TUCK (Side 1):
- N-Tolerance
- Vert Soldier
- Troll
- Dinner with Mickey
- Fort Point [instrumental]
- I-5
- Speed Wobble Blues
- Blood On My Board
- Desert Pipes [instrumental]
ROLL (Side 2):
- Badlands
- Motörhomeless
- Go 4 Broke (Signal Hill)
- Walk Through Walls
- Stage Dive
- Magic Carpet Ride [slight lyric change from original]
- Keyser Söze
- Soccer Dad
- Last Ride [instrumental]
Personnel
Brian Brannon – Vocals, Keyboards
Don Redondo – Guitars
Corey Stretz – Bass Guitar
Jamie Reidling – Drums
Jeff ‘Boze’ Milucky – Backing Vocals on Speed Wobble Blues
Last Ride Album Credits
All songs published by Big Wheel Hippy Music (BMI) except “Magic Carpet Ride”; by Trousdale Music Publishers (BMI) | Recorded and engineered at Pot O”Gold Recording by Dave Irish
Photography by Ed Colver | Layout & Design by Rob Locker | JFA Wheels: speedlabwheels.com | JFA Website: azpx.com/jfa | JFA Booking: covertbooking.com
N-Tolerance
By JFA
Immigrants are the problem
Other religions are dangerous
You and like-minded friends
Oblivious to world events
Shout down detractors
Bully the “traitors”
Lie that you’ll help them
Right wing bait and switch again
You don’t like people different than you
They’re just Muslims, Mexicans, gays and Jews
Your “equality” is reserved for just a white few?
I’ll take diversity ANY DAY!!!
Women are just objects
Something to play with at the office
You know what made this country great?
It’s the melting pot, not hate
You don’t like people different than you
They’re just Muslims, Mexicans, gays and Jews
Your “equality” is reserved for just a white few?
I’ll take diversity ANY DAY!!!
And on top of being wrong
I’ve got news for you
And on top of being stupid
you picked the wrong brand too
Your vision of America
Is from the KKK
You won’t destroy this country
If we have anything to say
Ben Schroeder
Bowled over
Bulldozer
Vert soldier
Rolled right in
Like Gunga Din
Cleared the deck
What the heck
Rolled back in
Did it again
Caused a wreck
Cashed the check
He’s riding
It’s frightening
His 50-50s
Make lightning
In the Clover
In the Nude
With attitude
In the Combi
Rolled in on
Your mommy
Locomotive
Can’t be broken
He leaves the coping
Smoking
Let her rip
On the lip
At Raging Waters
In Monrovia
He’ll run over ya
He takes it farther
And farther
And farther
Troll
By JFA
You seem like a nice guy in person
Online you’re a totally different version
Spreading right-wing propaganda views
Claiming true stories are fake news
Stop! But I just gotta
Stop! Finish this blog
Stop! Get the last word in
Stop! You hateful troll!!!
Can’t win on logic so launch a personal attack
Ignorance is bliss so overwhelm and distract
Why type one sentence when 12 will do
Post a final barrage when everyone else is through
Stop! But I just gotta
Stop! Finish this blog
Stop! Get the last word in
Stop! You hateful troll!!!
Parroting Russian disinformation
Designed to divide and conquer our nation
Always got everyone else to blame
Stickers on your truck of a pawn in the game
Dinner with Mickey (Yelp Review)
By JFA
Can’t get a table
Can’t get a menu
Can’t get water
Can’t get bread
They’re sucking up to you
And everyone else instead
Hey man… Can you ask your girlfriend to sit down?
Hey man… Do you mind if we enjoy our food?
Hey man… Can you not spill our cappuccinos too?
Send back your steak
A third of the way through
Your wasted chick gets flirty
With a tableful of dudes
They ask her to leave
And she yells, “Fuck you!”
Hey man… Can you ask your girlfriend to sit down?
Hey man… Do you mind if we enjoy our food?
Hey man… Can you not spill our cappuccinos too?
Maestro, Maestro? Maestro?? Maestro!!!
Plastic surgery disaster
All the way
Looking like Mr. Potatohead
On a bad day
Two thousand dollar
Tennis shoes
Botox duck lips
And saggy side boobs
Fort Point – instrumental
By JFA | Video by Pete Koff of Avenue Films
I-5
By JFA
I’m so happy
Driving with my family
Then I see this jerk
Coming up behind me
I know you see me coming
I know you hear me honking
Get out of my way!
I saw you cut me off
Now I’m going to burn you
Get out of my way!
Weaving in and out
No gap is too small
Get out of my way!
Then I hit my brakes
Then I flip you off
Out for a Sunday drive
Didn’t even see you
You’re so angry
I wouldn’t want to be you
I know you see me coming
I know you hear me honking
Get out of my way!
I saw you cut me off
Now I’m going to burn you
Get out of my way!
Weaving in and out
No gap is too small
Get out of my way!
Then I hit my brakes
Then I flip you off
Now I’m back to normal
You’re in my rear-view mirror
If the traffic doesn’t get you
The stress is going to kill you
I know you see me coming
I know you hear me honking
Get out of my way!
I saw you cut me off
Now I’m going to burn you
Get out of my way!
Weaving in and out
No gap is too small
Get out of my way!
Then I hit my brakes
Then I flip you off
Speed Wobble Blues
By JFA
Anyone who’s done any skateboarding has a tale to tell About the time they shot the line down a hill, took a spill and fell No matter their name it always ends the same with the ringing of the bell With road rash and street pizza as well Doing 45 and my trucks start to jangle Got the speed wobble blues Coming down the hill at a precarious angle Got the speed wobble blues Going too fast to run it out Got the speed wobble blues From my head down to my shoes Mockingbird Lane is a place of fame where desert dwellers fly Kicking down the door running at full bore brings a tear to my eye High velocity drives the demons from me because they’re all afraid to die And I leave them by the roadside Doing 45 and my trucks start to jangle Got the speed wobble blues Coming down the hill at a precarious angle Got the speed wobble blues Going too fast to run it out Got the speed wobble blues From my head down to my shoes There’s a kind of peace you find in the beauty of the curve Glory awaits when you’re temptin’ fate if you don’t lose your nerve You’re hauling ass and it’s smooth as glass down a steep mountainside It won’t be long though till you find out Bongo is along for the ride You wake up from a sleep that’s sweet and deep and your scab’s stuck to the sheets You face the day feeling the price to pay for running wild in the streets You know it’s a sin but you’d do it again for just one last ride To survey the edge of the glide Doing 45 and my trucks start to jangle Got the speed wobble blues Coming down the hill at a precarious angle Got the speed wobble blues Going too fast to run it out Got the speed wobble blues From my head down to my shoes
Blood on my Board
By JFA
Screaming down the line, I look you in the eye
Don't get blood on my board
Staring in my face, you keep paddling for my wave
Don't get blood on my board
Grabbing your attention, I let out a hey!
Don't get blood on my board
If you don't pull out now I'll run over your leg
Don't get blood on my board
Butt-waggin' handwavin' kook on the loose
Don't get blood on my board
Look out Barney, I'm gunnin' for you
Don't get blood on my board
Bucktooth Billy trying to snake all the waves
Don't get blood on my board
Hey Mr. Logger, I'll run over you too
Don't get blood on my board
Half-man, clown suit, painter’s ballcap
Don't get blood on my board
Paddling inside me doesn't mean it's your wave
Don't get blood on my board
When you look that much like a kook you better have some good manners
Don't get blood on my board
Staying out of the way is all that matters
Don't get blood on my board
Desert Pipes – instrumental
By JFA | Video by Steve Pingleton
Badlands
By JFA
I met a man while riding
Vans skatepark the other day
It was getting dark
When he made the remark
How skating sure had changed
He was sick of circus trickery
And corporate industry games
He wanted more and was longing for
A place that hadn't been tamed
Take me back to the Badlands
Hardcore backyard pools
Take me back to the Badlands
Away from these scooter goons!
In the shadow of the mountain
There’s an air of mystery
Sacred land and sacred air
Thick with history
Where walls run large
Stakes are steep
Blood runs thick
Commitment runs deep
Take me back to the Badlands
Hardcore backyard pools
Take me back to the Badlands
To hang with the old school crew
Echoes down the Pipeline
Still reverberating
Broken bones
And snapback overtones
Overhead curvatures
And rash insanity
Been gone for so long
Roundwall’s calling out to me
So take me back to the Badlands
Hardcore backyard pools
Broken bones
And snapback overtones
Motörhomeless
By JFA
Got my Winnebago
This is the life for me
I don’t pay no taxes
This is living free
Going mobile
Well that might be good for Pete
I’m just gonna park it
Got me some beach to see
This goes out to Ray-Ray
Who lived life full measure
Living off the grid
I’ve got what I need
Doing what I want
Got no time for greed
What I have is what I got
That’s my new creed
Hanging in the beach parking lot
Living the dream
This goes out to Ray-Ray
Who lived life full measure
Surfing the Cliffs everyday
Always a smile and a pleasure
This goes out to Ray-Ray
Who lived life full measure
Surfing the Cliffs everyday
Always a smile and a pleasure
So before you go and judge
Ask yourself this question
Would you rather be at the office
So there endeth the lesson
Got my Winnebago
This is the life for me
I don’t pay no taxes
This is living free
Going mobile
Well that might be good for Pete
I’m just gonna park it
Got me some beach to see
Go For Broke (Signal Hill)
By JFA
Grundy won it first
But Waldo shot it a lot before
Hitchcock ate shit royale
Sam luged it on 2x4s
Whatever it takes
We’re going to make or break
We’re going to ride
We got the stoke
We’re going to go for broke
We’re going to fly
Nails sailed through hay bales
Into traffic he almost bought it
A Big Wheel hippy bombed it
Rat-tail comb in his back pocket
Whatever it takes
We’re going to make or break
We’re going to ride
We got the stoke
We’re going to go for broke
We’re going to fly
The skate car was born and went under
Hutson, Coleman and Goldy brought the thunder
The results were never doubted
Stand up and be counted
Whatever it takes
We’re going to make or break
We’re going to ride
We got the stoke
We’re going to go for broke
We’re going to fly
Some came to watch the carnage
Some came to see who’d win
Some came to observe the essence of speed
Cuz ugly catches wind
Walk Through Walls
By JFA
Cement floors Crowd record player George Dillon trailer Manfred Bam drumset Dryers and noise Side door surfing Asbestos test Inspector at large Playing Defender Roads to Moscow Hotel pets One-legged scooter Walk through walls
Stage Dive
By JFA | Video by Brian Brannon using Ed Colver photos except last photo by Lance Dalgart
Johnny was a punk
His father was a drunk
His sister shot junk
His brother beat him up
Then one day
He had to get away
So he called his friend Ray
And he yelled hey
Take me to the show
I really got to go
Been stressing don't you know
My mind's about to blow
Knew what he had to do
He met up with the crew
And out of the blue
He launched into
A stage dive
Stage dive
Stage dive
Why you looking
At your phone
Look out below
Dude jumped onto stage
Bouncer flew into a rage
The look on his face
Said he was going to make him pay
It was time to take flight
Or get into a fight
So he exited stage right
And sailed into the night
Drums began to pound
The bassist went to town
Guitar made a wall of sound
People slamming all around
Singer screamed really loud
And flipped into the crowd
But he went straight down
And pile drived into the ground
Stage dive
Stage dive
Stage dive
Straight to the dome
Wasn't moving anymore
Stage dive
Stage dive
Stage dive
It can be a calamity
When the crowd parts
Like the Red Sea
I should know
It happened to me
There's blood on the floor
Magic Carpet Ride
By Steppenwolf
I like to dream, yes, yes
Right between the sound machine
On a cloud of sound I drift in the night
Any place I go feels right
Grind here, fly there
To the stars away from here
Well, you don't know what we can find
Why don't you come with me, little girl
On a magic carpet ride
You don't know what we can see
Why don't you tell your dreams to me
Fantasy will set you free
Close your eyes, girl
Look inside, girl
Let the sound take you away
Last night I held Aladdin's lamp
Sorta wished that I could stay
Before the thing could answer me
Well, someone came and took the lamp away
I looked around, a lousy candle's all I found
Well, you don't know what we can find
Why don't you come with me, little girl
On a magic carpet ride
You don't know what we can see
Why don't you tell your dreams to me
Fantasy will set you free
Close your eyes, girl
Look inside, girl
Let the sound take you away
Well, you don't know what we can find
Why don't you come with me, little girl
On a magic carpet ride
You don't know what we can see
Why don't you tell your dreams to me
Fantasy will set you free
Close your eyes, girl
Look inside, girl
Let the sound take you away
Keyser Söze
By JFA | Video by Mason Locker
Keyser Söze Kills everybody Oswald was a pussy Poof
Soccer Dad
By JFA
Weekdays in the lineup
Going to all the contests
Skip the education
Newest surfing sensation
Soccer dad
Gonna live off your kid
Gonna be a pro surfer
Like you never did
Video all the rides
Robot tricks with no glide
Critique and homogenize
Butt-jack airs all the while
Soccer dad
Gonna homeschool too
Gotta make sure
They’re no smarter than you
Yelling at all the judges
Anything for your kid’s advantage
And what if he ain’t a Slater?
Just another T-shirt selling hater
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Photo: Ed Colver
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