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Sandwich Express

by Iron-E

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1.
Entré 00:54
"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."
2.
(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!
3.
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!
4.
Muzak 01:56
The Muzak Society
5.
The Escape 03:58
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!
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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
7.
Infomercial 02:23
"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!"
8.
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!
9.
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!
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11.
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
12.
Spare Change 01:28
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!
13.
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
14.
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...)
15.
Bring It On 04:32
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.
16.
Exitus 00:54
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-"

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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 February 18, 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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