Sandwich Express

by Iron-E

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Iron-E's first full-length album chronicles the fantastic voyages of a mysterious inter-galactic locomotive known only as the Sandwich Express. Five years or so in the making, "Sandwich Express" is Iron-E's first triumphant foray into the wacky world of rock, funk, and blues. The album features over 50 minutes of energizing, fun music imbued with wondrous whimsy and wit. Hop on the Sandwich Express for the debut of a surprisingly intelligent and technically-minded band.

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released 18 February 2014
Voice - Alex Huey
Guitar - Trey Booth
Drums - Patrick Malmstrom
Bass - Kent Harmon

Sound Engineering - bluechairrecordingstudio.com

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Energizing, fun music combined with entertaining theatrics and an atmosphere of unpredictability. Iron-E works toward creating a unique, original, and ultimately jaw dropping performance which will leave the listener with sweaty pits, a nugget of wisdom, and a heart full of dreams. Beware. ... more

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Track Name: Entré
"Open the door," beckoned the Voice as it warbled from a rusty intercom. "Go ahead."

The creaking metal revealed a massive locomotive enshrouded in a luminescent fog. Emerging from the mist was an odd figure clad in a business suit and topped with the most reprehensible head gear. He spoke...

"Many more dimensions and multiverses await; some lugubrious and some...hellish. The Sandwich Express is departing soon and upon it you will be. At each stop upon its path, a vision you will see."
Track Name: Sandwich Express
(The weight of the days pile
Upon shoulders while
Minds confine the
Machinations of imaginations
To racked prisons
In fact, missions
To emancipate the manufactured fate of
Broken dreams, burst at the seams and
Bring about the means, no more, no less
A fickle fate fighter, a sandwich express
Build up your power, be prepared to explode
Sand ticks the hour, may it be not so
Perpetuate your fate, vicarious flow
Drop a dance on the trigger and...let it go.)

(1, 2, 3, 4!)
Well, there’s a delicatessen where the owner’s confessin’
He’s seen it with his own two eyes
That old town myth accompanied with
A delectable surprise

He told us a tale of a magic rail
About some fantastical train
The passenger seats are made of deli meat
And the condiments are insane

(And we said) H-e-e-e-y!
That sounds pretty great, we must confess
(And we said) W-o-o-a-a-h!
You better
Get outta town
Put a hit on a clown, and
Rip off that frown
‘cause we’re jumping on the Sandwich Express

(1, 2, 3, 4!)
The tomatoes are a’movin’ and the mustard is a’groovin’
Everything is feelin’ fine
The mayonnaise and the hollandaise
Seem to drip to the beat in time

The parrots are a’hootin’ and the whistle is a’tootin’
A particular melodious tune
The bread’s so soft, we’re never gettin’ off
Gonna ride all the way to the moon

(And we said) H-e-e-e-y!
Everything’s happy here, this is the best
(And we said) W-o-o-a-a-h!
You better getcha
Will writin’ done, and
Scream out ya lungs
‘Cause in a bloody mess
The Sandwich Express (just ran somebody over!)

Sandwich Express
Sandwich Express
It’s a Sandwich Express attack
Can’t turn back, rewind, or retrack
Pull a click-click-clack down a hellish track
As a matter of fact
It cannot be stopped
It cannot be topped
It cannot be hopped off
Hack attack, bring a cough
Smoke in the eyes of the deli owner guy
Defy the why, far cry from your other try
Rip the script from your head and try to mean it
Idealize and realize you’ve already seen it

(Say) Hey! x5
That sounds pretty great, we must confess
(And we said) Woah! X5
You better
Get outta town
Put a hit on a clown, and
Rip off that frown
‘cause we’re jumping on the Sandwich Express

Sandwich Express
Sandwich Express
It’s a Sandwich Express to heck
Bring a speck of respect for the muscle of the neck
For holdin’ up and boldin’ up the brain of the wreck
Assault the mind, intrinsic crime
Supreme, absolute, impervious prime
Hold back another crack from the sandwich attack
And the runes will reveal where the pendulum’s at
Bring it
If I give you the words, will you sing it?
If I advance in rank, will you king it?
I suppose he knows it’s a confusing kind of thing it
Shows in his flows that he can only just wing it

(Say) Hey! x5
Everything’s happy here, this is the best
(And we said) Woah! X5
You better getcha
Will writin’ done, and
Scream out ya lungs
‘Cause in a bloody mess
Here
Comes
The
Sandwich
Express!
Track Name: Trippin' on MSG
I was just scarfin’ away at my old Chinese
When I saw spots, feelin’ weak in the knees

Orange, yellow, purple, and green
It was the greatest light show I’d ever seen

Luminescent ghost in fronta my eyes
Said “Let me take you away into the skies”

“I’ll tell you everything ya need to know”
Threw my arms up and I said “WOAH!”

I can’t wrap this round my head
And I don’t KNOW…
Exactly what I’ve been fed
Images and people and experiences that I just can’t seem to equate
To that oh-so mysterious additive Mono-Sodium Glutamate!

I was down at the store
And I was talkin’ to some broccoli
And I said: “Broccoli,
“How are you talkin’ to me?”
And that broccoli said to me,
“I ain't talkin’ to you,
“You’re just trippin’ on MSG.”

The ghost and his glorious gold afro
Showed me the place where all of it flows

Gucci bags and Loch Ness too
All of it floats in the Kalamazoo

Jet planes, blenders, gravy, and cowboys
All surrounded by familiar noise

The funky beat caused me to glow
Started a dance and I said “WOAH!”

I can’t wrap this round my head
And I don’t KNOW…
Exactly what I’ve been fed
Images and people and experiences that I just can’t seem to equate
To that oh-so mysterious additive Mono-Sodium Glutamate!

I was walkin’ down street
And I was ran over by a car,
It was Bill Clinton in a limousine
And I said “Bill Clinton,
“Why’d you do this to me?”
He said, “I didn’t do this to you,
“You’re just trippin’ on MSG.”

Punched that old ghost right in the lips
Confetti flyin’ outta my fingertips

Rocketed away on my smooth jetpack
But the lights and the colors pulled my back

My final attempt to get away
I wander in a dream to this very day

So remember when your noodles are startin’ to glow
You’ll be greeted by the ghost who screams “WOAH!”

I can’t wrap this round my head
And I don’t KNOW…
Exactly what I’ve been fed
Images and people and experiences that I just can’t seem to equate
To that oh-so mysterious additive Mono-Sodium Glutamate!
Track Name: Muzak
The Muzak Society
Track Name: The Escape
Woke up screaming, wheel in my face
My first thought: “Gotta get outta this place!”
This Vehicular prison’s got me down
Speedin’ down the highway of this sad town
Door flies open, flung into space
Rolling on the pavement, startin’ the race
Nobody’s gonna keep me down, man
Traveling far is now the plan

Everywhere I go, all I see
People, people. Just like me!
Nothing else? Nothing else to be?
All consuming society?
I repeat my mantra: “No, no!”
“There has to be somewhere else to go”
Flying lessons, bought a plane
Antarctica will be my domain

For years I enjoyed isolation
But soon it became little consolation
I transcended transportation
Education and even the nation
But I needed something else to beat
So I built a nuclear fleet
Riding atop a mushroom cloud
Piercing through the heavens and screaming aloud!

Drifting through space, so empty
Pretty soon there was nothing to see
Enraptured in a world of black
I contemplated turning back
I felt the darkness inside of me
Can I never truly be free?
What, in this multiverse, do I lack?
In the palm of my hand appeared a crack…

I shuddered to think, the crack grew
I thought of myself as one of the few
I held my accomplishments so very near
The love of my self had become clear
A voice in the blackness declares a clue:
“Destroy the past, all become new
“Decipher the message of the blind seer
“You are to overcome all fear!”

Explosion of light emits from my eyes
I reach into the crack, pull into the skies
Falling from that Olympus mount
I had obtained that youthful fount
Fell into the driver’s seat through the moon roof
I had become living proof
Creativity and life, within you lies
Overcome fear and see it fly!
Track Name: Truckers of the Old West
Roasting dash and dusty trail
Grime between my fingernails
Grip the wheel, heading west
Put my ways to the test

“I said I only grant passage to the best of the best”
Said the cross-eyed man with a gun to his chest
As I pulled the trigger I found the bullet wouldn’t lie
So I told him the tale of how I died

Used to be a salesman on the corner in the fray
Sellin’ miracle oil and potter’s clay
Met a cemetery owner, said he’d change my life
With a bucket o’ grease and a switchblade knife

The body and the soul is a steel machine
The living blood is the gasoline
Remember well the motto that day
We’re all gonna die, either way

Well, the knife came in handy and the grease was like candy
On a trek through the desert with a woman named Mandy
The sister of the man who proposed the ride
He said every man who’d tried had been burned alive

I threw her in the back of ma truck in a sack
With a double padlock and a little thumb tack
To hold the poster: “Alive or dead”
A hundred thousand dollars for a crazy lady’s head

At a gas station, I found she was gone
Found a gum wrapper with a little map drawn
“If you’ve got guts and a heart and a brain
“Bring a quart of gasoline and I’ll prove I’m sane”

The body and the soul is a steel machine
The living blood is the gasoline
Remember well the motto that day
We’re all gonna die, either way

With the moon up above and the wolves at my back
I blazed my way to the center of the map
A rusty, old mountain, metallic in the night
The wrinkles in her face shone in the firelight

I asked her why, but all she gave was a glare
With fire in her eyes and dust in her hair
She took a step up and took a quart of oil
Said a few words and poured it in the soil

The mountain came alive with a roar and a lurch
Now Mandy is my engine and the road is my church
You only grant passage to the best of the best?
You’re lookin’ at the truckers of the old west

The body and the soul is a steel machine
The living blood is the gasoline
Remember well the motto of tomorrow
All that’s gonna die is our pain and our sorrow

The cross-eyed man said “I thought you died”
Looked ‘em in the nose “Well, I guess I lied”
The gun wasn’t needed, “you passed the test”
“Welcome to the truckers of the old west”

The body and the soul is a steel machine
The living blood is the gasoline
Remember well the motto of tomorrow
All that’s gonna die is our pain and our sorrow
Track Name: Infomercial
"Call now and you can get a double offer!"

That's right. Call now and you'll forget every meager part of your existence. If you call the number on your screen, you will forget everything that has happened to you or me. You will go beyond the state of existence that we currently associate with what we see in front of our eyes. And if you call now, we will go Sunday, Sunday, SUNDAY! Come on out to the monster truck rally. Bigger than anything you've ever seen! If we go out to the galaxy, we will find that the universe is way, way, WAY bigger than monster trucks. Where, why don't we, why, why, why, why don't we try to expand our entire existence in all reality, but no one seems to care about science or Baaltilical degrees or, if ya go to, ya know, like, go to college or somethin' they say "You know, go to get, you know, get a degree..." It doesn't really matter, ya know. They always say, like, "undergraduate's the new bachelors", or whatever, I, ya know...

Call now if you're tryin' to get to a particular place and ya know how to get a smile on your face. And I, right now. And I know everything's lookin' on up ever. Get double, double offer, I'm gonna give you information right now on the television screen, television screen, don't look away, don't look away from me.

"1-800-5555555555555. Call now!"
Track Name: So I Punched 'em in the Face
Never thought that I was gonna do this kind of stuff
Always thought that education would be just enough
Reach into my soul and I’m a really nice guy
Listen to these words and then you’ll understand why

TAX EXEMPTION!
EXISTENTIALISM!
ANTHROPOLOGY!
ANTI-DISESTABLISHMENTARIANISM!
(penis...)

Nowadays, the poetry can have a new meaning
Cannot stop the progress, everyday it’s careening
Ignorance vanishing, no semblance of a trace
Uhh…SO I PUNCHED ‘EM IN THE FACE!
Track Name: Love to the Top
Love I can’t fake
Bring me your ear
Turn into night

Face on the floor
Kickin’ the can
Can’t confuse me, baby
‘Cause I’m a real man

Cardboard leather
Wicked design
Empty angel’s kiss

Winter’s snowin’
Bakin’ a pie
Dreams are made of this

All right
No one’s gonna give you enough

(And) I can’t back down
(And) I won’t back down

Look into ya heart
Desire set me free
I’ll hit’chu with my love
To the top

Ivory tower
Breakin’ the sides
Cannot deny

Heart full of strife
We cut with a knife
Ya know I can’t surprise
Those sugar-coated eyes

Lemon drop
Silver screen
Cherry blinding light

Pushin’ buggy
Juicy lips
Make it run all night

All right
Everybody’s makin’ it rough

(And) I can back down
(And) I should back down

Look into ya heart
Desire set me free
I’ll hit’chu with my love
To the top

(Come on, baby. Ya know what I mean! Why don’tchu just…come on back to my stardust overdrive insano machine. I’d love to make a hero into a hero with a zero.)

(Four syllables)
Make it explode
Black against white

Another guitar
Wrap it on up
Got these places rumble
Right on up to the moon

Sultan lightning
Wavy hair
Royal scene champagne
Hittin’ pavement
Rippin’ bad
Drivin’ you insane

All right
No one seems to think you’re tough

(And) I would back down
(And) I want back down

Look into ya heart
Desire set me free
I’ll hit’chu with my love
To the top
To the top

And we're never gonna stop!
Track Name: Electric Flow
N/A
Track Name: Scarecrow Noir
Crunch of leaves, orange red, the bodies are starting to rot
Smoke screen, killer obscene, the evidence stacked in a pile
Severed arm, country barn, an animal bedding cot
Murder by scare-crows in the air, the law will bring him to trial

He’ll find me
I’ll find him

Amid the autumn fields, the bloodied corn grows
As for the mystery, only the scarecrow knows

No sleep, time to reap, a sickle in my hand
A country barn, can’t be far, finally hot on the trail
Out the back, avoid attack, a pistol in his hand
Sickled figure into the corn, I’ll catch him without fail

Now I run
Now I chase

(“Stop or I’ll shoot! ... You’re all washed up, you murderer! You know I’ve got you!”)

A clearing, a scarecrow, the stars as our ceiling
Finally see, occurs to me, the killer’s a beautiful dame!
A slice!, a bang!, I love a good killing
We both fall together, a fitting end to our game

I love you
I love you
Track Name: Spare Change
Yo, I'm from the streets, I'm a dirty hobo
Hey, ya give some money, hey yo, domo arigato, ya know

That's how hobo life goes
I just sit back, relax, while my collection grows

Collection of what? Aluminum cans
I see 'em, pick 'em up and then I stuff 'em down my pants

Yeah, that's how I roll, I'm livin' in a soccer goal
My best friend is a telephone pole

I got no job
Got no wife
Now ya can't tell me I'm not livin' the good life

Spare change? Spare change?
Hey, hey! Gimme a dollar!

Change? Spare change?
Hey, hey! Gimme a dollar!

Gimme a dollar!

Gimme a dollar!
Track Name: Campervan Catastrophe
Screaming into the darkness
Blood is boiling
Push the clutch with all my power

Molten brakes of lightning
Rip the wheel into the void
My moment of fame

Into the rearview mirror
See my life gone astray
Chaos and disorder
To my dismay

Time of reckoning is
Surely upon me
It’s a campervan
Catastrophe

Now I grip the shifter
Preparations for the
Final lamentations

(As I) race into the wall
I realize I shuffled off
This mortal coil

Into the rearview mirror
See my life gone astray
Chaos and disorder
To my dismay

Time of reckoning is
Surely upon me
It’s a campervan
Catastrophe

Piercing through the stratosphere
My senses fear
A final destination

Ya know, in hindsight, I should’ve
Never taken that
Damned vacation

Into the rearview mirror
See my life gone astray
Chaos and disorder
To my dismay

Time of reckoning is
Surely upon me
It’s a campervan
Catastrophe
Track Name: Fat Kid Cartwheels
I swore on my badge I’d clean up this town
More and more each day the deal goes down

Drugs are hit and murders commit
Criminals walk and politicians sit

It makes me sick to my very core
Gamblers, drinkers, thugs, and whores

I was walking my beat when I saw down the street
A little fat kid jump right off his feet

I had never seen anything like it
It was all I really needed to know
And all it was
Was a fat kid doin’
Those fat kid cartwheels

I try and I try and I try and I try
More and more each day to know why

Those peaceful, normal, law-abiding folk
Catch disease, feel their pain, and croak

Being a doctor was the only plan
The only way to be an honest man

While I contemplated the quick and the dead
I heard a noise and I lifted my head

I had never seen anything like it
It was all I really needed to know
And all it was
Was a fat kid doin’
Those fat kid cartwheels

So, remember when you’re feeling down and out
In the middle of the earthquake, hurricane, drought

That there is one sight of pure humanity
Goofy, stupid, fluent divinity

Something so simply dumb and inane
That will set your raucous soul aflame

There is no need to figure it out
Just open up wide and laugh it out

I had never seen anything like it
It was all I really needed to know
And all it was
Was a fat kid doin
Those fat kid cartwheels

(Yeah...)
Track Name: Bring It On
I said, well, bring it on
I said, well, bring it on, bring it all on
I said, all this conflict in the world a'keeps a'goin' round and round and I'm all unwound and unsound and I can't seem to find a place for my self

Oh, can you see by my early light? I never got to a place that I thought was really, really nice, but I have, but those places I was just stayin' there for a while and then I go on and I don't know why I'm on the wire and I can't seem to get on past that, goin' and I can't seem to get past my own obstacles I got in my brain I got in my mind and I'm goin' insane. I don't really know what's happening to me 'cause I got this lobotomy in my mind, in my mind, in my mind...

Said, well, bring it on
And I said, well, bring it on, bring it all on
I said, all this conflict in the world keeps goin' round and round and I'm all unwound and unsound and I can't seem to find a place for my self

And I'm goin' to a new place, goin' to that new place and I can't seem to get past nothin' that's a'goin' to me and I can't seem to get a new place and in my mind I got it goin' down and when I'm goin' down I gotta go down town because that's the good part of town that I like. I like to go by the places that I like. I like to go to places and I don't know and I know it's gonna turn out alright.
Track Name: Exitus
The ghostly train once again lumbered to a stop and its doors creaked open to reveal yet another fantastical plane of existence. All of a sudden, a rift in space violently emerged at my side causing the well-dressed stranger to fade into mist. The rift, like a sort of bizarre mirror, revealed what looked to be myself reaching towards me. The doppelganger pulled me through, explaining "I'm you from the future! Listen to me! Trust yourself. I have broken countless cosmic laws to reach you. Beware the Voice." We found ourselves before a bleak, metal door; a world of concrete. The double looked to the sky and continued, "The continuum will cease soon. We don't have much time. Beware the Voice. And, oh yeah, whatever you do, don-"