This Atlanta-based music blog really liked our song. Mom, don't read this.
http://latestdisgrace.com/2012/stream-shook-foil-finster
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Lyrics To The Songs On "Little Significance"
Track 01, "Finster"
Found a corpse lying prostrate on the floor
In the corner of a store
In my small town.
Showed around a photograph of what I’d found,
Went from door to door,
But no one knew his name.
Odd remarks: “Ran into him in the dark,”
“Saw him sleeping in the park,”
“He was a frightening man,”
“Used to stand on the corner and make grandiose
Displays with, ‘Hark!
The Lord is on his way!’”
So I buried him in my garden:
Marked the plot,
Took an honorable spot,
Built a paradise all around him.
His new home is a concrete catacomb
Of mosaic glass and bones
In artistic disarray,
It’s a display that will not pass away
‘Til the Lord rolls back the stone
When he returns one day.
As he waits for resurrection day,
I’ve put his words on plates
And hung them from the trees.
Hopefully all the folks in town will see
I built my will on his fate
And made something beautifully.
So I buried him in my garden:
Marked the plot,
Took an honorable spot
Built a paradise all around him.
As he turns to rot,
He’ll preach what god hath wrought
And never be forgotten.
Track 02, "Hometown Boy"
Rolling over 75 on Decatur Street,
I look at all the yellow and red lights below and I muse,
"I'm not jealous of you."
Night began its descent while I was still indoors,
But thanks to all the beautiful streetlights, it never gets dark,
No sir, not in Grant Park!
When I am old, I will live far away,
And I'll recall these as the good old days
A friend says, "There's so much out there for you to enjoy,
But make sure you don't forget your hometown, boy!"
Wave at strangers from the front porch, where I smoke with my friends,
Sitting, talking, all of these things I thought I couldn't say,
But they're okay.
When I am old, I will live far away,
And I'll recall these as the good old days
A friend says, "There's so much out there for you to enjoy,
But make sure you don't forget your hometown, boy!"
Track 03, "The Monument"
Old Grandma never did as she was told,
She could give, but never took, a scolding,
And one day I’ll be like she was.
Her mind, sadly, went first, simply because
Crazy is what senility does,
So I'll build something to remind
Me of my most important times.
I waited for you to come out from behind
The curtain; my dad acted to remind
Of a daytime TV talk show host,
I thought of you like I would of a ghost:
A brother’s what I always wanted most,
Both “bitter” and “sweet” were strong
To find out I’d had one all along.
We climbed up on the monument to see,
What so few had seen before, the deities
Lit this one ablaze far back,
To hide ourselves from them we dressed in black,
(Trespassing's a crime) I’ve got a knack
For enjoying little sins,
Against authorities on little whims.
Track 04, "Little Faith"
She held my hand inside her own,
Upside-down and open,
I held my hand open.
She read my lines
And recited a few of her own:
“Well, well, well, well
What do we have here?”
She said something familiar,
And all it took was just a little faith,
All it took was just a little!
The smallest tear in my skin
Was all she needed to be let in,
So she let herself right in.
Her eyes rolled back inside her head,
She started convulsing...
I closed my eyes and I ran away,
But she’d already gotten to me,
A rotten fool, what was I supposed to do?
Well, well, well, well
What do we have...?
She said something familiar,
And all it took was just a little faith,
All it took was just a little!
The smallest tear in my skin
Was all she needed to be let in,
So she let herself right in.
Track 05, "Little Significance"
Little significance, stay out of my life;
I want to mean something to somebody when I die.
Mild sufficiency, “I did the right thing,”
If I'd never been born would it have changed anything?
So I think I’ll tear this city down;
It’s not set up the way I want it.
Grow a new one from the ground
With water, seeds, and the sun shining on it.
How amazing! See it’s birth?
Perhaps from here we’ll found a nation:
Buildings made of trees and earth,
And better public transportation.
Vanity, vanity, I can’t help myself:
I do what I do, pursuing glory and wealth.
Vanity, vanity, the things I’ve long sought:
I do what I do because it’s what I was taught.
Bartender! Another round!
We’ll have a good time while we’re able!
The thoughts I’ve been tossing around
Are becoming more and more unstable!
I’ll sit back, let the world spin
There’s nothing I can do about it.
How it works, to my chagrin,
Leaves me little room to doubt it
Don’t need me.
Don’t worry,
I’ll be fine.
I’ll find something,
or I‘ll just make something up.
Safety and providence up on a cliff,
Is it truth or fiction down there in the abyss?
Sanity, sanity, come when you’re called!
If it were just that simple, perhaps I’d risk a fall.
Here I go.
Don’t yet follow.
Soon I’ll hit.
I’ll let you know.
Found a corpse lying prostrate on the floor
In the corner of a store
In my small town.
Showed around a photograph of what I’d found,
Went from door to door,
But no one knew his name.
Odd remarks: “Ran into him in the dark,”
“Saw him sleeping in the park,”
“He was a frightening man,”
“Used to stand on the corner and make grandiose
Displays with, ‘Hark!
The Lord is on his way!’”
So I buried him in my garden:
Marked the plot,
Took an honorable spot,
Built a paradise all around him.
His new home is a concrete catacomb
Of mosaic glass and bones
In artistic disarray,
It’s a display that will not pass away
‘Til the Lord rolls back the stone
When he returns one day.
As he waits for resurrection day,
I’ve put his words on plates
And hung them from the trees.
Hopefully all the folks in town will see
I built my will on his fate
And made something beautifully.
So I buried him in my garden:
Marked the plot,
Took an honorable spot
Built a paradise all around him.
As he turns to rot,
He’ll preach what god hath wrought
And never be forgotten.
Track 02, "Hometown Boy"
Rolling over 75 on Decatur Street,
I look at all the yellow and red lights below and I muse,
"I'm not jealous of you."
Night began its descent while I was still indoors,
But thanks to all the beautiful streetlights, it never gets dark,
No sir, not in Grant Park!
When I am old, I will live far away,
And I'll recall these as the good old days
A friend says, "There's so much out there for you to enjoy,
But make sure you don't forget your hometown, boy!"
Wave at strangers from the front porch, where I smoke with my friends,
Sitting, talking, all of these things I thought I couldn't say,
But they're okay.
When I am old, I will live far away,
And I'll recall these as the good old days
A friend says, "There's so much out there for you to enjoy,
But make sure you don't forget your hometown, boy!"
Track 03, "The Monument"
Old Grandma never did as she was told,
She could give, but never took, a scolding,
And one day I’ll be like she was.
Her mind, sadly, went first, simply because
Crazy is what senility does,
So I'll build something to remind
Me of my most important times.
I waited for you to come out from behind
The curtain; my dad acted to remind
Of a daytime TV talk show host,
I thought of you like I would of a ghost:
A brother’s what I always wanted most,
Both “bitter” and “sweet” were strong
To find out I’d had one all along.
We climbed up on the monument to see,
What so few had seen before, the deities
Lit this one ablaze far back,
To hide ourselves from them we dressed in black,
(Trespassing's a crime) I’ve got a knack
For enjoying little sins,
Against authorities on little whims.
Track 04, "Little Faith"
She held my hand inside her own,
Upside-down and open,
I held my hand open.
She read my lines
And recited a few of her own:
“Well, well, well, well
What do we have here?”
She said something familiar,
And all it took was just a little faith,
All it took was just a little!
The smallest tear in my skin
Was all she needed to be let in,
So she let herself right in.
Her eyes rolled back inside her head,
She started convulsing...
I closed my eyes and I ran away,
But she’d already gotten to me,
A rotten fool, what was I supposed to do?
Well, well, well, well
What do we have...?
She said something familiar,
And all it took was just a little faith,
All it took was just a little!
The smallest tear in my skin
Was all she needed to be let in,
So she let herself right in.
Track 05, "Little Significance"
Little significance, stay out of my life;
I want to mean something to somebody when I die.
Mild sufficiency, “I did the right thing,”
If I'd never been born would it have changed anything?
So I think I’ll tear this city down;
It’s not set up the way I want it.
Grow a new one from the ground
With water, seeds, and the sun shining on it.
How amazing! See it’s birth?
Perhaps from here we’ll found a nation:
Buildings made of trees and earth,
And better public transportation.
Vanity, vanity, I can’t help myself:
I do what I do, pursuing glory and wealth.
Vanity, vanity, the things I’ve long sought:
I do what I do because it’s what I was taught.
Bartender! Another round!
We’ll have a good time while we’re able!
The thoughts I’ve been tossing around
Are becoming more and more unstable!
I’ll sit back, let the world spin
There’s nothing I can do about it.
How it works, to my chagrin,
Leaves me little room to doubt it
Don’t need me.
Don’t worry,
I’ll be fine.
I’ll find something,
or I‘ll just make something up.
Safety and providence up on a cliff,
Is it truth or fiction down there in the abyss?
Sanity, sanity, come when you’re called!
If it were just that simple, perhaps I’d risk a fall.
Here I go.
Don’t yet follow.
Soon I’ll hit.
I’ll let you know.
Friday, October 28, 2011
Jason Goodman
We received this email the other day. I googled Jason Goodman and this is the first image that came up.
Dear Shook,
Hello greetings to you and the Company well my name is Jason Goodman and I would like to know if you do Foil and if you do email me with the price range on the types of Foil that you have Thank you
Best regards
Jason Goodman
Dear Shook,
Hello greetings to you and the Company well my name is Jason Goodman and I would like to know if you do Foil and if you do email me with the price range on the types of Foil that you have Thank you
Best regards
Jason Goodman
Friday, October 21, 2011
NEW RECORDING PROJECT
Grayson not smoking
Aaron not wearing a sweater that doesn't fit
Thomas not doing dishes
Gabe not being cute
Hey guys!
Shook Foil here. Sorry we haven't blogged in a while. We're gonna be sure to get on that.
Here are a few updates:
1) We love the new house! It's really homey, and we love having a rehearsal space. We don't have to rearrange the furniture to practice!
2) We've started having practice on Fridays, starting with eating breakfast as a band. I don't know if you saw those pictures up there.
3) We're working on:
a. new material
b. a recording project that should be out by the end of the year. It'll have some of our older stuff that wasn't on the EP, and stuff we've written since. We're not sure if we're going to call it EP #2, or a mixtape, or demos, but we're going to record it live at our house with the beautiful Joel Seibel.
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Rockumentary Resurgence
For you robust record heads, here's a new tip: cancel your Thirty Rock, Harry Potter, or 1960's black and white foreign film orders on your Netflix account and start ordering some rock-umentaries. This is my new kick. From The Who to Sonic Youth, there are some really nosy and bizarre music documentaries out there.
I was hanging out with a fellow music collaborator the other day, and he insisted I watch some clips from his favorite Jimi Hendrix documentary. I kind of thought this was pointless. But I'm young, so I did it. Equally as stimulating as the documentary's live concert footage, were the slices of interviews with Jimi's friends, lady lovers, and scenesters. I've always had an artisitic repesct for Jimi Hendrix, but I think I failed to comprehend the gravity of his art. Watching the documentary helped me understand the movement and ideology that fueled the rock n' roll of that era.
There was one scene in the movie where Jimi was sitting cross-legged on an ornate tapestry in an unfinished building with a couple of hippies. They were clearly light-years removed from earth on some Laser Spiked Drippage. Jimi was endlessly musing about rainbows and utopia while smoke from incense wafted up around them. The scene lasted far too long. This was comforting. . .
(Selah)
In an era when then line between musical artist and commercial noise commodity is often dazed, I'm one of many artists trying to find my place in this crippled continuum. Who even knows what a true artist looks like? I guess somewhere in the choleric confusion, rockumentaries have helped me find the plot again. Watching Thurston Moore, Pete Townsend, and Daniel Johnston talk about the music they live and die for, I'm learning what it looks like to be an artist. I think I'm too young to be this disillusioned, but nonetheless I'm glad the musical beacons of previous eras have left a legacy for kids like me. I'll leave you with clip from a cult-classic artist, Benjamin Smoke. He was an early 90's post-hippie freak-folk musician from Cabbagetown. Enjoy,
Gabe
Saturday, June 11, 2011
Shook Shirts!
Hey folks. We're making the second batch of shirts! Although we're still figuring out which design to use for mass production, the cute tops below are gonna be at the show with Harry and the Potters on July 10th. And it's not all bunnies and waterfalls around here - I pulled my arm splatter painting the black one. This is dangerous business we're undertaking. Believe it.
ttyl8r,
Thomas
ttyl8r,
Thomas
Friday, May 13, 2011
More New Lyrics
Hey folks,
Here are the lyrics to a few more songs we've written recently.
Hometown Boy used to sound like a video game soundtrack, but now it's a little more rock-and-roll. Garbage Can is silly, but sometimes it's good to write something that's a little ridiculous. Finster takes its name from the Rev. Howard Finster, who built Paradise Gardens, and is based on some ideas I got while visiting that place, and while reading "Surprised by Hope," by N.T. Wright.
- Aaron
Hometown Boy
Crossing over 75 on Decatur Street
I look at all the yellow and red lights below and I muse:
I'm not jealous of you.
Night began its descent while I was still indoors,
But thanks to all the beautiful street lights, it never gets dark,
No, sir, not in Grant Park!
When I'm old, I will live far away,
But I'll recall these as the good ol' days.
A friend says, "There's so much out there for you to enjoy,
But make sure you don't forget your hometown, boy."
Wave at strangers from the front porch where I smoke with my friends,
Sitting, talking all of these things I thought I couldn't say,
But they're okay.
When I am old, I will live far away,
And I'll recall these as the good ol' days.
A friend says, "There's so much out there for you to enjoy,
But make sure you don't forget your hometown, boy."
Brand New Garbage Can
I've got a brand new garbage can,
Brilliant and silver, spick and span,
Keeping it clean, yeah, that's the plan,
Not trashing this one.
Girl, get your garbage out of here.
Or do I need to make myself clear?
Have you ever held something dear?
Now I've got something.
Something so beautiful and bright,
I just want to keep it that way
Don't want to let you down, no,
I don't want you going through my trash tonight.
If you're coming over to my place,
I'm going to need to clear some space.
Garbage collects at a disgusting pace,
You wouldn't believe it.
Maybe I need to change my ways,
Maybe I'll say this was just a phase,
Maybe I just need a few more days,
Maybe won't change.
Something so beautiful and bright,
I just want to keep it that way
Don't want to let you down, no,
I don't want you going through my trash tonight.
Don't want to meet you in this light,
I just want to do the right thing,
But it's so difficult, no,
I don't want you going through my trash tonight.
Finster
Found a corpse
Lying prostrate on the floor,
In the corner of a store
In my small town.
Showed around
A photograph of what I'd found,
Went from door to door,
But no one knew his name.
Odd remarks,
"I ran into him in the dark,"
"Saw him sleeping in the park,"
"He was a frightening man,"
"He used to stand
On the corner and make grandiose
Displays like, 'Hark!
The Lord is on His way!'"
So I buried him in my garden,
Marked the plot,
Took an honorable spot,
Built a paradise all around him.
His new home
Is a concrete catacomb
Of mosaic glass and bones,
In artistic dissaray,
It's a display
That will not pass away,
'Til the Lord rolls back the stone
When He returns one day.
As he waits
For resurrection day,
I've put his words on plates
And hung them from the trees.
Hopefully,
All the folks in town will see
I built my will on his fate,
And made something beautifully.
So I buried him in my garden,
Marked the plot,
Took an honorable spot,
Built a paradise all around him,
As he turns to rot,
He'll preach what God hath wrought,
And never be forgotten.
Here are the lyrics to a few more songs we've written recently.
Hometown Boy used to sound like a video game soundtrack, but now it's a little more rock-and-roll. Garbage Can is silly, but sometimes it's good to write something that's a little ridiculous. Finster takes its name from the Rev. Howard Finster, who built Paradise Gardens, and is based on some ideas I got while visiting that place, and while reading "Surprised by Hope," by N.T. Wright.
- Aaron
Hometown Boy
Crossing over 75 on Decatur Street
I look at all the yellow and red lights below and I muse:
I'm not jealous of you.
Night began its descent while I was still indoors,
But thanks to all the beautiful street lights, it never gets dark,
No, sir, not in Grant Park!
When I'm old, I will live far away,
But I'll recall these as the good ol' days.
A friend says, "There's so much out there for you to enjoy,
But make sure you don't forget your hometown, boy."
Wave at strangers from the front porch where I smoke with my friends,
Sitting, talking all of these things I thought I couldn't say,
But they're okay.
When I am old, I will live far away,
And I'll recall these as the good ol' days.
A friend says, "There's so much out there for you to enjoy,
But make sure you don't forget your hometown, boy."
Brand New Garbage Can
I've got a brand new garbage can,
Brilliant and silver, spick and span,
Keeping it clean, yeah, that's the plan,
Not trashing this one.
Girl, get your garbage out of here.
Or do I need to make myself clear?
Have you ever held something dear?
Now I've got something.
Something so beautiful and bright,
I just want to keep it that way
Don't want to let you down, no,
I don't want you going through my trash tonight.
If you're coming over to my place,
I'm going to need to clear some space.
Garbage collects at a disgusting pace,
You wouldn't believe it.
Maybe I need to change my ways,
Maybe I'll say this was just a phase,
Maybe I just need a few more days,
Maybe won't change.
Something so beautiful and bright,
I just want to keep it that way
Don't want to let you down, no,
I don't want you going through my trash tonight.
Don't want to meet you in this light,
I just want to do the right thing,
But it's so difficult, no,
I don't want you going through my trash tonight.
Finster
Found a corpse
Lying prostrate on the floor,
In the corner of a store
In my small town.
Showed around
A photograph of what I'd found,
Went from door to door,
But no one knew his name.
Odd remarks,
"I ran into him in the dark,"
"Saw him sleeping in the park,"
"He was a frightening man,"
"He used to stand
On the corner and make grandiose
Displays like, 'Hark!
The Lord is on His way!'"
So I buried him in my garden,
Marked the plot,
Took an honorable spot,
Built a paradise all around him.
His new home
Is a concrete catacomb
Of mosaic glass and bones,
In artistic dissaray,
It's a display
That will not pass away,
'Til the Lord rolls back the stone
When He returns one day.
As he waits
For resurrection day,
I've put his words on plates
And hung them from the trees.
Hopefully,
All the folks in town will see
I built my will on his fate,
And made something beautifully.
So I buried him in my garden,
Marked the plot,
Took an honorable spot,
Built a paradise all around him,
As he turns to rot,
He'll preach what God hath wrought,
And never be forgotten.
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