Done is Done - liner notes

1. After These Messages

After these messages
There is no escape, we are brand identity
Shooting daggers at the Joneses
On our social feed

After these messages
By design produce a spike in dopamine
Two decibels louder
Let’s go on a spending spree!

My grass is not as green
My house is not as clean
Need a sportier car to drive
Need prescriptions to hit my stride

After these messages
We won’t hesitate to be part of the machine
Wanna fit in like a cog
Wound up to keep on spending

Who owns these messages?
I feel so American
Promise me the dream
The media call it "programming"

My clothes are not as nice
My posts don’t get the likes
Feeling some social disgrace
I’m losing face, So what’s your advice?

Changing the channel never changes the way
They separate, the workers from their pay
Changing the vote never changes
They separate, the workers from their wages

I had it in the bank!
I had it in the tank!
Future so shiny and bright
Has it gone awry?

2. Disenfranchised

A corporation is a man
More than I’ll ever be
A comfortable life
Buys my complacency

Class war
Boycotts, protests and labor strikes
Revolution at the ballot box
Never seemed to materialize

They say “Destroy the useless eaters
Exploit the useful idiots”
It was a mistake to put our faith
In the corporate fourth estate

Anything I say
Can and will be used against me
Free speech will never trade
On the New York Stock Exchange

Can we divest from this self interest
And try something different?
The answer might be no

3. Disrepair

Are you really over it,
Have you recognized
have you reconciled,
are you lying to yourself?
I finally found out the meaning of life
its only guns and knives

© I know that we’re in disrepair
When you look thru me with that Bryn Mawr stare
we knew it deep down all along
but we told ourselves nothing's wrong

Have another go at it, with conviction
No submission, don’t question yourself
You've got to weigh opportunity cost
Sometimes you take the Loss

® Do you misunderstand me
Or understand me perfectly
How many times will this story be repeated
It was always just in my head
But oh! I feel so defeated

I possess no self control
When I say these words
When I make you hurt
I Growl and I bite
I finally found out the meaning of life
Its only guns and knives

® Do you misunderstand me
Or understand me perfectly
Taken for a ride, out come the knives
It was always right in front of me
I finally found out the meaning of life

Trading dreams, for bitter vacancies

4. Underground Service

Maintain composure
In the clutches of the struggle so shallow
Low profile avoid exposure

Establish alibi
Quietly work nine to five
Secretly we undermine

© Steady your nerves, don’t think twice
Tidy up your filthy life
Breathe deep, concentrate
Tidy up your filthy life
When gamma waves go square…
The Underground Service needs you
For this filthy life

The cause is vital
We have the tools and materials
Organized and at the ready

Mission urgent
We know the time and technique
Standard operating procedure

The boring workplace world
doesn't deserve us
Something how we act
is making them nervous
Press play to hear the escape plan and join

The Underground Service

5. Dot on the Horizon

I’m just a dot on the horizon
I’m in a place so far away
All of my subroutines stand idle
They stand there waiting for the change

I became too attached
You became too attached
We became too attached
We became too attached

All I ever wanted
Was to be there with you

Selected for reassignment
We’ve been deprogrammed to concede
These are not my roots you’re ripping out
They never belonged to me

Take my hand I’ll take yours
Together out that door
To the unknown horizon
Best decision I ever made
Best decision I ever made

All I ever wanted
Was to be there with you

I got so hung up yesterday
You made me want to see tomorrow
All the reasons I gave
Were so hollow

All I ever wanted
Was to be there with you
All I ever needed
Was you

6. Cultural Hypoxia

On the other side of the glass
In a gilded frame
Glimpses of the greenest grass
And fifteen minutes of Warhol fame

Faith is a dirty lens

On the wrong side of the glass
In your empty fish bowl
Hope you find what you want
The photographs have captured your soul

Gasping for approval
Breathing deep but never deep enough
Lashing out is futile
Faith is a dirty lens

In your hand an empty glass
You own what you see
Our egos all must crash
Into the waves of the deepest sea

Recorded at Dog Run by Eddie Casillas

April 13th 2024

All songs (C)(P) Done is Done (BMI)

Sean - Guitar

Scott - Bass & Vocals

Batz - Drums