Alive & Kicking at Geno's [Top Shelf Edition]

by D.T. Seizure

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STONE GROOVE RECORDS - SGD008B

©1989 D.T. Seizure/Death Hippie Music
℗2014 Stone Groove Records

This top shelf edition includes 3 bonus tracks not available on the original 1999 release. The addition of these tracks restores the show to its original form as played on October 26, 1989. Also included are live pics and graphics from the original release.

Credits for all cover versions can be found in the lyrics sections for each individual track.

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released April 20, 2014

Tom Hall: guitar
Brian Higgins: drums
Kevin Mack: bass, bv's
Randy Michaud: lead vocals

Original cover art and logo by Tony Reiger
Cover layout edits by Randy Michaud for FrameWerks Graphics
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D.T. Seizure Portland, Maine

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Heavy Metal band that plied it's trade at the height of the Metallica & thrash dominated Metal scene in the late 80's. The band was formed in Portland, ME (USA) during the Winter of 1988 and has elements of a trad-metal approach along with some thrash tendencies arising from punk and NWOBHM influences. ... more

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Track Name: D.Zaster
Bad bones brewing, time's at hand
Turns out nothing like we planned
Don't tell me you understand
No way in Hell you can

Come into my world and see
Open door reality
Wear your ego like a crown
D.Zaster brings you down

Attitude shot full of punk
Living life from drunk to drunk
Can't see how low you've sunk
You're strung out full of junk

Can't see it 'til it's there
Can't stop 'cause you don't care
Living life on borrowed time
D.Zaster stops you on a dime

Tables turn, so unexpected
Dreams get raped when unprotected
Running on the edge of knives
To the ledge of sanity you drive
That much faster D.Zaster takes your lives!

Have you found what you need?
A life you want to lead?
Can't go against your creed
Sit back, let your heart bleed

In pain, you feel past years
The same, you fight back tears
Still think about the knife
D.Zaster way of life

There's no more life for you
All done, it's nothing new
To death, you've paid your dues
In turn, it's undone you

Now suffer for your crime
High price for wasting time
Don't ask, you can't return
D.Zaster, hard way to learn

Tables turn, so unexpected
Dreams get raped when unprotected
Running on the edge of knives
To the ledge of sanity you drive
That much faster D.Zaster takes your lives!
Track Name: Dead Reckoning
New York City, New York Times: 2084
Businessman makes a deal for a nuclear war
Time is right to split the atom and the Berlin Wall
By your bombs, nuclear holocaust will fall

Dead reckoning!
Dead reckoning!

The city in ruins, children run to hide their skin
Can't believe what you see as the war begins
Set the sky afire, spread your wings
Reap your crop and gather up your many sins

Dead reckoning!
Dead reckoning!

Rapid to the end, bitter times, 2085
Congressmen make a deal, no one's left alive
Just waited and the time arrived
Preordained, heavily stained with the tears I've cried

I've cried...

Dead reckoning!
Dead reckoning!
Dead reckoning!
Dead reckoning!
Dead reckoning!
Dead reckoning!

I reckon you're dead!

Lyrics by Sean Harris
©1982 Diamond Head
Track Name: Motorbreath
Living and dying laughing and crying
Once you have seen it you will never be the same
Life in the fast lane is just how it seems
Hard and it is heavy dirty and mean

Motorbreath
Its how I live my life
I can't take it any other way
Motorbreath
The sign of living fast
It is going to take
Your breath away

Don't stop for nothing its full speed or nothing
I am taking down you know whatever is in my way
Getting your kicks as you are shooting the line
Sending the shivers up and down your spine

Motorbreath
Its how I live my life
I can't take it any other way
Motorbreath
The sign of living fast
It is going to take
Your breath away

Those people who tell you not to take chances
They are all missing on what life is about
You only live once so take hold of the chance
Don't end up like others the same song and dance

Motorbreath
Its how I live my life
I can't take it any other way
Motorbreath
The sign of living fast
It is going to take
Your breath away

Lyrics by James Hetfield
©1983 Metallica
Track Name: Kraken
Trapped inside time as a slave to the brine
Your human form no longer seen
As power you wield immortality's shield
Forever, never ending you've been

Under Olympus rule, you would not play the fool
So they damned you to obscurity
Twisted by fate, increasing your hate
Condemned to a life in the sea

So now you dwell in a world you call Hell
Sanity rests on a knife
Freedom is shut out
Oh God! How you want out!
Your lust is a vengeance on life

Ages ago, you held a young man's beliefs
In search of a God-given fate
Destiny undaunted, your mortal soul haunted
Delivered anew to Hell's gates

Your memory drowns as time runs you down
You scream for a life you now miss
Your cries and your pleas aren't heard overseas
They don't even know you exist

Offered up for your pain, a maiden in chains
A vision of virginal bliss
You need little force and feel no remorse
In giving her death's solemn kiss

So now you dwell in a world you call Hell
Sanity rests on a knife
Freedom is shut out
Oh God! How you want out!
Your lust is a vengeance on life

Ages ago, you held a young man's beliefs
In search of a God-given fate
Destiny undaunted, your mortal soul haunted
Delivered anew to Hell's gates

Leviathan...destroyer of the deep
Forsaken one...'til death is done, you cannot sleep!

Prophecy fulfilled in horrifying tone
Chilled to the bone
Stand alone
Turned to stone...
Track Name: Hand of Doom
Whatcha gonna do?
Time's caught up with you
Now you wait your turn
You know there's no return

Take your written rules
You join the other fools
Turn to something new
Now it's killing you

First it was the bomb
Vietnam napalm
Disillusioning
You push the needle in

From life you escape
Reality's that way
Colors in your mind
Satisfy your time

Oh you, you know you must be blind
To do such things as this
To take the sweet that you don't know
You're giving death a kiss, poor little fool now!

Your mind is full of pleasure
Your body's looking ill
To you it's shallow leisure
So drop the acid pill...don't stop to think now!

You're having a good time baby
But that won't last
Your mind's all full of things
You're living too fast

Go out and enjoy yourself
Don't bar it in
You need someone to help you
Stick the needle in, yeah!

Now you know the scene
Your skin starts turning green
Your eyes no longer seeing
Life's reality

Push the needle in
Face death's sickly grin
Holes are in your skin
Caused by deadly pin

Head starts spinning 'round
You fall down to the ground
Feel your body heave
Death's hands starts to weave

It's too late to turn
You wouldn't learn
Price of life, you cry
Now you're gonna die!

Lyrics by Geezer Butler
©1970 Black Sabbath
Track Name: Rasta Puke [bonus track]
Hey Tom...you're harshing on my mellow...

Tell you all a story 'bout a man named Jed
Poor mountaineer barely kept his family fed
Then one day he was shootin' at some food
And up from the ground comes a bubblin' crude
Texas Tea...Black Gold...yaaaah!

Next thing you know, old Jed's a millionaire
The kinfolk said "Jed, move away from there!"
Said, "California's the place you ought to be"
SO THEY LOADED UP THE TRUCK AND THEN THEY MOVED TO BEVERLY!!!

You know Marley, is dead and gone
Ah shit, he left his son
Ah Ziggy, he plays so mean
He really makes his buds so green
It's a song called "Rasta Puke"
I don't care if you like his soup
I can't remember these words
SO LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING YOU AIN'T NEVER HEARD!!!

You know I spent some time in Kingston, mon
"What for?" you ask...
Possession of a gun, mon
But I tell ya, when I come back to your country, I got a little surprise for ya... (what's dat?)
TWO HUNDRED POUNDS OF LAMB'S BREATH FROM JAMAICA!!!
Track Name: Whipping Post
I've been run down
Lord, I've been lied to
And I don't know why
I let that mean woman make me a fool
She took all my money
And wrecked my new car
Now she's with one of my good time buddies
Drinkin' in some crosstown bar

Sometimes I feel...
Sometimes I feel...

Like I've been tied to the whipping post
Tied to the whipping post
Tied to the whipping post
Good Lord, I feel like I'm dyin'

My friends tell me
That I've been such a fool
And I have to stand by and take it babe
All for lovin' you
I drown myself in sorrow
As I look at what you've done
Nothin' seems to change
The bad times stay the same
And I can't run

Sometimes I feel...
Sometimes I feel...

Like I've been tied to the whipping post
Tied to the whipping post
Tied to the whipping post
Good Lord, I feel like I'm dyin'

Sometimes I feel...
Sometimes I feel...

Like I've been tied to the whipping post
Tied to the whipping post
Tied to the whipping post
Good Lord, I feel like I'm dyin'...

Lyrics by Gregg Allman
©1969 Allman Brothers
Track Name: Das Felchus [bonus track]
I don't wanna shave my palms
I don't need no enema
I just wanna ride your bum
And then commence to suck the cum

I'm gonna bend you over you slut
I'm gonna ram it up your butt
I'm gonna pound you 'til you squelch
Come on people, do the Felch!

Das Felch!
Das Felch!
Das Felch!
Das Felch!
Das Felch!
Das Felch!
Das Felch!
Das Felch!

Gonna ride the highway high
Gonna ram you 'til it's dry
Gonna bust you wit my wong
Fuck and felch you all night long

I'm gonna bend you over you slut
I'm gonna ram it up your butt
I'm gonna suck you 'til I belch
Come on fuckers, do the Felch!

Das Felch!
Das Felch!
Das Felch!
Das Felch!
Das Felch!
Das Felch!
Das Felch!
Das Felch!
Track Name: Holiday in Cambodia
So you've been to school
For a year or two
And you know you've seen it all
In daddy's car
Thinkin' you'll go far
Back east, your type don't crawl

Play ethnic jazz
To parade your snazz
On your five grand stereo
Braggin' that you know
How the niggers feel cold
And the slums have so much soul

Now you can go where people are one
Now you can go where they get things done

Brace yourself my dear...
Brace yourself my dear...

Is a holiday in Cambodia
It's tough, kid, but it's life
It's a holiday in Cambodia
Don't forget to pack a wife

You're a star-belly sneech
You're suckin' like a leech
You want everyone to act like you
Kiss ass while you bitch
So you can get rich
But your boss gets richer off you

Well you'll work harder
With a gun in your back
For a bowl of rice a day
Slave for soldiers
'Til you starve
Then your head is skewered on a stake

It's time to taste what you most fear
Right Guard will not help you here

Brace yourself my dear...
Brace yourself my dear...

It's a holiday in Cambodia
Where people dress in black
It's a holiday in Cambodia
Where you'll kiss ass or crack!

Pol Pot...Pol Pot...Pol Pot
Pol Pot...Pol Pot...Pol Pot
Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot
Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot
Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot
Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot

And it's a holiday in Cambodia
Where you'll do what you're told
A holiday in Cambodia
Where the slums got so much soul

Pol Pot!

Lyrics by Jello Biafra
©1980 Dead Kennedys
Track Name: Dead Man's Switch [bonus track]
Self-proclaimed philosopher
Deadly visions will recur
You will not be as you were

Zero equals infinity
Nothingness is but the key
Consciousness of all I see...eternally

Schizophrenic terrorist
Even though you so insist
Higher cause does not exist

Death is all you hope to gain
From a life of endless pain
Something's wrong inside your brain...are you insane?

God knows you're insane!

Shoot me down...my nightmare ends
Yours has only just begun
On this wire...your life depends
Dead man's switch guarantees I've won

Fatal plan will detonate!

Problems felt inside of you
Show them what you plan to do
Teach the children proper views

No more laughing, no more fun
Let them see what I have done
I'm the Father and the Son...the Holy One!

Two hours spent inside of Hell
Taking tender souls to sell
Pray to save them by the bell

Silent suffering employed
Children cast into the void
Precious innocence destroyed

Shoot me down...my nightmare ends
Yours has only just begun
On this wire...your life depends
Dead man's switch guarantees I've won

Fatal plan will detonate!

Fatal plan will detonate...fatal plan will detonate...
Fatal plan will detonate...fatal plan will detonate...
Fatal plan will detonate...fatal plan will detonate...
Fatal plan will detonate...fatal plan will detonate...
Fatal plan will detonate...fatal plan will detonate...
Fatal plan will detonate...fatal plan will detonate...
Fatal plan will detonate...fatal plan will detonate...
Fatal plan will detonate...fatal plan will...
Track Name: More Beer
More beer, more beer!
All I want is more beer
More beer, more beer!
All I want is more beer, more beer!

When I get home from work and I'm dyin' of thirst
All I want is more beer
I run into the kitchen and I tear off my shirt
All I want is more beer
Open up a six pack I'll be downin' it first
All I want is more beer...

I can open up and finish faster than you
All I want is more beer
Gonna kill a case or maybe two
All I want is more beer
If there was no more beer then what would we do?
All I want is more beer...

More beer!

More beer, more beer!
All I want is more beer
More beer, more beer!
All I want is more beer, more beer!

All I want is more beer
All I want is more beer
All I want is more beer

All I want is more beer
All I want is more beer
All I want is more beer

And when I wake up in the morning
My mouth's all parched and dry...and dry
And I crawl to the refrigerator
And I peek inside...
And I feel like somebody drove nails
Into my head and eyes
And I'm hoping and I'm praying
I hope there's one more beer...

More beer, more beer!
More beer, more beer!
More beer, more beer!
More beer, more beer!
More beer, more beer!
More beer, more beer!
More beer, more beer!

Lyrics by Lee Ving
©1985 FEAR