The Prince and the Punk

by Shark Valley Sisters

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Recorded Aug. 14th, 24th & 28th at The Laundry Room, Miami Beach.
Produced by Frank 'Rat Bastard' Falestra.
Album artwork: Juan Montoya

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released 04 September 2013
Rob Elba - Guitar, Vocals
Fausto Figueredo - Drums, Vocals

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Shark Valley Sisters Florida

In the 90's/2000's Rob and Fausto played in the South Florida bands Holy Terrors and Load respectively. In 2013 they joined together to form Shark Valley Sisters.

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Track Name: My Boss is a Jewish Carpenter
Got eternal love – love never fails
God inside my heart – love never fails
Angels grow their wings – one at a time
Lambs forgive their flock – one at a time

I’m not scared, ‘cause he’s my friend
I won’t fall so I’m not scared, ‘cause he’s my friend
I won’t fall, love won’t fail
‘Cause he’s my friend

Never believed until the hammer came down
Never saw nothing ‘till the light hit the ground
Now I’m not scared, I’m just proud to be found

I had no air – despair
I had no skin – breathe in
I had no heart – no start

I’m not scared, ‘cause he’s my friend
I won’t fall so I’m not scared, ‘cause he’s my friend
I won’t fall, love won’t fail
‘Cause he’s my friend

Never believed until the hammer came down
Never saw nothing ‘till the light hit the ground
Now I’m not scared, I’m just proud to be found

I had no air – despair
I had no skin – breathe in
I had no heart – no start
I have no brain – no pain
No pain

My God is the rock in my soul
My love is the fire in my heart
My soul is on fire!
Track Name: Hum
When I'm without sound, a sound remains
A hum inside my head
Sometimes I'm bold, I'll hold it to the peeling light
But what to find?
I've heard of signals from New Mexico
A Drone much like my own
Outside my head, outside my head
The buzz from nowhere grows instead

No buzz saw diesel drone
Submarine test-tone, listen...
No chainsaw dead zone
motherfucking head-crusher, listen...
No death saw diesel drone submarine, listen...

And when it's gone, it's not for good
When dogs and motorcycles,
Buildings, planes and cars destroy the truth
One summer day I heard the sound of nothing
On this very place
No summer's day, no summer's day
Could wash away my buzz saw...
Track Name: The Evil and the Stupid
Once I cried, "I have no hat!"
'Till I met a man who had no head
His brother had two heads, but hands of stone
One was dangerous, but one was more dangerous

He who lives by the swordfish
He who swims with the snails
He who stares into chicken's eyes
Dangerouser! Dangerouser! Dangerouser!

He is the evil one
He is the wicked one, who counts and calls
But he's not the only one
HE is the stupid one...

Once I met two men who sucked
All the gristle off the bone
One was quick, one was thick - but I swear that it's true
That one calculates
But this one will devastate
Track Name: Maggots
Wake-up call grabs you right inside a dream
2:00PM, you're still naked in your bed
Lips and eyes are dumb
All your fingers, numb
Dispossessed from the home inside your head

You didn't have to cry
You didn't have to scream
You didn't have to come like that
Into the world's forgotten scheme

You didn't have your arms
You didn't have your legs
You didn't have a mouth or teeth
But still your body's growing and you need to eat

Wake up kids, it's a brand new day ahead
Wipe the sweat and indifference from your face
Try to fill the cup
Try to lift it up
Repossessed of a promise to amaze

You didn't have to cry
You didn't have to scream
You didn't have to come like that
Into the world's forgotten scheme

You didn't have your arms
You didn't have your legs
You didn't have a mouth or teeth
But still your body's growing, so you eat and eat...
Track Name: Padre
He flew in from New York
He wore a coat and a hat
He smelled of smoke and scotch
He said to call him Dave

We didn’t have much time
He ordered coffee black
He tried to tell a joke
Somebody dropped a plate

He said I looked like her
He tried to guess my weight
He said his knees were shot
He looked down at his watch

He said he had to leave
But he was glad we met
He shook my hand and left
Track Name: Song 9
I first saw it written at the gravesite of a 60's rocker
Killed by excess - so the irony was crystal clear
What good is a soundtrack
When the movie bores you to tears?
Some call it a way of life
These noises that go clang clang

You can't kill rock-n-roll, you can't kill rock -n-roll
You can't kill rock-n-roll
You can, but it's a slippery slope
You can't kill rock-n-roll, you can't kill rock -n-roll
You can't kill rock-n-roll
It's a lie, but you'd never know it

Sometimes when I see kids bobbing in place
I want to grab them by the ears and whisper,
"Where do you think this all came from?"
It's so easy to be superior when history is on your side
My father's was the last generation
To never feel this crushing slide

You can't kill rock-n-roll, you can't kill rock -n-roll
You can't kill rock-n-roll
You can, but it's a sticky trope
You can't kill rock-n-roll, you can't kill rock -n-roll
You can't kill rock-n-roll
It's a lie, you're just getting old
Track Name: Drag
When she fell apart
Thought it was a laugh
Tried to make a joke
Dreaming wide awake
Candy colored pills
Evened out the planes
Couldn’t lift the fog
Rising through the clouds
Pining for the past
Staring at the screen
Licking at her wounds
Picking at the scabs
She’s going through a drag
Drag
She’s going through a drag

When she lost her mind
Kept it to herself
Trolling through the signs
Staring at the walls
Played it as a joke
Veering from the script
Lit the script on fire
Left her in the dirt
She’s going through a drag
Drag
She’s going through a drag
Track Name: The Prince and the Punk
What's in a name when the ash hits the ground?
What's left behind if they don't make a sound?
Who's going to carry the flag when we're dead?
The Prince and the Punk lay forgotten instead

Telegraph tales of a wail and a roar
Passing down stories of what came before
Who's going to carry the flame when we're gone?
The Prince and the Punk - born to burn all along

Born. To. Burn.

Such is life for ordinary men
Curse the years and rue the days
Such is not for the Prince and the Punk
Not to be forgotten