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Not All There​.​. (2007)

by Toxic Sunshine

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1.
Complete disgust for your scene and what it has become. Uncontrollable hatred for fashion and the shit you do. You follow people that you’re told to follow and stand up for an anthem in the name of control. When will you get it? Think for yourself. Stop listening to people and what they sell. It’s nothing but anger and a cause for hatred. My anger turns to music and yours turns to fucking dollar signs. My infamous disbelief in all your fucking lies. Welcome to Hollywood..
2.
You line up to receive your lunch and the pledge you stood for was just a test. They need to make sure you’re still on their side. If you were standing up than you know you’re fine. If you won’t stand up for them and if you’re hand’s not on your chest.. You’re dead! You better listen and conform for them because they don’t want you unless you’re fucking brain dead. It doesn’t matter what you say or you do because if you won’t stand for them they won’t stand for you. If you’re not red, white and blue from head to fucking toe you’re dead! Stand up for yourself not a fucking flag.. Pen in hand he signs his name to drop a bomb, to enslave. You don’t agree.. you’re fucking dead!
3.
What you say to me makes no sense about what it means. I’m not one who will just fucking believe. I just need to find something on my own. Sometimes I swear it’s like you’re hanging from a noose. I swear I won’t be dangling, stranded up there next to you. Corrupt and conquer, all your bodies flying violently. As you stand by idly.. while you sit there silently.. While you live your life blindly. What you do to me. I just wish that I could make you see that there’s so much more to reality. There’s so much more to what you see. The things I see I hold inside of me. The city in the distance has no existence to me. It’s population is too blind to see that violence fighting violence won’t set anybody free.
4.
I don’t know what the future holds for us. I don’t know what I can trust. I’ve got these thoughts in my head. I know it might be pretend. I know I want to get back what I lost. You have faith in your justice system, act like it revolves around you. You gotta realize that this is reality. You can’t live in your fake world. I don’t know what tomorrow holds for us. I don’t know what’s going to happen today. Tomorrow’s our last chance. So you think you know what’s gonna happen next. You think your life’s planned out right. You don’t know what’s gonna happen now. You think everything’s just how you want. I’ve noticed that all the conversations disappeared. Friendships are tainted and the lives turned jaded. There’s no more hope. There’s no more love. There’s just a constant fear of life. I don’t know what happened to the fun. What happened to all of the fun that we used to have.. Our last chance. I’d give up what I know now just because you’re taught to never give up your cause. Pretty soon, if you’re living through lies, you’ll watch your life pass you by. All you wanna do is live your life, but you’d die just for a chance to make all the same mistakes that you’ve made already all over again.. Live your life.
5.
Zombo (demo) 01:22
On a night of acid rain I crept out of the grounds craving brains. It was a lab experiment gone awry. I like brains and that’s no fucking lie! I eat brains all of the time. I want brains and yours will be mine. I’ll eat every brain that I can.. Every brain of every woman, child and man. I want brains!
6.
Let’s go out and kill the bore. Let’s get back what’s ours. I don’t know what the fuck is left to say. I think I’m getting sick. The vomit of my boredom is growing thick. I don’t know what the fuck is left to do. Boredom has no value. eradicate the pain. Something’s gotta change, but everything’s the same! Let’s go out and kill some time. I wanna get back what’s mine. I don’t know what the fuck is left to say. Let’s go out and kill the bore. Let’s get back what’s ours. I don’t know what the fuck is left to do. Let’s take back all these streets. Let’s get them while we can. I don’t know what the fuck is left to say..
7.
Walking down this cracked old street I see some change down my feet. Too much pride to pick it up even though my situation is fucked. Walking down this cracked old street. This same old street of this dying scene. I’ve looked up and I’ve looked down, but I haven’t found any hope around. I’m unemployed so I’m drinking with the boys. Walking down this creepy street I see a stogy down on the ground. I bend down to pick it up. I’ve got no lighter so I’m still fucked. Walking down this cracked old street. It’s 3AM, I smell defeat. My dreams are a twisted wreck of insightful insanity.
8.
I think I’m going nuts. I feel it building up. Yeah, it’s really going nuts. I know it’s in my head. I know it’s not pretend. It’s really building up. I can feel it in my brain. I think I’ve lost all hope and I think I’ve gone insane!
9.
Going in circles in my mind. Going forwards or back, I still don’t fucking know. I’ve gotta find a way to stay in line. Or am I just wasting my time? I’m going crazy in my head. I get like this time and time again. I try to figure things out in my mind. Am I just wasting my time?
10.
10:56 PM: late Thursday night. Getting bored and growing dull. Yeah, it’s somber too. With a cigarette placed in between my lips, I’m looking for a doorway. Will I escape or will I get stuck and wait until the morning. Lately there’s no time at all. Will you still catch me if I fall? I’m a time bomb ticking away, waiting for the moment. I’m a time bomb ticking away, waiting for my time. I’m a time bomb tick, tick, ticking away.
11.
When I got into that car I bummed a smoke with no care at all. Then I seen who was in front of me. Long blond hair and gorgeous eyes, a perfect chick with a stunning smile and a punk rock style. She came back and sat with me. We made out to Last Caress. I don’t know just where I am, but I’m sure glad it’s where I ended up. I met her tonight.. I met her and she comes to all the shows and sings all the words that she knows. We walk around every night. We split our smokes and split our drinks. It’s just the two of us.
12.
I hate all of the bands I see.. All of the bands on MTV. All of the bands that you still love.. That I used to love. I don’t wanna be another face on TV.
13.
Pleasant dreams tonight as you close your eyes Sore mental illusions. All I have is confusion. Everything’s already been said. Everything’s already in red Cast away in crimson red. written by Katlyn Morrison.

about

Basically this was supposed to be a full length to follow the 2006 self titled EP. Long story short, none of that happened. We booked studio time a few months in advance and we were all set to go in and record what was then to be called Do Your Worst! A day before the studio John E. Knep quit the band because he couldn't find any resolve to issues that were developing within the band. We decided to go into the studio without him and try our best to get the songs done. Blah, blah, blah.. None of it is really that good. Juicy story though.. Any story involving John E. Knep gets juicy.

These are the demos that we did in two days at the studio. The vocals you hear are scratch vocals that were mostly used just to keep our place in the song while we recorded and to get an idea of different things we could add in later.

This was originally released in 2007 with only 6 songs on it. It was something we just made available for download on Myspace.. Yeah, that's right. Myspace. We're fucking old enough to remember that shit. I used a typewriter to type out the lyrics for it to kid-0.

We figured we might as well just drop all of them on this cute little Bandcamp rather than just the 6 we released once upon a time. Ya dig it, cool.. If not, that's cool too. That's punk...........

credits

released November 17, 2007

Jimmi Buskirk - Guitar, Bass + Vocals
Nick Wilson - Guitar, Bass + Vocals
Danny Casanova - Drums

Recorded by Jared Canon at Soundmine Studios in Stroudsburg, PA.

Artwork by Jimmi Buskirk.

All songs written by Jimmi Buskirk except Sick of the Same Old! by John E. Knep + Jimmi Buskirk. Going in Circles by Nick Wilson + Jimmi Buskirk. Zombo by Jimmi Buskirk + Andrew Ginzu. Crimson Red by Katlyn Morrison. All music by Toxic Sunshine.

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For Cretins/By Cretins Logo
Face on TV Promo Art
Not All There Promo Poster
They Want Your Mind Promo Art
Not All There Promo Art - John E. Knep
Not All There Promo Art - Robot Logo

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