Sit On It and Rotate

by Infected Transistor

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released May 24, 2017

Infected Transistor are:
Myles Thomson - Bass and Lead Vocals (Mick Thomson - No Relation)
Jeremy Skippen - Guitar and Backup Vocals (Jeremy Irons - No Relation)
Marcus Sutherland - Drums (Reefer Sutherland - Personified)

Recorded At: Bakehouse Studios
Engineered/Mixed/Produced/Magicked By: Errol Green
Additional Engineering: James Ellis

Age Of Quarrel Records 2017

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Infected Transistor Melbourne, Australia

Eastern Suburbs based Sludge Metal band, playing a mix of blues and sludge!

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Track Name: At a Loss
Blind to your failures, that you'll never give up
You can't be wrong because you can't bare to be stumped
Something inside is telling you to keep pushing on
Without giving me a fucking seconds thought

I need some time to think it through, but you can't stop
My wits run thin but you keep ranting and raging on
You keep firing on all cylinders
Pushing me to the point of self destruct

One sided argument

Let me be
Let me be
At a loss
For words
...with you

...just for a moment

The best form of defence isn't always attack
You always leave me slightly astonished
As just to how feeble you really are
Can't take a tiny fucking chink in your armour

Why go all out going swinging for the fences
When you don't know what's on the other side of the fence
You can't admit defeat if you don't know your beaten
Your selective lack of empathy

Misguided recalcitrance

Let me be
Let me be
At a loss
For words
...with you
Track Name: Steamroller
Boots fully glued to the bitumen primer, gives a fright
Laces done up too tight and way too many fucking times
Your poorly supervised construction site
Can't break free in time, no help in sight

Being slowly crushed under the steamrollers punishing weight
Your remains minced into the newly asphalted surface
Blamed it all on clumsy OH&S

Got off Scot free

Serves you right for leaching a fortune an hour to just stand around
Punching darts while the rest of the team work their guts out
It's what you get when you piss in too many co-workers pies
A well deserved untimely demise

Being slowly crushed under the steamrollers punishing weight
Your remains minced into the newly asphalted surface
Blamed it all on clumsy OH&S
Track Name: Sit On It and Rotate
Filled to the brim
Agitation wearing thin
Weary yet still restless
Discontent in helplessness

This is what you heed
Arbitrarily
What are you finding
Or is it finding you

Sit on it
Rotate
Sit on it
Rotate
Harden up cunt

Is it finding you
Down to the sinew
Is it grinding through
Down to the sinew

Run it's paces through
Opening the wounds
Bear trap snare removes... conviction
You just have to sit...

Sit on it
Rotate
Sit on it
Rotate
Harden up cunt

Left in ruin
Track Name: Peyote Vole
The hippos never see the truth
Burnt the tree he grew on
Why is the duck on fire
My jetpack's a piece of crap
The government

Get your own vegemite cunt
Chewing through a spitfire wing
Burnt halfway into a custard cream

Divide by zero, times by one
Gary ate the fried udon
Peyote vole climbs the stairs
Weaving loosely through my hair
Didn't know they sold that there
Shit-faced Jesus fucked a bear

Ate my leg but it grew back
Ten foot cherry pancake hat
Never flashed that ballroom dancer
Even when she rode that panda
Now I know just where I am
Naked in the aquarium
Track Name: Couchlocked
Seven fingers on one hand
On the bottle, in the can
Pictures streaming on the box
Now I've realised I'm couchlocked

Take the hit
Keep it in... and hold
Exhale slowly
Repeat it

Slowly it dawns on me
Sudden clarity on the TV
Gilmore girls preaching gospel
Rory warming the cockles

Stuck sweating contemplating
Thinking while procrastinating
Actually maybe it's ok
Lauren Graham's fascinating

Take the hit
Keep it in... and hold
Exhale slowly
Repeat it

Take the hit
Keep it in... and hold
Exhale slowly
Repeat it

Walls slowly moving
Closer they encroach
Tendons quickly tensing
As the flames near the roach

Reality fading
Replaced by soap opera
Story lines intersect
Weaving through cornucopia

Break the chains... invisible
Escape the pull while it's weakening
The toilet seat awaits

Pushing through the pain
Gritting teeth, clenching fists
This has gone way too far
Someone call the anaesthetist

Euphoric state of mind
Eyesight shifting, never focused
Toilet paper running thin
Fuck it, guess I'm sleeping here tonight
Track Name: ANFO
The fire falls downstream into the abyss
Doomed to fail, tiresome
Arbitrarily waiting for a moment
For it all to slip away

Fireflies
Ejaculate
Crucified
Food stamps

Anti-venom headache drowning in piss
No-one gives a shit
Blistering the diabolic cunt rag
Burning snake bite, obelisk

Fireflies
Ejaculate
Crucified
Food stamps
Track Name: Porchcrawler
Porchcrawler
Stuck in the eye
Foreboding and misbegotten
To a T, to a lie

To sway down this path of deplorability
To sit in your throne of wet paper
Shrugged off the ghosts of yesteryear
To sit in a vile stupor of fragile peace

Stained and peeling, like an old weatherboard

Reality's slowly crawling away
To save face, to slap yours

Drown the river
Down the gullet
Down the barrel
Stuck in your eye
Track Name: These Candles Burn For You
Scatter the ashes of the dead over the headlines
Salt the wounds of the living with the deadlines
Pray for the survivors to shatter their prey
Riddled with bullets, let the ashes rain

Loss of life, loss of love
Their spirits stand true
Within the darkness these candles burn for you

The romance of war is dead and buried
Turning the cities to cemeteries
Torn and worn from the scars of war
Waiting for the fall
A state so paranoid

Loss of life, loss of love
Their spirits stand true
Within the darkness these candles burn for you

Tears shed for the lost
Blood shed for the cost
Of the remaining
Equality in sorrow
...pertaining

Loss of life, loss of love
Their spirits stand true
Within the darkness these candles burn for you