Zest of Your Mom (EP)

by Zest of Yore

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Zest of Your Mom EP

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released September 20, 2016

All songs written by Stephen Pierce

Alan Lauer- Drums
Sean Padilla- Bass and artistic direction
Stephen Pierce- guitar and vocals

Recorded, engineered and mixed by Evan Kleinecke at 5th St. Studios, Austin TX

Additional production by Evan Kleinecke

except "I Want to Write (A Pretty Song Someday")- Recorded at Stassney Woods by Stephen Pierce, Mixed by Tim O'heir

Mastered by Z++ (Zach Landrenau)

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Track Name: Righted Not (Unless by Love)
....Such Was, the scene
"they looked for signs of death at every door"
I mean- it really was a drag.
To Live, To Breathe,
To offer up a chance for something more
The sieve- was clogged up with a rag.

Nathaniel's spell was steeped in truth, an observant boy was he
-ee.

No Class, No Caste, No Faith, No Creed
An ideal is Greed!
Righted by Nothing, unless by LOVE.
Life!
Long!
That's!
Long!
Righted not; unless by love
That's the one I'm thinking of.....
Track Name: Shine the Shield
I don't come bringing... gifts of that nature
that would be tantamount
2 condoning satyr

coming on springtime
on top of old worlds
bikini car wash
between the guardrails

up and down
all around
trampoline

hop on the stunt pegs
grab on my shoulders
light up a cigarette
you're feeling older

round the block
walk the walk
talk the talk

Don't play on tricks on me
I'm not dignified
I just salivate
I'm too dumb to hide
baby please, tear this hell away
the curtain's opening

I got my haircut
but now my mouth's dry
I still feel confident
like packaged superfly

Coming on Summer
turn off the internet
don't be a bummer
it isn't winter yet

Shine the shield
through the field
Champion

Pull out your skateboard
look for a swift ditch
Milwaukee hand grenades
whine about who's a bitch

round the block
walk the walk
talk the talk

Don't play tricks on me
I'm not dignified
I just salivate
I'm too dumb to hide
Baby, please tear this hell away
The Curtain's opening
Track Name: A Decade for The Queen
Callous sophisticates constantly cackling,
Thin hands and perfect tits
Galvanized and graphing
has it been a decade for the queen?
brush her cheek
exposing the machine.....that's warm and real...but hard to feel
it gets right to the liver and the spleen
The palace of Aristocrites
is constantly polling
the CPB's on top of it
exuberant extolling
Has it been a decade for the King?
That's his thing
unfolding the unreal
it's hard to feel...and seems quite mean
It gets right to the liver and the spleen
.....and if u do
it must be True
If that's the theme
then we must seem like:
Callous sophisticates
constantly cackling
thin hands and perfect tits galvanized and Graphing
has it been a decade for the Queen?
Brush her cheek
exposing the unreal...it's hard to feel and seems quite mean
it gets right to the liver and the spleen....
Track Name: I want to Write (a Pretty Song Someday)
U see? that drunken girl
stumbling homewards
fumbling phone words
deporting
boredom

she is a creature
she has a nature
tomorrow morning
the Sunday paper
and then her parents
they doesn't get her
she'll never let them
and they'll forget her

To write a pretty song someday
Flamboyant and so Gay
a Twizzler of a tune
like perfect Sex at Noon

To cast a pretty song away
erect a waving flag
out on the city drag
among the astronauts

In love!
with the above
in lust with all the gusts
in time
waiting in line
Here comes my song
waiting so long

U see? that drunken boy
walking, wayward
slowly
labored...
exalting;
freedom.

He is a creature
he has a nature
tomorrow morning
the nomenclature
and all his buddies
they keep him muddies
he'll never come clean
he never has been....

To write a pretty song someday!
Flamboyant and so Gay
a Twizzler of a tune
like perfect Sex at Noon

To cast a pretty song away
erect a waving flag
out on the city drag
among the astronauts

In Love!
with the above
in lust
with all the gusts
in time...
waiting in line.
Here comes my song;
waiting so long#