The Tendonites

by The Tendonites

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released May 29, 2009

An original collaboration between Xoc and Spamtron

SPAMTRON - chiptunes, noise, backing vocals
XOC - lyrics & vocals, arrangements, noise

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Track Name: Tonite's The End
There's a brand-new sound
Hear it floating 'round?
Everyone get down
Tendonites are go
Everything's going to blow
Number one in line
Do read this behind:
Ours it's name the find
Now you see what I said?
It's the letters at the head
Tendonites are go
Everything's going to blow

Years, miles apart, and we are still just a couple nerds
But we're dropping tracker tracks and some noise
and some oblique, ridiculous words
Met only once inside the walls of the Ground Kontrol
but now we are making music
that comes from our difficult virtual souls

Our arm, it hurts
We spent too much time on the mouse
Time on the mou-oo-ouse
It could be worse
We could be outside of the house
Outside the hou-oo-ouse
Our arm, it hurts too
We spent too much time on the mouse
Time on the mou-oo-ouse
It could be worse, true
We both could be outside of the house
Outside the hou-oo-ouse

You can't take up a position that you can't defend-o
You can't worry 'bout the number of your Myspace friends-o
I make a paper airplane and out the window send-o
You can't spell "The Tendonites" without a "Teen Shit 'Tendo"
You can't pick the right bathroom when you gender bend-o
You can't convalesce correct if you're not on the mend-o
I make a paper airplane and out the window send-o
You can't spell "The Tendonites" without a "Teen Shit 'Tendo"

Ten to the don to the I-T-E
Spam to the Tron to the X-O-C
Xoc sing crock and Spam make chips
Chiptunes, chains and whips

There's a brand-new sound - hear it floating 'round?
Everyone get down - Tendonites are g-g-go

You can't judge a motion picture if you have not screened it
You can't say you didn't know that your ol' lady suck a mean dick
You can't dress like George "The Animal" if you haven't green spit
You can't spell "The Tendonites" without a "'Tendo Teen Shit"
You can't sign on to the internet if your machine quit
Let alone get on a chan and post a stupid SEVENTEEN GET
Or find a video of trannies writhing in a Vaseline pit
You can't spell "The Tendonites" without a "'Tendo Teen Shit"
Track Name: Pre-Op Robocop
Scream about how you work for Dick, I'll
Twist and shout, I spark as I twitch, my
Fleshy mouth, my sheet metal hot pants
Check me out, malfunctioning cop dance
I'd adore a new operation
Thank you for your cooperation
Gorgeous legs, though they hold a gun, they
Simply scream, "We're made for the runway!"

A woman trapped inside a man
Trapped inside a metal suit
Will someone give me a hand?
Will someone tell me I'm cute?
Track Name: I Stop At Dinner
I stop at dinner I stop at dinner
I stop at dinner I stop at dinner

Fist your ass from above
with a fucking Power Glove
Cop a squat on my Advantage
An 8-bit shit sandwich
The controllers are muddy
Robotic Operating Buddy
It's handjob R.O.B.
Play "A Boy and His Blob"

My name is XOC and I make rock
It does not stand for "overclocked"
I'm not a shark, I'm not a Mayan; nor am I a Xena fay-an
Type my name into Firefox, I get some shit about Xbox
When I'm really nothing more than backwards Cox
So listen to my man Spamtron on the beatbox, go.

I stop at dinner I stop at dinner
I stop at dinner I stop at dinner

Playing "Contra" on the crapper
NES-chan took a Zapper
Find the way into my heart
Blow me like a dusty cart
Don't'cha give me any S
Don't'cha fuck with the best
I got the power of a winnar
But I gotta stop at dinner
Track Name: The Index
We sing songs about the coffee
We buy things from a cartoon duck
We make time for sneaky hobbies
We tailgate every semi truck

We do the index, we don't complain
About our stiff necks and throbbing brains
We do the index
We do the index and we are likened
To marching insects or screaming Vikings
We do the index

They pour on the scornful coffee
We tell tales of our dreadful luck
We camp out in the southwest lobby
Silently waiting for the taco truck
Track Name: Paradijs Bij Het Köttfärslimpa
I'm not the sight emblazoned on your cliterature
But I'll appear tonight, dressed in white haute couture, just to be yours
I'm not the one riding the bike escaping the flames
He sounds so eerie an' Wagnerian
And his name, Marvin, he changed

According to the sign, I'm a deliv'ry boy
But from what I gather I was really like a toy
She thought I was divine, but I was made of meat
I picked her up and put her on my motorcycle seat
From another time, but now I'm going home
I ran around the laboratory with a saxophone
And when you come to dine, I'm under tablecloth
I'll make my last appearance when the hostess yanks it off
Track Name: Caffeine Dream
"I feel like I’ve had too much caffeine," he says, reminded of Wozniak’s dream. Pieces come back to him like Top 40 songs almost ten years old, but you’ve done no wrong if most of us can still remember that tune. I had no clue. I had no memory of what or who was listed under "artist". But the hardest to declare is that I kinda like that air... as it defies my memory.
Track Name: Organic Divorce
A terrifying notion
That I should be your only man
Let's make it unofficial
Recycle all the ratt'ling cans
Accordions tainted love
While we were grinning down the aisle
It doesn't work in practice
Relief that hides behind her smile

We drove away and everybody knew we hadn't a care
Nobody had to try and get a refund on their airfare
We slipped inside a lie so perfect it was furnished for us
The California sun above a rose-infested forest
Track Name: According to the Tendonites
We are the wild card of contribution
We are the signs designed to shortcut evolution
A very vital point for detractors
In buildup of the stress between opposing factors
That you discover when you are risin'
Just like a Jesus or a star on the horizon
We can't be stopped now
No, you can't fight us
The Tendonites come from the land of tendonitis
Track Name: Vida Bajito
Vida bajito
I don't give a damn
Delete a burrito
And insert the ham
Burrito

Answer quick
July be when me born
I'm a Cancer dick
The Lord's a Capricorn
One burrito
Track Name: Lunigamy
I have no recommendations for the preparation of an opened mind
I have no reservations that you'd understand this craving of mine
I will be faithful
I will return to my one true love without the world
They always said that it was a man and it was a girl

I have no apprehension for dimensions in the ones I've found
I have no convention that says I must remain with my feet on the ground

I will be lunigamous; I will return
I'm getting married to you soon
They always said you were without a name
I call you Moon
Track Name: War Food, Pianissimo
Suddenly, you're gazing down the zombie's point of origin
Send your drugs to the past
There's a quite miraculous true tale that's underneath it all
That you left in the trash

The glasses left behind beside the rations
Reflect the ugly truth best left unmentioned

And the state of California switches off its radio
Send your booze to the past
You will miss it so when you find there's no pianissimo
Taken down in a flash

Territory of romance within a motel's living space
Send your sex to the past
Heavy influence upon me, like a gun shoved in my face
He was always the last
Track Name: AM/PM
"When I was living in North Highlands, and I had to drive eight
miles down Watt Avenue to get to work, I passed four AM/PMs on
that one stretch of road. And I've always been sort of addicted
to the horrible food that they have there: sandwiches, and stuff
like that. If I had brought my own coffee... if there's no
reason to stop at AM/PM except to buy cigarettes ('cause if I did
stop, I knew I was gonna get one of those awful sandwiches), I
made up this little chant th-that I sang to myself as I was
pulling into the AM/PM."

I don't need a coffee, I don't need a sammich
I don't need-a nothin' but a pack-a cigarettes, I said
I don't need a coffee, I don't need a sammich
I don't need-a nothin' but a pack-a cigarettes, I said I don't
Track Name: Chaos and Ruin
God damn it baby, you're drivin' me crazy
The spiky little grimace doesn't quite negate the lady
I will beg your pardon, before my jargon's too far gone
But your pretty face is in my brain - your brain gives me a hard-on
Track Name: The Star From Green Heaven
The saturation level in cheap film stock
That could be a mother's mother sucking cock
It got so quiet, no surprise there was a mime
The audience participates, for it was another time

The savage in the chamber is burned in my mind
I found out yesterday the door she went behind
A voice on the radio said she had died
The audience participates, for it was another time

Hair everywhere, classic sleaze, ivory on a trapeze
Track Name: I Won't Dance / We Will Be Back Forever
I WON'T DANCE

I don't really do it, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't
I don't want to do it, but that doesn't mean I couldn't
I don't really do it, but that doesn't mean I do not understand
I don't really do it, but that doesn't mean you should not
I don't want to do it, but that doesn't mean I could not
I don't really do it, but that doesn't mean I cannot make you dance

WE WILL BE BACK FOREVER

Perfume of purgatory made of smoke and fried food
We will be back some day
Gold Country doormat missing puts me in a bad mood
Marchesa downstate grave