Throttle

Throttle

BandRockPunk

Explosive guitar driven, melodic. Punk/Rock goodness...Rough 'round the edges...

Biography

Punk, Rock'n'roll melodic noisiness....from such fun places as Australia, Minneapolis & where ever it is the 'Cubs' are from...if you like the Replacements, Off with their Heads, Bits of the Clash or the Methadones....you might just enjoy this....You could even throw in a pinch of Nirvana....

Lyrics

Taken Hostage

Written By: Bailey

Taken Hostage

Verse 1
Settle down, why don't you
take another breath
Have a little patience it's just
the world that's gone crazy
Feel like a hostage as the day
wears on
Sleep it off until tomorrow
stay tucked in nice and tight

Chorus
Stay tucked in nice and tight
Completely out of sight
Got room for one more?

Verse 2
Only Monday morning,
more of this to come
It's a bumpy road ahead
better just hang on
Like a spear piercing your brain
the voices never stop
Keep your head under the
covers stay tucked in
nice and tight

Chorus
Stay tucked in nice and tight
Completely out of sight
Got room for one more?

Bridge
You're telling me
it's an emergency
And you can't get up? Get up!!

Verse 3
Are your nightmares curled up
tight beside you there
Is it checkmate if you even
glance sideways
Are you tucked in tight?
It's only Monday morning
there's more of this to come
That's why you feel like a
hostage
Are you tucked in tight?

Lost

Written By: Donahue

Lost

Verse 1
First of all, you come
trippin' down the hall
Spinning Through a
burned out freefall
Calling out my name
Secondly, you've been
living down below me
You don't even want to
know me,
don't wanna know my
name

Chorus
You're lost,
lost I can see it in your
face
And your face is killing me
Lost, don't follow me, lost,
don't be calling out my
name
Verse 2
You just stay until it hurts
Standing in a Pinwheel
t shirt callin'out my name
Quickly,it is time now to
run away I don't know
what else to say
I don't want you around
me

Chorus
You're lost, lost I can see
it in you're face
And you're face is killing me
Lost don't follow me,
lost,don't be calling out my
name

Free Lunch

Written By: Bailey


3. Free Lunch.


Verse 1 She can't open her eyes
They're swollen shut
It grates on her nerves a little bit

Chorus And she's currently being subsidised
Quite convenient 'til she's suddenly kicked
Against the curb with no more free lunch

Verse 2 A little worse for wear
She can't get up
Got a throbbing headache can't get rid of
Can't open her eyes
They're swollen shut
It grates on her nerves a little

Chorus And she's currently being subsidised
It's quite convenient 'til she's suddenly kicked
Against the curb with no more free lunch

Bridge Got her hand out again, wants one of everything
It's a long fucking drive
Got her hand out again, wants one of everything
Take me along for the ride

Chorus And she's currently being subsidised
It's quite convenient 'til she's suddenly kicked
Against the curb with no more free lunch

Taxi

Written By: Donahue


Taxi.


Verse 1 Taxi,drive by Mary's street
Taxi,she's the girl I dig
I've only known her a little while
I look into her eyes
Taxi, right down Cherry st
Taxi, she's the girl I'd eat
I only hope I can taste her
I really like her
Taxi we're taking a left here
Once more around the block
I know she lives around here
Ah, there she is,I could stop by just to see her
I could stop on by just to please her
I could stop on by for a piece of her
Taxi, pull it over
pull yhis fucking rig over

Head Over Heels

Written By: Bailey

Head over heels.

In the dark recess of my brain
The wheels were set in motion
And no matter how bad it gets
There never seems a viable option

Halfway there I lose my mind
Head over heels I go

I wander down to my backyard
For a little sun and realignment
But nomatter how long I stay there
The window closes right up behind me

Halfway there I lose my mind
Head over heels I go

It's so complicated
Halfway there I lose my mind
I was half way there.

Blown

Written By: Donahue

6.Blown.

You tried to exist on the end of a stick
'Til you saw that you were it, didn't ya

Blown

You tried to belong like the message ina song
'Til you saw it all go wrong, didn't ya

Blown

We tried to connect we had monkeys on our back
'Til the time of your wreck and the message on my phone

Blown

You look down and it comes swirling back
There's a knot in your stomach
That gets tighter and tighter
You try to throw up but get thrown on your back
And held there crucified

Blown

Strapped

Written By: Bailey

Strapped

If i cover my head I can sleep like I'm dead
Don't wake me up if my eyes are shut I'm just relaxing

If I dive deep enough my ears'll get blocked
The world turns silent except the ringing in my head
I'm still adjusting

If I turn on the box I'll get sucked in and lost
Don't hold me back, don't pull me out
It's so relaxing

Should learn to cope,just a little strapped for time
Seem to forget that I'm walking a thin line
Nearly always teetering over the edge

I can't stand waking up every morning
Learn to crawl over and over again
I'm strapped in

Over My Shoulder

Written By: Bailey

Over My Shoulder

I don't think that's possible right now
Due to my current situation
I Don't think that's possible right now
Or any time soon

Keep looking over my shoulder
Expecting you to pop out of nowhere
If I could slip of intoa coma
I'd be happy doing nothing else

That's not such a great idea
Considering the implications
That's not such a great idea right now
Or any time soon

Keep looking over my shoulder
Expecting you to pop out of nowhere
If I could slipof into a coma
I'd be happy doing nothing else

Discography

One album in the can....released on Collision Course Records....titled 'Discharge'...available at Interpunk.com, or CD Baby.com

The tracks Strapped, Taxi & Over my shoulder have been getting airplay on a couple of stations

Back into the cozy confines of Scott Wielands' Lavish studios in March 2008 to start on 2nd full length...with Uncle Doug at the helm once again...

Set List

We've been known to throw in Devos' 'Mongoloid'....always a crowd fave....& a smouldering rendition of Xs' 'Motel Room', along with new & old Throttle'ns