Vs. the Aluminum Poles

by Venice Sunlight

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We found tinsel distracting, so we decided to write a song about that great holiday known as Festivus.

We also decided it'd be fun to cover "Flagpole Sitta" by Harvey Danger. We hope you enjoy.

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released 20 December 2013
Both songs produced, engineered, mixed and mastered by Todd Mecaughey at Cambridge Sound Studios. Ain't he somethin, folks?

Jayson Verdibello: Lead vocals, rhythm guitar, keyboard and theremin on "Flagpole Sitta"
David Cohen: Lead guitar, backing vocals, Frank Costanza impersonation and keyboards on "A Festivus Miracle"
Steven Krostyne: Bass guitar, backing vocals, keyboards on "A Festivus Miracle"
Alex Brown: Drums, percussion

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Track Name: A Festivus Miracle
Everyone, get out your poles
And marvel at the high strength to weight ratio
Prepare your grievances, you'll be airing them all soon
Cause Festivus time is near
To bring the rest of us holiday jeers

In '85, the strike was alive
Now there's no excuse why we can't survive
So if we reject all our gift giving ways
Then we can agree that we, we're all the same

It's atypical
It's a miracle

Put a little faith in something different
Put some elbow grease in your feats of strength
Everybody knows that gifts are meaningless
So join the rest of us for our Festivus

So join us at the table tonight
And bring your girl who looks bad in the lights
And if there's no way you'll find this sensible
Then be on the look out for a miracle

It's so whimsical
It's a festival

Put a little faith in something different
Put some elbow grease in your feats of strength
Everybody knows that gifts are meaningless
So join the rest of us for our Festivus
Track Name: Flagpole Sitta
I had visions, I was in them;
I was looking into the mirror
To see a little bit clearer
The rottenness and evil in me.

Fingertips have memories
Mine can't forget the curves of your body
And when I feel a bit naughty
I run it up the flagpole and see who salutes
(but no one ever does)

I'm not sick but I'm not well
And I'm so hot 'cause I'm in Hell.

Been around the world and found
That only stupid people are breeding
The cretins cloning and feeding
And I don't even own a TV

Put me in the hospital for nerves
And then they had to commit me
You told them all I was crazy
They cut off my legs, now I'm an amputee, God damn you

I'm not sick but I'm not well
And I'm so hot 'cause I'm in Hell
I'm not sick but I'm not well
And it's a sin to live so well

I wanna publish 'zines
And rage against machines
I wanna pierce my tongue
It doesn't hurt, it feels fine
The trivial sublime
I'd like to turn off time
And kill my mind
You kill my mind, mind

Paranoia, paranoia
Everybody's coming to get me
Just say you never met me
I'm running underground with the moles (digging holes)
Hear the voices in my head
I swear to God it sounds like they're snoring;
But if you're bored, then you're boring.
The agony and the irony: they're killing me (whoa).

I'm not sick but I'm not well
And I'm so hot 'cause I'm in Hell
I'm not sick but I'm not well
And it's a sin to live this well
(one, two, three, four)