your "real" band
the one that makes you money

So you can play "punk-rock-politician"
and write records that are about nothing except thinly veiled, trite sentiments like:
"It sucks to be an American"

So quit your whining
'cause no one is interested
especially not the kids at Gilman

Rock Against: "Rock Against Bush"

Written By: David Conway

A generation
lied to by those that they believed
and all we're left with
is greed and apathy

So give us back our trust
you've had it long enough
go back to being angsty-millionares

They make good advertising space by using the president's face
but whose wallet is growing?
and who are they helping?
NO ONE!

The record-deals
the sold out shows
the t-shirt sales
where does the money go?

And all that time
they say they are looking out for you
well that's the biggest fucking joke I've ever heard.
They are going to lie 'til they bleed out their teeth.

Let's Go!

Yesterday, When My Lover Was A Lesbian

Written By: Ryan Sotomayor

I watched the news on Wednesday night
I unhooked the phone and got so stoned and lay down on the floor to get the feeling just right

I awoke alone on Thursday night
I read a book about East Timor
and I drank some more
and fell asleep with the lights on

Now I'm calling you from a pay phone in Rexburg, Idaho
listening to your husband's voice on the answering machine
and I can't masturbate away your memory
so I'm spitting on our names carved into the concrete

I wrote a treatise on Friday night
about feminism and anarchy and my hard-on for the environment

I read a zine on Saturday night about the Black-Panther-Party and COINTELPRO
and now I just want to cry

So I'm calling you from a pay phone in Rexburg, Idaho
listening to your daughter's voice on the answering machine
and I still haven't figured out how to say goodbye
so I'm gonna sit here on the ground and I'm gonna to cry

What happened
from when you touched my tits
I bit your neck
and we threw our Mormon ancestry to the wind
because you got married
and I got wasted but your scent still lingers on me

I was not experimenting
I was holding on you dear
I was holding on you dear
I was not experimenting
I was holding on to you dear
for the rest of my life

And I'm calling you from a pay phone in Rexburg, Idaho
listening to your voice sing on the answering machine

And I just can't believe how fucked up this makes me feel.

Now I'm calling you from a pay phone in Rexburg, Idaho
listening to your husband's voice on the answering machine
and I can't masturbate away your memory
So I'm spitting on our names carved into the concrete

I'm spitting on our names carved into the concrete
I'm spitting on our names carved into the concrete

Brother, Don't Go To Mesquite

Written By: Ryan Sotomayor

I know the flashing lights are hypnotizing
the trick says easy money is much better than TV

But I'm starting to ache for your soul
I'm starting to fear for your salvation

I like the flashing lights
I like the slots and easy money
I like the booze

But I'm starting to ache for your soul
I'm starting to fear for your salvation

Brother don't go to Mesquite
Brother don't go to Mesquite
I've got a bad, bad feeling things will go down
So, Brother don't go to Mesquite

I just got back
from Mesquite this morning
with three hundred dollars
tucked into my sleeve

Discography

"Stop And Smell The Moses EP"
-December 05, 2009. Recorded/Mixed/Mastered at Haywire Studios in PDX by Robert Bartleson.

"For Peaceful Purposes Only" - July 16, 2009. The debut album! 13 songs, completely DIY. Available for digital download and streaming now on MySpace.com

"Tigers In Bed EP" - July 16 2009. Digital download only. This EP is free with the purchase of Danger Death Ray T-Shirts! It features acoustic songs and B-sides from "For Peaceful Purposes Only"

Set List

Sets typically range from 20 minutes to 45 minutes. Also available is an acoustic set with a more indie/folk vibe.
A typical "loud" set would be as follows:

Silly Little Smile
Rock Against "Rock Against Bush"
She's Real, He's On The Jetset
Gone For Good
The Last Thing
Brother, Don't Go To Mesquite
Kiss The Sunrise
Chevy Chase Chin
An Audrey Hepburn Dress
Billie Joe Armstrong, You Are Dead To Me
My Favorite Vowels are E and I
All Other Colors Fail

"Typical" Acoustic Set:
Yesterday When My Lover Was A Lesbian
FFP
Zombie Dreams
When You Call
Does Charlie Still Sing?
Christmas For Katherine
My Last Flight Home

Covers:
Miracle Man (Elvis Costello)
Turnpike Gates (Lifetime)
I Can't Help Falling In Love With You (Elvis)
Dream Lover (Bobby Darin)
Boxcar (Jawbreaker)
Three Miles Down (Saves The Day)
Surfwax America (Weezer)