Heads Up Display

Heads Up Display

 New York City, New York, USA
BandRockAlternative

Heads Up Display is lush guitar rock mixed with hints of shoegaze and northwest twang. Imagine 'Pinkerton' sideswiping 'Doolittle' and colliding with 'Dirty' at 90 miles an hour on the BQE, leaving only three band members.

Biography

Heads Up Display are uncovering songs that had been long lost deep in the oceans of time. Three adventurers Josh, Steve and Kevin, in their mini-sub 'Abbey' skim the mid-Atlantic shelf for remnants of what had begun with such groups as the Wipers, the Pixies, the Promise Ring and Television. Their ongoing mission, to bring to light the sounds that made people sing out loud and dance as if 'Tomorrow' did not matter, continues to this day. Find out about their progress at www.headsupdisplay.net

Full Length record now available at headsupdisplay.bandcamp.com

Lyrics

Big Time

Written By: Land Lover Music

Big Time

I was dissecting a bullet while my girl was on a plane to seattle
for a birthday celebration with spirits now legally attainable
the ghosts swim around me in a second-hand fish tank

Hold your horses you're not ready for the big time
more distortion at the wedding of the real and your wildest fantasies

Another mix tape ensues with postcards and best wishes
keep the dishes clean after every meal
the neighbors close their eyes as i get into my pickup and sing out loud

©2009 Land Lover Music

Formula vs. Perfume

Written By: Land Lover Music

Formula vs. Perfume

The bottle of canteen perfume you kept inside your dressing room
reminds me of a dummy that a seamstress pins her patterns to
the patterns didn't take turned in the application late
didn't ask for my permission or consent on the release

And you stick to your formula it isn't pretty but it gets the job done
well so far so good
and I'll stick to my guns like they've got some kind of ammunitions thats
so far so good

This cutup never steams his suits he sews his yarns and hangs off stoops
a pawn inside a pawnshop buying blindfolds with the rent

Calling your bluff with a picket line stick
for purse strings wrapped around childproof scissors
to get a clean break with out losing a stitch
well it costs a pretty penny and I've spared no expense

I'll stay up nights and scratch with chalk
this antidote that ill concoct to pit against your aerosol
a smoking gun is all that I need to divulge that I'm out of the fold
and Im back out on the road

©2009 Land Lover Music

Tomorrows Gonna Pay

Written By: Land Lover Music

Tomorrows Gonna Pay

Im a stranger in a strange land quarantined to a waterbed
in a catatonic state while they interview a fake with the president
from a milkmaid farmhouse growing vessels I never had
to a pestilent southern town just a goober in a gunny sack

Tomorrow's Gonna Pay for the things I did today
I'm running up the tab under someone else's name
crawling slowly end of mourning

I'll covet your mainstream entrance don't know how to start
There's no future after breakfast the cathartic part

I've got my little red phone to tell my dirty jokes
inside my little black book the one with all the launch codes

Grapevine hooks sinkin' in, Elm Street Dive rumor mill
Circulations up subscriptions pinned, I draw a bead to a beeline ditch

H-all-e-luia

©2009 Land Lover Music

Red Eye Flight

Written By: Land Lover Music

Red Eye Flight

Book the red eye flight that makes you sick
staying up all night watching KISS
over rolling rock and cigarettes
No one knows that you are heading west
in a window seat clenching your fist
at the gangplanks where you catch your breath

Should have checked the front porch
for a welcome mat that stores
a spare key to the door
that only latch key kids ignore

Theres the flat tire you cannot fix
on her lap will you nurse me back to health
from a fix that you can never mend

©2009 Land Lover Music

Master Cylinder

Written By: Land Lover Music

Master Cylinder

I'll take you out on the town, we'll paint it red till we drown, until the money runs out
we'll see how much you can down, try to slow it all down, I never had a doubt
could spend the night on the couch, or sleep it off on the ground, instead I'll go to town

Master Cylinder breaks the brakes
main objective stays the same
Master Cylinder breaks the brakes
main objective still remains

I've got no time to react, under the overpass, and we cannot pass
I'll try to force a fast, and try to make it last, it won't ever last

Tell me whats the difference, you have somewhere you gotta be
it's the shortest distance, between two points we'll call A and B
You can die like a princess, next to me on a bench seat
Someday, Anyway

©2009 Land Lover Music

Discography

BC Records Westchester Compilation, 'Red Tape' EP. Stethoscope EP, AS/IS EP, Self Titled LP

Set List

Formula vs. Perfume
Master Cylinder
No Its Not What You Think
Writings on the Wall
Stunt Double
Tomorrow’s Gonna Pay
Waltz
Best Guess
More with Less

We cover Nick Cave (Deanna), Radio Radio(Elvis Costello), the Smiths (There Is A Light That Will Never Go Out)

Sets are usually maximum of 45min