The Sly Digs

The Sly Digs

 Long Beach, California, USA
BandRockIndie

The main ingredients of energetic Indie/Space Rock are braised and simmered with Post-Punk, Rockabilly, Spaghetti Country & Western, Surf, Garage, Psychedelia and a dash of Funk/R&B. The result is a truly accessible musical casserole, known only as “Sly-Fi”.

Biography

The Sly Digs are a team of intergalactic misfits, sent to earth, from the far reaches of interstellar space, to corrupt your mind and infect your soul. Propelled by boundless joy and a supreme distaste for the ordinary, The Sly Digs have been sent to earth with a singular, clandestine mission: to infiltrate the hearts and minds of all humankind with the symbiotic known as Sly-Fi….(Their secondary mission: to rid humanity of run on sentences and the “improper” use of….punctuation!….)

Sly-Fi is the distillation of all the artists and events that have inspired or been admired by The Sly Digs. It is a unique but familiar brand of music designed to possess the masses, raise their glasses and shake their asses. The Sly Digs forthcoming album, entitled “Ascension” is due for release early 2016 and it is sure to show the people of earth the true power of Sly-Fi.

Lyrics

Cato Appropriated

Written By: Josh Lopez

With a seesaw hand
He shoveled mud up on the doorstep of the rickshaw man
And if and who and why and what is kept up there
The darkest crease inside his brain’s not willing to share

Clouseau hear me Cato
Say fare thee well

And all the people they ran
Chasing after Bertram with a honey glazed ham
Feeling wise like Beauregard Clementine
Their narrow minds are paralyzed pantomimes

Clouseau hear me Cato
Stole this part…

I saw the megaloman
He sold his medal for a photo op with Caesar and Sam
I’m pretty sure that I would part with my last dime
Just to get another tip for another good time

Clouseau hear me Cato
Say fare thee well

They hatched a dastardly plan
Sitting on the bumper of a rusted out van
Listen to Me Daddy-O
Albert Bones Electric Meal has gotta Move On

So, Clouseau hear me Cato
Stole this part…

So many ways to get your kicks
So many ways to get unzipped
When I can’t find a part that fits
I rip off a Cato riff

Clouseau hear me Cato
Stole this part…from Planet Heart

Drunk Dial

Written By: Josh Lopez

Sitting here my eyes are glazed
And it’s only a Monday
And I’m drifting off into someday
Boxed up in this veal-fattening pen
I’ve got to get away
From these short grey fuzzy walls
Around me that are closing in
But tonight I’m gonna climb aboard that train

Hey, this drunk dial’s for me

There are so very few of these here traditions
Worth upholding and fewer still
That you wish would carry on and never fade away
There’s a herd of slurry blurry vowels here to emancipate
And to propagate and to denigrate
And to celebrate and to inebriate

Hey, this drunk dial’s for me

Well it’s a world where everybody’s out to get theirs
Get them some and then slink away
Do as they please with the birdie disease
Before they fly away
But not you my man I know you’ve never never been that way
And tonight were gonna climb aboard that train

Hey, this drunk dial’s for me

{Blowfish get the guppy}

It’s late, I step away
I’m waiting for it, I’m waiting for it
It’s late I step away
I’m waiting for it, I’m treading water

Drunk dial

Steak Knives

Written By: Josh Lopez

Now I just don’t understand
How you can hold such a narrow view
And why you don’t give a damn
That I ain’t buying
And you’re still trying
To sell me all your fairy tales today

I think you’re so arrogant
Say that you know the very will of God
And you can show me the way
You’re either arrogant or ignorant
It’s hard to tell either way I wish you well today

Selling the divine like a set of steak knives
Taking it back like an old pair of shoes
Open up the bible like it’s yesterday’s paper
and quote it like it’s late breaking news

Now I just don’t understand
How there is only one way
Go on and tell me again
How you and yours will be saved

Selling the divine like a set of steak knives
Taking it back like an old pair of shoes
Open up the bible like it’s yesterday’s paper
And quote it like it’s late breaking news

Studio D

Written By: Josh Lopez

I don’t ask you for too much
You don’t expect that much from me
So I figure it’s a wash
Quid pro quo and vis a vis
Now this little house is flipping upside down
With superlative hyperbole to spin it around
The ferocity of all this clear and present animosity
Chafing at our greasy parts with dwindling viscosity

Down we go
Hatbox-halo lady lie

Maybe I ask you for too much
And you expect too much from me
Either way it’s a lock
We’ll revisit this for weeks
Is this at the core of our ubiquitous ambivalence?
Or is it just a symptom of our cosmic insignificance?
Lets mitigate this windfall of emotional extortion
Because this vitriol’s a virus of pandemic proportions

Down we go
Hatbox-halo lady lie

I won’t ask you for permission
But I’ll be begging your forgiveness

Down we go
Hatbox-halo lady lie

Only for a Time

Written By: Josh Lopez

She was born out of loneliness
Reaped and sewn, a stranger at home
And down by a river’s edge she knelt down
Tilted her head up and toward the sky
And the words still hung on the air
Like a star that shines at night
But has long since burned away

She had run out on her own again
Anonymity here, safety there

They said
We can offer you heaven
But only for a time
You can’t stay here forever
Only up until your lease expires

She had run out on her own again
Anonymity here, safety there
And she cried…

They said
We can offer you heaven
But only for a time
You can’t stay here forever
Only up until your lease expires

She was born out of loneliness
And came to bear a child of her own
She has shed all of that loneliness
That her son will never know

St. George

Written By: Josh Lopez

Seems my life was running circles
Inside a big square state
Drowning, three hundred miles
From a Great Salt Lake
Just give me something to wait for

And to this very day
In some ambitious way
I keep on searching for a saint
In these latter days
Lord knows I couldn’t find one back in the day
And just what was George a saint of?

Now I’m so far from St. George
And far from a saint
Oh so far from Utah
In so many ways

Who’ll find a way for
A heathen boy trying to stay alive?
Lord knows I’d pray for
Anywhere beyond the four three five

I knew that town was just fallout
From nineteen fifty three
Not even Moses could begin
To part that red neck sea
I knew there was no one to wait for

And to this very day
In some ambitious way
I keep on searching for a saint
In these latter days
Lord knows I couldn’t find one back in the day
And just what was George a saint of?

Now I’m so far from St. George
And far from a saint
Oh so far from Utah
In so many ways
Who’ll find a way for
A heathen boy trying to stay alive?
Lord knows I’d pray for
Anywhere beyond the four three five

Who’ll make a way for
A heathen boy trying to stay alive?
Brigham make way for
A young heathen trying to stay alive

Now I’m so far from St. George
And far from a saint
Oh so far from Utah
In so many ways

Head Down

Written By: Josh Lopez

With your head down
It’s tough to keep a pace
With your head down
You might wander from the road
And then you hear that little voice
Inside your head and you know
With your head down you might just fall from grace

I know how it feels

Out walking with your head down
And your running into walls
With your head down
Tears don’t have far to fall
Whether you’re five foot six or six foot five
You can only view the world two shoes at a time
You can never watch your back
Or stay on track with it so low
With your head down it’s tough to keep a pace
With your head down you might lay yourself to waste

I know how it feels
With your head down

I said it’s a long way down to find your head

I know how it feels
With your head down

Treadmill to Purgatory

Written By: Josh Lopez

Wear that monkey on a broken back and I say
There just ain’t nothin’ like runnin’ in place
Jimmy and Bob got their Stairway to Heaven on sale
Bon’s still stuck in a traffic jam on a Highway to Hell

I’m in sad sad shape
So I’ll just run in place
Oh I’m in sad sad shape

Wear that monkey on a broken back and I say
There just ain’t nothin’ like runnin’ in place
There are so many song written about the afterlife
I prefer this eternal slacker’s paradise

I’m in sad sad shape
So I’ll just run in place
Oh I’m in sad sad shape

Wear that monkey on a broken back and I say
There just ain’t nothin’ like runnin’ in place

Got Away

Written By: Josh Lopez

I’ll get me a plan I’ll find me a way
to put this off another day
‘cause when tomorrow comes and what tomorrow brings
will be just fine by me

I can see it coming down around again
I can feel it wrapping round my head again
It’s all those things that got away from me
all the things that got away from me

Flappin’ up and down and side to side like a windsock in my head
The past has left these craters in my brain
Pack it in, bag it up and leave it all behind
When it comes to procrastination
the United Nations aint got nothin’ on me

I’ll find me some other way to get me just one more day
Then extend that one day into three
‘cause when tomorrow comes and what tomorrow brings
will be just fine my me

Can’t you see it’s coming down around again
I can feel it wrapping round my head again
It’s all those things that got away from me
all the things that got away from me

Flappin’ up and down and side to side like a windsock in my head
The past has left these craters in my brain
Pack it in, bag it up and leave it all behind
When it comes to procrastination
The United Nations aint got nothin’ on me

Can’t you see it’s coming down around again
I can feel it wrapping round my head again
It’s all those years that got away from me
all the things that got away from me

1000 Voices

Written By: Josh Lopez

My head is a crowded city where every citizen’s hair is on fire
On the corner there’s a chapel where all my mother’s prayers are a choir
And all my dreams they back down the alley ways
Aberration has a mortem lidless stare

Always have to waste some
To pluck the shiny ones
Only have to wait some
For these accoutrements

A thousand captive but not confined
And they’re only set free one at a time
A thousand voices, a one track mind
These here rubber band hands stretchin’ wide
And all my dreams they back down the alley ways
Aberration has a mortem blinkless stare

Always have to waste some
To pluck the shiny ones
Only have to wait some
For these accoutrements

Parting words from me and the others
Think before you throw my broke ass away

Discography

Eee Pee - 2008

Drunk Dial EP - 2012

1000 Voices and a One Track Mind - 2012

Set List

Cato Appropriated
High Time to Lay Low
Waxing Ambidextrous
In So Many Words
Selfdestructo Bust(Turbonegro)
Only For A Time
Head Down
Psycho Killer (Talking Heads)
Casserole
Shineman
Treadmill to Purgatory
1000 Voices From a One Track Mind

Encore/Alternate:

Steak Knives
Bore Out My Head
Empties
Got Away