You Knew It All Along

by THINGS OUTSIDE THE SKIN

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released November 24, 2005

“You Knew It All Along”
release year: 2005
label: Facility Records

things outside the skin:
Chvad SB: instruments, programming, videos & vox
Blight Productions: Bass, videos
Tim Durland (The 1-2-3-4): Drums

Additional Contributors:
Animary: Backing vox on Spice Up Your Life
Ericah Hagle: Backing vox on Another Dead Comedian
Elias: Backing vox on Going Under, video production
Tiphaine Czahor (Mabon Lugh): Backing vox on Horror Culture III
Raphael Hickman (sealed in silence): Additional Programming on American Way
Tom Haban: Additional engineering on Going Under

Special thanks: Mary Holloway, Brian Bernhard, Tom Haban, Elias, Raphael (Sealed in Silence), Mom, Oma & Opa, Tante Resi & Guenter, Jorge Martinez, Ron (Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!) Garcia, Alexa Williams, Alex @ Mama B’s, D.A., Sebastian, all the remixers, hEADaCHE, DarkSonus.com, Industrial.org, Tyler Fyre, Insectavora, Musickforum.cjb.net, the-gas-station.com, Das Kreestoff, Bram Bos for Tu2 & the whole TuTribe, Ed and Tina Lewis, hERETICS iN tHE lAB, Thirdwavecollective.com, Killing the Cure, Sky @ tattoonewyork.com, Nightmare Mansion, Jim Johnson, Raven’s Grin, Jer Olsen, Godzilla, Boots, Heccubus, Breck, “Crazy” James Barthalemew & 8-Bit.

Photography & Graphic Design: Chvad SB Band
Photos by Alex Norden @ www.alexnorden.com

Recorded @ The Facility, Chicago, IL., Brooklyn, NY.

Written, produced, recorded and engineered by: Chvad SB
Copyright 2005 Angry Apple Muffin Man Music. All Rights Reserved

In Loving Memory of Joel Bernhard

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THINGS OUTSIDE THE SKIN Brooklyn, New York

Misguided, insecure, loud, raging, lunatic, hypocritical, ill tempered and yet kind to animals, THINGS OUTSIDE THE SKIN lay a ground work of audio mayhem riddled with bitter social commentary.

things outside the skin was created in 1997 by Chvad SB. He is currently a member of Controlled Bleeding, The Qualia and Tongue Muzzle.

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Chvad SB, Blight Productions, Lars Casteen, Ericah Hagle
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Track Name: American Way
Burn the mother-fucking White House down and burn Bush too…
Anti-American?
I’m just as much American as you.
Maybe more maybe more you mother-fucking whore,
I didn’t vote for Bush and sure as fuck didn’t vote for war.
Two sides of the same corporate loin:
serving their wants, their needs and serving the corporate coin.
No one asks? No one cares?
Or maybe it’s the truth that no one airs? Unfair?
What’s fair when the greens got your back?
Drop the slack, can’t attack? Hack through the shit and stare and… Bite the hand that feeds you?
What about biting the hand that needs you?
And what are you gonna take from me?
My civil liberties for letting my opinions flow free?
I’m free? Not me. Not me and not you.

Mr. “Found God, Found Love, Found Purity”
to Mr. “Couldn’t Give a Fuck”,
to Mr. “National Security”,
to Mr. "Patriotic, Racist Psychotic, Security Act”,
remove your freedoms and your rights to act.
Why not make a pact with the Devil?
He’d take half the time and money to level
another fucking country that we’re forced to hate.
Force-fed, in-bred, eat, shit and mate
to spawn more hate filled brainwashed prawn.
Take our country down a new path to a new dawn.
Where everyone can find another Christ and another life,
have inebriated kids and a fuck-head brainwashed wife.
294 million lemmings as an army of none,
this fucking war Bush started has only begun.
We can’t win it, can ya’ dig it? Are ya’ ready to lose?
US of A ain’t bringin’ nothin’ but bad news.
Track Name: Mettle IV: Programmed Apathy
Down the street,
another world from here.
Sound: recognition is gone,
when you cannot hear:
down where woman is beat.
When you turn your back down from the problems,
“Are you afraid to see?”
Down: where the dead children lay… spine to spine,
HEADLINE: PUBLIC FEEDS THE PUBLIC ONE MORE BULLSHIT LINE

Everything outside your skin gets avoid.
Everything outside your skin gets destroyed.

Turn your back, Out of site out of… Turn your back, Out of site out of… Turn your back, Out of site out of… Turn your back, Out of site out of mind
Track Name: The Most Appealing Thing
It appeals to me but can’t reveal to me,
It appeals to me but can’t reveal to me,
It appeals to me but can’t reveal to me,
I want it all and I don’t even know what or why.

When frustration becomes synonymous with my name…
and
When repeated failure isn’t an oddity it’s the same…
and
When pride becomes excuse for complete lack of ability…
and
When integrity can’t mask my lack of sensibility…
and
When it’s gone way past the point of no return…
and
When what I’ve invested can never be earned…
and
When time has consumed everything and I’m next…

What?
What!?

It appeals to me but can’t reveal to me,
It appeals to me but can’t reveal to me,
It appeals to me but can’t reveal to me,
I want it all and I don’t even know what or why.

I don’t even fucking know what IT is anymore
Or if I ever did…
could someone make me a whore?
Or even give the opportunity to get IT fucked, insert object here, Maybe it’ll point north and open my eyes and make me wise to the fact I’m fucked.

At least then maybe I had a choice…
At least maybe then someone heard my voice.
At least maybe then I can coulda’ shoulda’ woulda’ my way to my grave.
A pleasing alternative to a choice-less slave.

I’m just trying to fool everyone to believe I’m worthwhile and now that I have I can’t even fool myself for a while.

It appeals to me but can’t reveal to me,
It appeals to me but can’t reveal to me,
It appeals to me but can’t reveal to me,
I want it all and I don’t even know what or why.
Track Name: Cow Tippin'
Genetically bred and then fed themselves when they die.
Herbivore turned cannibalistic carnivore and you ask yourself why?

More beef for the burger.
More burger for the bun.
More genetics, cow synthetics.
And the Happy Meals are fun.
And the Happy Meals and toys.
And the millions they employ.
Can’t compensate for the hundred million creatures we destroy.

Cow Tippin’, Cow Tippin’
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

Let’s take a baby and put it in a box.
Feed it nothing and watch it whither away.
Then we cut off the atrophied muscle,
Cook it up and serve it as a meal.
Call me a freak?
I call it veal.

Cow Tippin’, Cow Tippin’
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

Ok, here’s a good one: What has four stomachs, weights 1200 pounds and drinks cows milk?

A cow mother fucker!
It’s not even something we really need.
Humans, in their infinite superiority…
are the only species…
that find it necessary…
to suck the nipple…
of another breed.

Cow Tippin’, Cow Tippin’
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Track Name: So Emotional Tao
Music is amotional…
Music is amotional…
Music is amotional…
If music is amotional…
Then why does it fill me?

Out…
Of sorts.
Out…
Of mind.
Out…
Of touch.
Out…
Of time.

Empty in space…
Empty in head…
Empty in thought…
Empty in said…
Empty in spoke…
Empty in speak…
Empty in mind…
Empty and weak…
Track Name: Another Dead Comedian
It was wife #3 where all the trouble began,
“I gotta kill Phil and fix the problems at hand.”
Is it what she thought?
Who the fuck could know?
Through the cloudy eyes of alcohol, Zoloft and blow.
Maybe shot him dead ‘cuz she’s a talentless bitch…
Coulda’ been a homicidal scratch she had to itch.
Maybe shot him dead ‘cuz she didn’t like the way he laughed,
shot him in the head and chest and couldn’t get past
the fact that it was obvious that it was coke and Zoloft’s son,
a crazy little fuck that made suicide fun.

Another Dead Comedian
The Comedian is Dead.
Another Dead Comedian
The Comedian is Dead.
Another Dead Comedian
The Comedian is Dead.
Somethin’ in the soup?
Or maybe something that he said… (x2)

Q: “Why, oh why? Why did I kill Phil?”
A: “Voices in my head!
Voices in my head!
I hear voices in my head I hear,
"MUST KILL PHIL! MUST KILL!"

Voices in my head!
Voices in my head!
I hear voices in my head I hear,
"MUST KILL PHIL! MUST…”

Voices in my head!
Voices in my head!
I hear voices in my head I hear,
"MUST KILL PHIL! MUST…”

Voices in my head!
Voices in my head!
I hear voices in my head I hear,
"MUST KILL PHIL! MUST KILL!”

Q: “…and what about this bullet in my head?”
Track Name: Town & Country
instrumental
Track Name: Horror Culture III: The Victim
One there was a time when one would wear, a face without reason and a vacant stare.

White walls drew meaning to all the action seen.

Once there was a time when one would wonder why… white walls drew meaning to all the actions scene.

Consume.

Clarify the point.
Target with mind’s eye.
99.9% chance of imminent disaster.
.1 % and counting…
Countdown engaged…
Situation down.
Target…
missed.

Still dreaming…
Track Name: Cancer Song
instrumental
Track Name: The Technique
instrumental