Renegade Space Rock

by Mad Conductor

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released June 27, 2007

MC Devlin - Vocals, Guitar, Bass
Dan McKinney - Keyboards, Vocals, Percussion
Daniel Alexander - Bass
Rob Sadler - Guitar, Vocals
Dillon Reichel - Keyboards, Guitar
Matt Balas- Drums
Mary Hawkins - Vocals

Dave Hillyard - Saxophone on 1, 5
Jacelyn Greenwald - Vocals on 4
Dough Ashby - Vocals on 10, 11
Peanut - Vocals on 2
Sarah Ayers - Backing Vocals on 7
Larry Potts - Saxophone on 4
Jim Verdeur - Baritone Saxophone on 1
Tony Ferrezi - Guitar on 9

All Songs written by MC Devlin, Dan McKinney and Mad Conductor
Recorded at Dan's House Studio, Nov. 2005 - May 2007


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Track Name: Venom
Few are illa' than this koopa killa' fluid spilla'
Manager frigid, call me Lou Piniella super chilla'
Never the Luger filla', I am way too intelli-
-gent to mess around with stupid clowns and goofy dealers
I move a pillar, call me Kelly Leak, you're hella weak
My mellow beats will not be spoken over by a yellow beak
Birdbrained pigeon in my kitchen not even a
smidgen, it's against my religion, son
I'm schooled and I'm proper, rude boy rocker
Kick a white collar emcee out his dockers
And I'm the freshest that they got so forget it
Before you catch a corn cob cleat to your lettuce
Coolin' em off with the brain freeze speeches
I'll eat your features like peaches and plain cheese pizzas
With the frostbite, clutch ya' with the claw might
Dislocate your planet from it's orbit and position
I'll be getting funky on the mic while the universe expands
Sunburnt son, never none sun tanned
I got a hand full of wishes, I don't look at full sinks I wash dishes

Skeletor Ram's Head, greenhouse effect'll leave your plants dead
Battle Cat mice trap, polarized heat will melt your ice cap
In this world that we're living in held together by gravity
We are limited to what we hear, smell or see, touch or taste
With my senses erased I can open up my face and contemplate space

Yeah, Pass the venom, this kid has it in him
Every time I have a spasm there's an earthquake with rhythm
Steady state theory, everything has always been here
Better shave daily if you wanna keep your chin clear
Mine's grizzly 'cause I hate using Barbasol
The dean's dizzy like a St.Louis Cardinals
Life can be a veritable smorgasbord, orgasbord, orgasbord
Plus I'm 'T', double 'E', double 'R', double 'E'
Double 'F', quadruple 'I', triple 'C', to say the least
It doesn't take a god to slay the beast or make a feast
or take a saint to play the priest
Peace to my niece and my grandma deceased
Treading water with Guanacos in the gulf below the border
Discussing economics with Sacagawea and Pocahontas
As the sea god froze the scorpion claw
Containing dreams like over crowded orphanage walls
And the crab bit the fish that was swimming down Styx
MC Devlin, I represent June 26th, 1985
Track Name: Bayou Moon Stompin'
With styles like Iona in the 80's
And a revolution going on inside a farm town in Haiti
Psychiatrists want to shrink my balls and tell me that I'm nuts
'cause my LP's got self inflicted cuts
I seen the witch doctor in his shanty town hut
He wanted to open my head up, where as I wanted to keep it shut
He approached me with a drill
I zapped him with the proton pack and snatched his ass in a bear trap
Stuffed him into the unit, Y'all emcees are cubic
Watching too much TV not focusing on the music
Oh me? I'm laid back like a one pitch roof
If you're in my profession then you know it's the truth
'Cause I don't do Rush, I don't eat Jell-O
I rest with my head in the center of the pillow
These rude boy beats speak directly to my soul
And I hope that they got enough of them to plug up the hole
One swat from my bear claw will definitely impair y'all
Powdered emcees with the jelly in the middle
I'm louder than you even if I turn it down a little
I could take it to the lake you still could never solve the riddle
I'm on top of the world even when I'm in the south pole
And I'm ruder than you even when I chew with my mouth closed

I know when I'm stomping through the bayou
My feet they get so tired, I gotta sit on down
I can't sit down for too long now
That tune of the honky tonk
Keeps pulling me right up outta my chair

Here's a nickle worth of free advice:
Be sure to drink your rich chocolate Ovaltine
Or I'll devour every mic in your local scene
And fold it up like the last page of MAD magazine
It's a rare condition this day in age
To read any good news on a newspaper page
I call it mutually assured destruction conducting
We won't accept check or it's clover colored cousin
'Cause everything is everything and everything's illusion
I think I'm being watched, do you got a solution?
Before embarking on an introspective journey
I work for five days and spend my weekends at Bernie's
It's a Corvette summer and I'm cooling on the corner
With the streetlight shadows and the garbage can drummers
As vampires lurk through the aisles in the record store
You second guess you dreams and wonder why your neck is sore
Now Doc and Marty got you hook, line and sinker
Geodesic dome dweller and the hyperactive thinker
Track Name: Porchmen
I keep my clothes in a casket, I sleep on a mattress
The only suitcase that I own is a basket
I talk politics with unruly Chinamen
I like my water a third oxygen and two parts hydrogen
I'm on a mission and I don't got no time to be talkin' about my shoes
The fresh white ones with the black and red stripes
Hey yo, I drop mics like I'm scratchin' head lice
Not once in my life
Yeah, I fixed the poles with the monkey wrench
Foul emcees get kicked off the johnny bench
If they're around using secret identities
These clad beast emcees are my enemies
Me, I might take a trip to Danbury, Connecticut
And eat cranberries just for the heck of it 'cause


I stay in like candy dots 'cause everything I got's
Organized like Annie Potts
I sleep outside and get abducted illegal aliens
I eat Mexican food made by authentic Mexicans
MC Liberated Ireland
I'm never violent because I ate a billion B vitamins
And now I got a complex
I leave slews of clues for emcees with no contacts
In the Adirondacks, a whole handful of metal thumbtacks
Couldn't pin me down and that's a fact
So ask Egon how I traveled beyond 96 eons
in a paintless neon
My brain's got channels like Cobain had flannels
The train had vandals,
and windows with panes that's been stained's got panels
I bought a book on how to interpret my dreams
Track Name: Reactor #4
This meeting's now called to order
Everybody in the trenches report to the sewer
I'm the Navajo talkin' nebulan spy
In a form fitting, polyester human disguise
And I've been sent to represent
The Renegade Space Rock by the chief resident
MC Kinney, kid, he's killin' all the keys
Not the ones down south but the ones above the knees

Early in the morning's when I ask myself
Is my life worth living should I wrap myself
In a gas soaked cloak and ignite myself?
Nah, chill, I got a plan just relax yourself
Yo, check it out, when you're down like pillows
When you're out like patients
When you're held to the ground
By the chemical agents up in your crown
Kick it back with the beats
Step around, son
All you need is more tracks than a meet
To run a lap, god
Megavolts to your vault like an adapter kit
And the empty emcees, KEEP 'EM IN THE PIT!
When the wind chime shakes
I thrash an emcee who wears inline skates
I pity rude boys from the third wave
I wouldn't use their word page to line off the floors of my birdcage
I'd douse 'em in butane and hop a train down south of the Ukraine
Where they - where they magnify sunlight like MC LIVE ON A SATURDAY NIGHT!
I got a few things left to say but I wont say 'em
Kinney's gonna kick out the jams

Now I will be blasting off
'Cause your boys are not rude enough
To pick up a microphone
Put it down, put it down
Put it down, put it down
Put it down, put it down
Track Name: Starry Safari
I get lost in the deep space stars
And call for directions on prepaid cards
I don't got no pride when it comes to astronomy
If I know where I am then I feel like they're onto me
Still I got some questions for the kid who did the booking
Like, "where do you hide in a haunted house?"
I'm getting better at describing how I feel
Feeling less crushed beneath the wheel
I'm affected by head wounds and also concussions
Inflicted by us and almost some Russians, yeah
I'm the rudest of all rude boys
So keep quiet unless you want some noise
No katana, sai, nunchuck or staff
Five finger discount rhymers make me laugh
They wanna hit us with the haiku, I guess they could try to
I'd probably stomp them out like I stomp through the bayou
Gettin' fly on the granite
But now I'm diggin' holes through the center of the planet

Currently I'm running out of currency
Don't tell my landlord he'll take me back to Germany
And I'll be hiding in the attic in silence with the power out
Eatin' hot dogs with mad amounts of sauerkraut
Me no loot, me no shoot, me know wail
I'm blasting into orbit on a ship to sail
Me no loot, me no shoot, me no wail
I'd land on your planet but the ground is frail
Is it too hot to dance?
Nah, we rock steady
And I'm light on my feet 'case I'm mad top heavy
Track Name: All Things Considered
Hey yo,
Many fish bite when you got the good bait
So here's a little tip that I would like to relate
You keep a sharp ass hook in your tackle box
And never rock your low-tops when you got your ankle socks
'Cause they’ll get your Achilles, try to crack your back
Like the catcher of the ’93 Phillies
You wanna cop a feel and deal with mackerels
Prepare to join the crabby casserole
My man, you keep your cool like Johnny Mcenroe
And show your lack of skill when you protest umpires
Spill your glass of milk and lose your Otis Spunkmeyers
Like I lost my marbles down the funnel
My syndrome's that of carpel in the tunnel
So pardon if I mumble when I’m speaking sign language
To parka rockin' Eskimos coolin' up in Anchorage
I’m the type of MC who bows when he ends a rap
I keep it cool like Teddy Pendergrass
So anyone you ask'll tell you the facts you need to know
And how your picture frame is like the axle of the globe
If you’re playin' pinball with the wizard
I’m known to spin-off like Jefferson Starship and Grace Slick ‘em
Zapped by the fabric with the static
You gotta keep your raps under the table so no table cloth can tax it
Watch out for these falling moon-rocks
And hillbilly emcees crawling out the boondocks
Keep it irie when you spin a natty dread
'Cause managers are slimy like the Cincinnati Reds
They’ll impress you with a briefcase
Trick you into signing up for sweepstakes
And straight up stick you for your cheese Steak
For Pete’s sake, please take heed when crossing busy streets
If you only got thirteen rhymes per fifty beats
My man, you’ll be all the way eaten
Your career is shorter than the holiday season
That’s not including Halloween
So call me on March seventeenth and maybe then we’ll call it even
I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to worry ya'
But you gotta be conscious of whats crackin' in your area
A shack produced a song and a song produced a mansion
Commercial rap, I hate it with a passion!

Oh Yeah!

The globe is not golden in fact its barely bronze
Ask the bag I’m holdin' for my man, Barry Bonds
Augmented emcees encourage me
To keep it au naturel and never undergo surgery
My thoughts move like the freeway fast as hell
I’m laced up like a BK Diamond Cell
It ain’t no challenge, respect the distance
My nail-gun’ll put your hammer out of business
You can’t confuse Yoplait and play-dough
I show no resemblance to Jose Canseco
(oh yeah!)
I gotta protect my earth, man
The Foot Clan seek to kick the coping off my vert ramp
I’ll stick em with the 7-ply splinter
Shredder emcees and I eat ‘em for dinner
For lunch I got the boardwalk fries
Your posse's like the Middle East, unorganized
I sampled your pastry and I must say your bakery is
Unadvanced like Haiti’s space agency
Make a note and tell your mouth keep quiet
Stay away from bread like a South Beach diet
Obesity's a sickness but I still know the skinny
Ill music heals ask MC Kinney!!

Oh Yeah!
Track Name: Mr. Cacciatore
All his life was channel 13
Loaded guns in his face, couldn't handle the scene
Of a one horse town in southeast South Dakota
The pressure putting cracks into his Powell-Peralta
A Communist block had imprisoned his youth
He grew out up of touch with the rhythm and blues
I guess his restlessness was handed down
A stranger in a strange land, head in the clouds

When you're rockin' in the day time soakin' up the sunshine
Until the moon light defines the horizon in the west
Luminescent veins in the sky touch us so gracefully
It's a sad story about Mr. Cacciatore

(Uh huh)
(Uh huh)
(Uh huh)

Well they said that every child had a pretty good shot
And in Guatemala drunken men are closer to God
Perhaps it's true
The former spared him the flu
But the latter sent him spinnin'
With his monkey tone grinnin'
Rung out in the lot rockin' funky old linen
Stumblin' like a fool 'til they found him in the pool
When he was drunk at home swimmin'
Bumpin' John Lennon on the stereo
Sinkin' in the bathtub with him
And Mr. Cacciatore saw the whole thing happen
In an immigrant neighborhood in middle Manhattan

When you're rockin' in the day time soakin' up the sunshine
Until the moon light defines the horizon in the west
Luminescent veins in the sky touch us so gracefully
It's a sad story about Mr. Cacciatore

I hope I find you, I hope I find you someday
'Cause ever since you went away
Things they just haven't been the same
You said they'd find you
You said they'd come and take you away
They called you crazy
But no one can explain why you are not here with us today
Track Name: Feed The Beast
Sex sells but you can get arrested if you buy it
So I myself have yet to be a client
Plus I'm dead broke and it feels wrong
Like when I'm watching Check and Double Check
And it makes me sick to my stomach
In 1936 I was posing as a derelict
In a socialite society as an experiment
Anita was my sponsor, I was her protege
Priscilla was a killa' and she wanted me on the blade
I like to make believe that I'm a product of simplicity
Born upon the Ozark range in Missouri
One with the sticks and the banjo picks
Far from the guns and the Rambo flicks
A man told me that our blood was thicker than the waves
But he ran from the water when he saw it break the barricade
Lucky man in his landlocked state
And he hobbled my legs, now I can't walk straight

Lycanthropic MC from the green capes of Senegal
Bouncing off the kennel walls like a tennis ball
I busted out now I'm on the road to Zanzibar
Me without a microphone is like a raga sans sitar
Remember back in the black days of Dracula
Mass packs of rats setting traps for me in Latvia
Like Frankenstein and electroshock therapy
A fractured spine and a loss of any memory
I've long since fled the great state of Texas
Running from an hour worth of minutemen with deathsticks
Out of mind in their miserable lives
And throwing knives if I'm crossing their invisible lines
These are pitiful times here, man, and I can't hang no more
My beans are boiled, blood, I'm bouncing back to Bangalore
I'm out of place on this planet full of humans
In the crater covered satellite rays I'm consuming

I don't really know how many fish are in the pond
And I can't count the stars on which I've wished upon
There is no space between us
I'm the floor, I'm the centipede
I'm everything and nothing at once
Track Name: Destapadores
Y ahorita hablando con palabras diferentes
Dame diente, porque no tengo y tiene veinte
Probable mas, pero yo no se cuanto
Y yo quiero comer pero yo no puedo
Aqui igual que uno perro
Mi cuerpo casi muerto y enfermo, sin dinero
Estoy un carpintero con martillo,
Tu no quieres pelear conmigo
Estoy grande igual que un burrito de asada
Tu eres hablando
Pero tu no sabes nada acerca de el mundo
Cuidado con su vida, tiene solo uno

El Cielo es azul y el sol amarillo
Proximo la playa nunca frio
Mas o menos caliente
Todo bastante por el gente
Casada con la musica, exactamente
Tomar la Coca-cola, una bebida gaseosa
A mi no importa la chota
Yo tengo esposa
Pero quiero la otra
Si, yo quiero la otra

Yo tengo una novia,
Que se llama Juana,
Pero yo no quiero
Porque es haragana
Track Name: Cot in a Wormhole
A fish pitched up by an angry sea
I gasped on land, then I became me
A product of the sun coughed up on the beach
In black chinos cut off below the knees
With a salt parched throat I struggled to talk
To lone angler positioned on a rugged old dock
Lost in a bucket of worms with mad slack on the reel
No other concerns but a meal
As if, ah ha, what is to be will be
And no cares of ours can arrest the decree
Of this outlaw cyclone, my feet lost feeling
And brushstrokes of madness encompassed the ceiling
The sheriff rose up from the dirt so I split
He fired mad shots but I didn't get hit
I hopped off the dock and swam passed the reef
Back to the coral abode where I can sleep

Oh yeah, all right
Oh my, what a wonderful spot
When you're lost in a chasm of thought

Well, my mind's a marble on the deck of a ship
In the Bermuda Triangle when a wicked storm hits
One day I'm gonna slip n' slide off of the plank
And then they'll hit the off switch on my oxygen tank
'Til I'm out of my element, seemingly unconscious
Down in the well again, dreaming as my thoughts sink
Deeper and deeper and deeper into the bucket of worms
I got no concerns

My mind, my soul and my body
We all feel the same
Yeah, we all feel the same
Yeah, we all feel alright

Oh yeah, alright
Oh my, what a wonderful spot
When your lost in a chasm of thought
Track Name: Delirium Aquarium
All I want is tuna, dolphin safe tuna
My net's to the depths of the black laguna
Delirious with serious mercury exposure to the fetus
Whoever thought that cetus could defeat us
My denture might clench ya', adventure in dementia
I'm mad like a hatter in the 19th century
Plus the fat cat, kickin' it in the tree
My grasp on reality is cast to the sea
And what good's a kickstand stickin' in the quicksand
When I washed off the stamp and I ripped off the wristband
I'm on a quest to examine existence
but I can't hold my breathe
If I'm jammin with the fishes

But I feel good, I feel great, I feel wonderful
I feel good, I feel great, I feel wonderful
I feel good, I feel great, I feel wonderful
I feel good, I feel great, I feel wonderful

Chicken in the water try to keep my line tangled
Candles in my head light the tilted triangles
Quickly dewicked and critically seasick
I'm not completely human, I'm simply three-fifths
You see twenty percent of me is mutant reptile
Raised by a rodent in the sewer with the bile
But now I'm on the surface with slimy epidermis
Fluid on my brain like coffee in a thermos
Frothy salivation overflow leaks the mandible
Mechanically programmed to kill and eat the animal
But I won't ever touch another thermometer
When my feet are on the ground and my head is still in Andromeda

What's the deepest end between friends
when you're experiencing bends on the seafloor again
And again and again
Please understand, when I wash ashore I will be rotted away
Down here our perspective is warped
We asked the captain of the ship
Which way is north, starboard or port
As we rotted away
Losing daylight

I've enjoyed our time together and I hope we'll stay friends forever
But for now I've got to go, 'cause I really can't stay, I hope you'll understand

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