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Mars 03:34
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Four Four (free) 04:27
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3-9-27 03:42
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Montezuma 06:21
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Maine 05:34
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Millimeter 01:41
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Fetch 05:13
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Mister Records (MR11.0)

Debut full-length from Ho-Ag, self-recorded in basements and rehearsal spaces throughout Boston

* MARS *

Swam the English Channel
Flew to Mars and back
Man, I can’t walk
There’s a Navy warship
There’s a million years of sand
We’ll be locked up in boxes
Oh my friends
Solved a thousand murders
Did a ton of crosswords
I lost my kid in the store
Man, I can’t talk

* FOUR FOUR *
I’m here to save you from your final call
Your deposit has become very tall
At five minutes to ten, you would have met your very end
And I’m here to say the deal you got ain’t raw
Well c’mon, pal, I’ll give you the grand tour
I’ll show you things in twenty five oh-four
From now on backwards is forever and the plot is always clever
And you’ll see what's always happening right now
You’ll never know that death is not the end
It’s just another point on your itinerary
Now, in just a minute now
Or maybe in a year you’ll know for sure
Well I know the wait must have been excruciating
Sticking to the school in which you were matriculating
Well here’s your graduation, moving to another station
Under terms our contract always has been stipulating
And God must have lost track of us
And maybe time just isn’t worth the fuss
Well we’ve been watching you for years and your estate has finally cleared
It’s not a miracle it’s just finance my dear


*3-9-27*
card-carrying
made it to the inside
pull a wink
he could get a free ride
on the inside his eyes sit still
on the inside his eyes sit still
potted memories on the window sill
on the inside time is to kill
watermelon roaches
streets are made of wood
made a millionaire casserole
out of brotherhood
brotherhood
tricycle alcohol plantation
fingernail knucklehead cigarette
nutrition memory robotics
tectonic nuclear minivan
montezuma soda fountain
burglarizing cars never thought it was a
reason for a martyr or an older brother
reading in the waiting room you spot a problem
paper clips and buddy lists that you can’t miss
a montezuma soda fountain
People - today is post-mortem
You’re living an obituary
The amber light at night connects us
Like fetuses in monochrome
Fetuses lie safe at home
Like fetuses in monochrome
Treat us this idea alone
Like pieces of a year our own
Glory, taste, merit-faced
Learning how we all can come to love this place


*THE BIG POSITION*
liquid death and cardboard boxes
crystal meth and yellow chalks it's
a dollar a game and you shoot till you win
when he came he was lame and they said get in
randall macnally can tell you how to get there
but he's passed out in the alley and they tied him to a chair
captain was covered in speckled speculation
daughter was caught up in her menstruation
in the big position like jake the snake
like donald trump you can’t mistake
the touch of golden pepper shake
a needle to keep you up late
pay ten times what you owe total
spy those test tubes tipping over
spy your brother in a solid block of amber
look him in the face, check his watch against your watch
concrete paths keep you walking in circles
like a fat black cat
who likes to lick his own butthole
we've got no choice but to walk in circles
but at least i don't try to
lick my own butthole
salty water can fall to the dirt
salty water can fall to the dirt
salty water can fall to the dirt
it's gone in a day leaving life inert
mister captain, mister preacher man
teacher, mister uncle sam
professor, you're the king of the land
there's nothing left for me to do
and i did all that you told me to


*MONTEZUMA*
All I need from you
Is to remember
All I need from you
Is to remember
An elegy like four thirty-three
Hair and nails won’t outlive me
Concrete fingerprints
Decomposing evidence
I don’t need your monuments


*NO CAREFUL ON*
For stars we’re under
The story’s over
I’ll be here forever
Skin’s too loose on me
Lively as the dead
Where’r the marks I’ve made?
Really nothing wrong
I can’t forget to
Forget
Ill seen—Venus
Ill said—Venus
I’ll be here forever
Gaining
Do you know why the lambs die?
Careful…
Where is the sun?
Erradicate, erradicate, stacking eight against the fates
Truncate, truncate, one day too late
Where is the sun?
Drowned in the Themes with his face to the night
With one last flare before he sunk out of sight
Where is the sun?


*BY RUM BY GUM*
By rum by gum we’ll all get ours
A candy cane, an ivory tower
A mountain made of suger like they say
It’s seeping all through and you’ll get it too
By rum by gum we’ll all get ours
A liquid crude, a long lick sour
A whiff of something way before our time
It’s lost in the wind and blue like my shin
The trees, the trees, and Mary’s knees
From in between came holy sneeze
And listen to me, I never would call him a liar
It’s something I found that’s down underground
It’s in the books that you’ve lost your looks
The moment you learned to read
Too much soda pop and tv slop
And these shoes are making me bleed
And these shoes are making me bleed
One of the crest amounts to less than jaguars
Twenty minutes of rough beginnings and pacifiers
Few consume the food of roots that grows while you sleep
Days and weeks and years of it like a lobotomy
By Scott….
Their heads are high, their pants are pressed
Their necks are stiff and I’m rolling around in their
Garbage, four days old
Leaking greasy down the road
Follow my footsteps past the kid
Who’s learning to play the guitar
Without a right hand, he didn’t look up
But he told me I wouldn’t get far


*MAINE*
I’ve got you by the skin again
And the glasses always gave you away
Maybe it’s the grass in the air that makes you itch
But you’ve always had friends in the hay
You clearcut your soul and squandered your resources
They’re endorsing whores and picking scabs without remorse
USA Today said there’s no hope for guys like me
Like Joe Bonham gurgled in morse code
----Johnnie Johnnie lost his head in Maine
Gone insane, up in Maine…
Bonnie, Bonnie has forty-seven ways to say
“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” and
Johnnie, Johnnie says “Can’t I listen to
God’s own voice that I hear inside my head?”
“He’s dead,” she said, “Let’s get into bedroom
Dripping dripping syrup through your earhole if you’re lucky
It’ll make you deaf so you can’t hear us sing”
And I commuted skeleton from inside skin
And it’s gone with a slice around the waist
Maybe it’s the freckles that was keeping them from building
But now you’ll never look me in the face
Ears debilitated, eyes been lacerated
Nose is blowing sand down to the sidewalk
And the road goes way up north


*MILLIMETER*
Chortled blood curdled
Popcorn getting in your wounds and it’s a
Static panic—titanic automatic waxing dust
Life is dark, full of clouds!
Lightning strikes, it is loud!
Sheath your sword, there’s no need!
Thought is that which you impede!
Hounds of Hell have your scent!
Released by the government!
Bloody Day! Pummeled Night!
Phallic like a stalagmite!
Humid moss is covering and
Society’s bordering on
An abyss of slavery and
No qualified mastery so
Give up, give up
Sacrifice is not enough
Don’t remember anything
Shoes are filled with mud
Cud


* FETCH *

We all know the repertoire . . .
We will now act as if everything is an emergency . . .
Sure like a thing of mine but without the mind
Take it for a dime, meet me at the shore
Wheels turning in your skull wants to buy ‘em all
Maybe supersize, step onto the wheel
Ain’t much but it pays the bills
The size of a croquet ball
Wrinkled and eyes in a bulge
A forehead dripping gristle
Under a curly wig
You say the world is shrinking
I say it’s all in your head
You’re Quequeg, I’m your coffin
A box of raisins, they’re all a bust
A grape rolled through magic dust
My life is so easy, my life is so easy
People coming back in time for me


* END OF THE OCEAN *
Lines across eyes baboon
Ten thousand purple common law
Twist to fire extinguisher for shame
I’ll lay down on the ground and get dragged all the way
By my feet with my face on the ground
Then dip it in salt water
You want my canción?
Lose what you own

credits

released May 25, 2003

Performed by Dave Dines, Patrick Kim, Matt Parish, Jonathan Ruhe.

Engineered and mixed by Matt Parish, Dave Dines, and Patrick Kim at Green Street and Hive 35.

Mastered by Nick Zampiello at New Alliance Mastering in Boston, MA (www.newallianceeast.com)

All songs by Ho-Ag.

Art by Dave.

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Ho-Ag Boston, Massachusetts

Ho-Ag is an experimental "noise rock" band based in Boston, Massachusetts. Known for melding fast-paced math-punk and metal with the creaky musical worlds of 50s and 60s sci-fi, Ho-Ag occupies a strange place in music that's both thoughtful and utterly crazed.

Matt Parish | Tyler Derryberry | Eric Meyer | Ryan Brown | Kristina Johnson Parish | Patrick Kim | Nkls Ward | Dave Dines | Jon Ruhe
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