Keep Tulsa Ugly

by Autonomics

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While on tour in the midwest, Autonomics passed through Tulsa Oklahoma and through a chance meeting met bootlegger and local sound engineer, Mike Gilliland. In a short day and half stay at his home studio the PDX trio churned out a snapshot of the bands sonic power. The five track extended play articulates the culture of midwest DIY production and the tightness of a tour hardened band after over a month on the road. A pop oriented group of young men from the Pacific Northwest blended into your trendy girlfriend's new summer mixtape.

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released August 5, 2014

Recorded and mixed by Mike Gilliland at Auggy Reed Studios in Tulsa, Oklahoma
Produced by Mike Gilliland and Autonomics
Mastered by Gus at Sky Onion in Portland, Oregon

All songs preformed by Autonomics
Music by Autonomics
Lyrics by Dan "Lightning" Pantenburg

Except "I Love You Oprah Winfrey" which was written by Autonomics and Tim Howe

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Track Name: Dead TV Star
I wanna be your zombie baby
won't you let me pick your brains out
I wanna tear your heart to pieces
and send it cross town to your mom's house
I wanna give you stitches baby
I'll take you all apart
I wanna be your quiet crazy
and you can be my modern art

I wanna be your bad decision
Hook you up on a sunday night
I wanna be your drug addiction
I'll bring my scale and weigh you out right
I wanna watch you seizure as I throw you out the car
I wanna be your fake prescription
and you can be my dead TV star

I wanna be your car wreck mama
I wanna be your DUI
I wanna be that ditch that eats you up
when you're too drunk to drive
I wanna be that tinted window shattered in the sun
I'll let you be my driver baby
if I can be your soft concussion

You're gonna need me like the bottle
that you can't seem to quit
the missing pieces to a model
that you don't get to fix
and when it's time to leave I'll be your ticket off the map
but you can't look back

I wanna be your old age mama
I wanna be your failing health
I wanna be that overflowing ashtray
you hang up on your shelf
I wanna be that welfare check
that gets you through the week
I wanna be that superstitious icon you hold
when things get too bleak
Track Name: Super Fuzz
Tell me where you got it
I saw it at the show
and then we met after your set
next to the shirts and the cassettes
that you were trying to unload

Tell me how you want it
I wanna hear about your tone
Said you were workin on a verse
you put your lovin into words
and then it cut me to the bone

But I just want your big muff super fuzz
think I'm gonna get it 'cause
you're so cool like that
let me try it through your stack
your moves are badass
think you could take me to class
maybe we could stay up late
I think we should collaborate

I'll get some gin & tonics
I wanna hear about the road
said you've been out a couple weeks
but you're not gettin what you need
and now you think you might explode

Or do you like the chronic?
how do you feel 'bout gettin stoned?
and then we'll smoke a cigarette
and talk about the things we said
when we thought we were all alone

But I just want your big muff super fuzz
think I'm gonna get it 'cause
you're so cool like that
let me try it through your stack
your moves are so rad
don't think this is just a fad
maybe we could stay up late
I think we should collaborate

And we'll be rockin dives all night
and workin on the riffs to get the timing right
and talkin 'bout the influences we both like
if you get down on Kraftwerk I think we'll get tight
Track Name: I Love You, Oprah Winfrey
When I see you I just want to get into your car
and drive all over town
I get scared when you're not there-Tell me where you are
and how you get around
you don't know me but I want you to know me
I think things would be better off if I took your sweater off
I wanna tell the world about how
I'm in love with Oprah Winfrey

When I see you on the TV chatting with the stars
It really gets me down
I don't know how to let go-How are you so far
away from me?
and no you don't know me but I think you should know me
I think thinks would be better if I sent you a letter
I'd crawl into the envelope
and send myself to Oprah Winfey

When I see you I just want to get into your car
and drive all over town
I get scared when you're not there-Tell me where you are
and how you get around
you don't know me but I want you to know me
I think things would be better off if I took your sweater off
I wanna tell the world about how
I'm in love with Oprah Winfrey
Track Name: Fuck Yeah
Forces conspire to find us
pick up your lighters and light us
we don't need darkness to hide us
we just need better drugs
that girls got eyes on the devil
and she can play heavy metal
she says that she's on the level
but she's just got the bug

I don't know bout you but I think you could
look so good in leather
you don't know bout me but i think you should
no one does it better

and he's been lookin for sinners
he says you might be a winner
thinks he can get it up in ya
sweeps it under the rug
Forces conspire to find us
pick up your lighters and light us
we don't need darkness to hide us
we just need whiter drugs

I don't know bout you but I think you could
look so good in leather
you don't know bout me but i think you should
no one does it better
Track Name: Babe's on the Guest List
I think too much, never had the right touch
she says, she says maybe it's not your fault
you're just lonely, maybe if you only
let go, let go pullin myself apart

Tired of the season, maybe that's the reason
she says, she says never could stand the rain
I'm just spacey, and a little lazy
I could let go, I wouldn't feel the same

I'll take you home my head tries to stop me
It's mad at the world, sad about the state I'm in
He keeps me stoned but you keep me crazy
Not mad at ya girl, just sad 'cause you won't let me in
Eric's got a locket, tells me I should think less
He don't look inside, keeps it on a silver chain
Hands inside my pockets, he says that he's possessed
think he could be right, but never did he once explain

I talk too much, never felt a good touch
she says, she says maybe it's not your fault
I take action, try to make my fractions
divide, divide, find a new place to start

I make my way home, find my direction
you can find it too, you know it's right in front of you
she keeps her shoes on, runs the inspection
she knows what to do, she knows I never had a clue
Eric's got a locket, keeps it on a silver chain
He don't even mind, he's been waiting for a sign
I'll take you home, my head tries to stop me
I don't even care, I don't even know it's there