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Early Risers

by Soldiers Of Fortune

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    140 gram black vinyl cut at 33 rpm housed in a standard LP jacket printed on uncoated stock. Mastered by the one and only Greg Calbi of Sterling Sound in New York.

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1.
Nails 04:39
Traveling light, I’m too uptight, it’s lonely at the bottom of a shoe Yeah the record boss tried to shut us down but there’s too many jobs to do Kicking a dog most every night, it’s always coming down on me These craven bands all take their cuts, their bullshit’s always free We do this for the money fool there’s no love in this crew There’s no love in this crew Another nail, one more nail, another in my coffin. Woman thought they loved me so I ruined one life a day If the debt I have keeps growing, I’m never gonna have to pay These busted chips just gather dust but the soldiers have to play
2.
Cinnamon Man 03:42
I was silly ass bus boy, barely out of school, lonely as the setting sun The joint was barely keeping pace, boss about to lose the place, I just wanna have some fun! Just then a man walks in with an ugly ass grin and he opens up his mouth to say: "Let me take you for a ride be your shaman and your guide, show you some city shit today." So I walked into his arms, left the mountains and the farms, and I opened my mind. . .yeah I opened up my mind To my Cinnamon, to my Cinnamon Man, etc Well I got a little older, learned to play guitar and I wrote a couple simple songs I met a little woman in the Swedish hills and she showed me 'bout settlin' down. So we had a couple kids, made some money, hit the skids - but all I kept thinkin' bout Was old Cinnamon, my Cinnamon Man. . . Now I'm sitting all alone, got a couple kids in tow and a habit that won't leave me be And all that I remember is that evening in December when old Cinnamon walked out on me My Cinnamon, my Cinnamon. . .man! Papa Cinnamon etc. . .
3.
I got the campus swagger  
 you do the hip flask shake you bring your feather duster you’re dusting out the cobwebs spelling out your name in them nobody knows his weight goes back into the womb 
 sparks fly easily said and done a lot but never seen hot magazines open and shut book open and show your light to me 
 in my job I put my head down and not much else yeah scavenger plates 
 underneath the eyesores urban black and toxins baby gotta know cause I’m not here to go open up the rear see him when he’s standing to his right twice in twenty nine 
 with your sweet sweet lies seventy five fruits 
 with your feather duster forget your place with carefree highs you make the music listen to your lies 
 his gun powder gun powder on the snow with your yoga cleavage just assvertizing  Pearl Jam All Stars Five nothing but terrier bait 
 explain yourself in the status vacuum what you doing with the rest of them I show lactose and primitivism neurotic thrust ah yeah daisy daisy daisy squelch in her big brass six total control sun levitate the brain bye bye do the hip flask shake 
 that’s all
4.
HUMPY DUMPTY FELL OFF THE OLD ROMAN WALL THEY GOT MY BACK AGAINST THE OLD ROMAN WALL ROMAN SOLDIERS SPEARING A SLAVE IN THE BALL TO STICK HIS PRICK IN THE GLORY HOLE ON THE OLD CHINESE WALL THAT’S ONE ALLEGORY OF THE ZOMBIE: BITING OFF MORE THAN ONE CAN CHEW WHY PLAY TRICKS ON THE FEEBLE-MINDED? PERHAPS THERE’S A PART OF ME THAT’S FEEBLE-MINDED PLAYING TRICKS ON THE FEEBLE-MINDED, WHY? PERHAPS HERE’S A PART THAT’S FEEBLE-MINDED: I WHY PLAY TRICKS WHEN I’LL JUST GET CAUGHT? UNDER THE THUMB OF ROME, PRESSED INTO A DOT TO STEAL WITHOUT GUILT AND FREELY CONFESS TO ADORN THE SINISTER JEWELRY OF JADE TO AFFORD MY HONOR THE ONE EXCEPTION OF SPONTANEITY TO THE ANTIDOTE- A SMALL DOSAGE OF POISON BUILDS IMMUNITY TO COMPULSION- LIKE A MAN DRINKING HIS WAGES WHILE HIS FAMILY STARVES TO ESPIONAGE- ONE LAST LIE WHAT DISTINGUISHES ME FROM THE ENEMY? I KNOW THEIR SECRETS, THEY’LL NEVER KNOW MINE
5.
I love fish and talking dogs They ain't even lived before Old enigma leave the door I'm no good at lifting souls I don't know-ow how I see I don't know what I wanna be I don't know I have a dusty brain 
 You can lay a dog tooth down
 They don't ever lay a dog tooth down 
 God don't mention talking dogs Leave them when the master's gone Been done since a medicated song 
 Fuck the sailors Dog tooth down Fuck the saints Dog tooth down 
 Praying on, praying on Dog tooth down Praying on the rain Dog tooth down 
 You can lay a dog tooth down They don't ever lay a dog tooth down 
 Fuck the sailors Dog tooth down Fuck the saints Dog tooth down 
 You can lay a Dog tooth down
6.
It makes me feel good inside I love the sound of you talking to me
7.
Santa Monica 06:27
My back got tan My chest was bare My hair grew back in blonde I been in Santa Monica too long I turned up with a body and a face Physically trained A symbol of divine grace I been in Santa Monica too long It's been so long Since I've been home My own mother stopped reading about me I been in Santa Monica too long I don't even know who owns this Jaguar Think I took this too far I been in Santa Monica too long
8.
Fatigues 05:31
I used to walk the highway tape Tried to outrun me into cemetery life Now I watch the hawks get heavy  In the park just picking pigeons on the wire  
 Their best two men to see them, I've met every local hero  Yeah, I know their life Their careers Their girlfriends I only liked fear I was freer than them,  Yeah, that's what I did What did you do? 
 I went for work, I went fun time building line So destructive waste was watching rivers ride Yell for my life I scream for my supper  I yelled at the moon I yelled for my mother  Yeah, that's what I did What did you do? 
 You've got to get soldier swagger Cause if not, he doesn't have a thing at all    I'm a soldier through misfortune You can tell just by the ocean in my heart If creation gives you beauty Then it also gives you cruelty And that's no lie  
 Here's the lab partner jewelry  And its shine will always fool me It's a drive 
9.
I call upon the forces of incandescent dawn I call upon the night Alright As I crawl upon your lawn Whosoever lets me out Whosoever lets me in I will pay you back in kind I will crawl inside your skin Carve my name And light it on your cross Master when you call me Call me chaos I am the son of the morning I begin the the beguine I cum when you call On the souls of men You know my only law by heart Do as thou will Even as you fear your love I know you love me still Carve my name And light it on your cross Master when you call me Call me chaos
10.
Oh sweet, sweet abomination A sorcerer's twist of mine Like a corn jar crawling on all fours Her voice by design Oh and the greed bags They change the very flame 
 The heart of hatching Alas with great travail Everything in this dream is exactly as it seems  Said the cyborg to the snail Autonomous drones watching over To be alone once more My brain is a crush of bubbles My heart is a looted department store I'm a life boat I'm a death trip Another form divine, embraced, extinct 
 I believed you  When you said you'd never leave me And I believed you Long after you were gone Wandering from hallucination to hallucination Til I stumble down the window sill To which I belong I swipe my ID through the fucking groove in my coffee-ridden soul And if I get rich off of this record  I'm going to buy a golden begging bowl Standing on the line Heart emptied of complaint A mushroom cloud A lullaby The midnight hour Is a taste A quivering So spooked and anxious From the pills hidden in the food Ache so hard you keep resisting Though the mind control is cruel Who can you trust? Standing naked in the rain That sweet refrain

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EARLY RISERS is Soldiers of Fortune's second album, and both are on Mexican Summer. They have been called a NYC hard rock improv collective, and we really really hate that description.  

The band consists of Brad Truax (so many bands, but dude, Interpol?), Kid Millions (Man Forever, Oneida), Barry London (fuck yeah Oneida), Matt Sweeney (Chavez being his LEAST well-known operation should tell you something), Jesper Eklow (Meandering Tedium, sorry, Endless Boogie), Mike Bones already, and the elusive Papa Crazee (heavy early riser in team Oneida). 

On this album the superior vocal stylings of the band's Healer, Shaman and Answer CLARK "YEREMIAS" BRONSON, STEPHEN MALKMUS, CASS MCCOMBS, DAN MELCHIOR, ETHAN MILLER and MATT MCAULEY were also enlisted. The result is the sound of utter confusion and unfocused tender hatred in song form. Meaning, we are truly obsessed with this album.  Not that we ever listened to it all the way through, but we're a label that TRUSTS THE ARTIST.  You should too. 

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released November 6, 2015

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Soldiers Of Fortune New York, New York

SOF started back in August 2004 as an ANTI-BAND! The idea was to put together a cracked mercenary “dirty dozen” type of outfit, who were never gonna write songs, never gonna practice, never gonna record music, make product for public consumption or ever hit the road! ... more

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