JUMBOTRON EP

by JUMBOTRON

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New band alert. JUMBOTRON is a new band. A special new band that started just the other day. Consider yourself alerted. They’re pretty wacky. As in, the EP opens with this loud math-rock punk thing but then the 2nd song is a kind of art-rap song that’s all 808’s and gospel background singers and does some Dark Twisted Fantasy type of stuff. It just gets more diverse from there... But, Ben couldn’t help himself, he’s an eccentric music obsessive who has wasted countless hours at his day job making playlists that have as much Glenn Gould and Philip Glass as they do Napalm Death and Rae Sremmurd.

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released March 3, 2017

Ben Lebovitz is to JUMBOTRON as RZA is to Wu Tang. He produces everything and writes most of the music, sings, plays guitar and bass. Many many years ago he was a partner in Ace Fu Records during their Pinback/Man Man/Sucka MCs hey day.

Regina Shvartsman graduated from the Lucy Moses School of music. In this band she plays keyboard parts that are way simpler than the Liszt and Schumann that she usually plays. She also sometimes yells Yoko-style in the background. FWIW she’s also Ben’s wife.

Zachary Eli Lint is Coolzey. He sings and raps, plays some instruments and writes periodically on the EP.

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Public School Records Los Angeles, California

Independent record label. There will be hip hop, pop punk, alt rock and indie pop from artists like Coolzey, Lipstick Homicide, Copywrite and Belly Belt. Jason lives in Iowa. Zach lives in Los Angeles.

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Track Name: Sell In May and Go Away
Cash and gold and blow and blow my brains and
Do not compete for forty years man
S.E.C. for free for you and me and
Rage and tie and never die

Sell in may and go away and
I will cut your hair so I can eat and
Snort my soul through hundred dollar bills man
Ticker says it goes ok


[chorus]
What’s for lunch? Uncle Charley
I ate what you killed, my son
Sold in may and I went away

Ticker tape’s no ticker parade
Traded years of boredom to have this made
But what else to do?

Audi for my trophy wife
Ex wife new life all on me, man
The kids are all at Harvard - Networking to Become monsters

[Chorus]
Track Name: Don Draper
Tread, ever so lightly and we tread
Tiptoe past my parent’s bed
Make a little noise in the kitchen
Not trying to wake up the sleeping
All I wanna do is keep creeping
Please don’t acknowledge me
Seriously
I don’t want them to do me like my man Yeezy
What happens when white people focus on you?
Nothing good and that’s for sure

Laser precision hair removal
Bouts of malaise
Over milking
Praise for raising savages out of the jungle, dances with wolves
So noble
Oscar hopefuls
Global agenda, that’s old news
Subjective views, conspiracy fear
It’s the way they wanna take out my man Ye
But I can’t say, because I don’t know
What they did to you
What I’ve been through

Confusion is the intent from both sides
Secrets and lies
Make you look into the eyes of Obama
Osama
Coffee with Gaddafi
Drinking a chocolate cortado in Bushwick
Checkin’ out the progress
Removal
Every word has a double meaning
I’m leaning both directions at once
The dunce cap is always placed on the head of my man by someone else before now only jesters could hope to get the good scraps
Bust hood raps
Never look back
Unless you wanna be frozen like a pillar of salt
Hemingway
Bukowski
My man Yeezy
Shut up you dumb fucking suck up and go buttfuck a dump truck for good luck
And leave my man alone
Let my man live and give
Leave my man alone and let him give
He only wants to love
He only wants what you want
Get over yourself, yeah I said it.

Take a note from my man and throw your pimp hat in the ring
Get some naughty bitches to sing
For a diamond ring
Shake hands with the devil
He could be your best friend
I could be your best friend
Don Draper, the blond raper
Calm down let it wash over you
It’s all over you
You will never be clean, so let it be
Kids eat free
Sin was created by man, there’s no such thing
I love you
To whom it may concern
Track Name: Some Lucky Someone
Simmer down, you’ll wreck yourself, believe it now
Simmer down, you wrecked yourself, I’m leaving now

I saw you at the potluck, you were eating it up
One fist full of crackers, your face in the fudge
Hold tight to your tall boy, you left trails of crumbs
Hit on the mistress, with glaze in your eyes
And your animal instincts, ‘Cause you are so real
You’re the only one living, so noble and so true
Tomorrow will bring pain and the smell of your stew will fill up the foyer of some lucky someone
You’ll show them the way.
Educating the ignorant
Gifting your habits
Making sure your smell lingers
Track Name: The Department of Buildings
Got to think that the man wants to sleep right
But I imagine him sweating through his clothes
I Imagine he wants what we all do

Little lady, don’t look at him now
He’ll throw you down a flight of stairs
And rationalize the disguise necessary

Got to learn your lessons well
Attorney general go to hell

Daddy pays the bookies and the bail
Daddy’s expectations in your head
Saw you with a handshake out
Saw your hundred million

You’re out of your depth son
You’re out of your mind
You’re out of your depth son
You’re out of your mind

Got to learn your lessons well
Attorney general go to hell
Got to learn your lessons well
Attorney general go to hell
Track Name: Whiskey Vinaigrette
You can make it how I want it how I want it, put my stink on it
It’s my shit and I like to keep it
Shelves full of drawers full of cabinets full of old dreams
Ravenous for these old things
Souvenirs of my old teams

Evidence of my existence, salad days
Heavy on the whiskey vinaigrette

I’m not finished yet unless you mean living, yes I’m finished with that, but leave the plate that I ate from
So I can lick it clean, nostalgia,
Gimmie memories of meals past times had
Mental post-apocalypse is where I take dinners at
And winners never congregate at my house
They can’t look me in the face when they’ve taken my justified earnings
I’m turning in my fucking grave over here

See the fear sick, so thick
You can cut it but it can’t be dissipated
My fog machine is steady spinning

Unconscious, no conscious
Unconscionable for a modest man
Unconscionable for a modest man
Unconscious

Life gave us lemons and we burnt down our lemonade stand
I know the devil’s in the meds, don’t mean that I understand
I got something to say, but there’s nothing I will
Spurious lines played in time as it makes up your shrill

Yeah, I’m bored as hell, but I’m safe and sound
On a train, at a desk, and there’s nothing profound

Unconscious No conscious

Stimulate the past please, no more new things
Make it like they used to focus on my mood swings
Stimulate the past please, no more new things
Make it like they used to tailored to my mood swings

Why do you have to be such an asshole?
Take your meds and be such an asshole