an american scream

by the dones

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Unearthed from the archives of an old, weary and disillusioned soul and traveller, the dones debut LP 'an american scream' has finally germinated on Bandcamp. These songs were written throughout 2004-2006, with half of them remaining unmastered until May 2008. A sonic representation of Ryan's growing disillusionment, hostility and response towards the country he was born, raised and duped in.

Due to time and energy constraints, Travis McCauley was only able to contribute his lead guitar wizardry to 3 of the 10 tracks. Travis and Ryan have been close friends and have played together often since 2004. Travis's contributions to the formation and completion of this album were invaluable.

Initially released on June 2nd, 2008 for free as 192kbps mp3 downloads via www.anamericanscream.com, this album has been downloaded thousands of times since it's initial release from all over the world. Permission to air these and other dones recordings for free have been received by the dones from around the globe since 2005. Throughout 2008-2010, 50-60 physical copies were produced by Ryan (the first 6-10 of them hand-numbered), handed out to friends and family, and left sporadically and randomly in places such as gig venues and elsewhere, including a 3-disc spattering at a local church.

The original version of this album ended with a cover of 'Death to Everyone' written by Bonnie "Prince" Billy, who received a copy from Ryan following Bonny's May 26th, 2009 show at the Bijou Theatre in Knoxville, TN. Ryan witnessed Him toss this copy 20-25 feet in the air while walking on the street to His mode of transportation before catching it behind His back and entering the vehicle. 'Death to Everyone' is not included on this digital-only release, because who would possibly consider angering the "Prince" legally or otherwise? ...as if this entry itself carries no risk...

This Bandcamp exclusive, digital-only release includes several bonus items, including new alternate artwork, the original lyrics insert, and the original pome insert 'GOD VS NUCLEAR PHYSICS' by FJK, the work of an under-appreciated genius. A wallpaper is included, the basis of the original physical disc art.

All songs written, performed, recorded, mixed, mastered and produced by Ryan Essex.

Travis McCauley played lead electric guitar on 'this process', 'the pain of others', and 'an american scream'.

The one and only Lord is featured at the end of the 'the sorts, shapes and sizes of debauchery'.

A very special thanks to Frankie, without whom this record would not exist.

And thanks Will.

Tracks 1-4 recorded and mixed at The Mold House in Greenville, SC.
Tracks 5-10 recorded and mixed at The Biohazard in Taylors, SC.
All tracks mastered at The Biohazard.

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Track Name: the sorts, shapes and sizes of debauchery
families discuss all sorts of matters
some leave out just one thing
forgetting the many sorts, shapes and sizes
of debauchery

we've all been led to believe
success will hard work bring
ignoring the many sorts, shapes and sizes
of debauchery

would you like to spend your waking hours
hurling on the floor?
picking at your mental scabs
laughing with the whores?
screaming at the cloud so loud
yer ears begin to ring?
these follow opportunities for debauchery

she's fine in doses you see
it's the finely titrated psychotic in me
abusing the many sorts, shapes and sizes
of debauchery

it's god's well-designed catastrophe
though ingenius we must agree
these urges to play with
the sorts, shapes and sizes of debauchery

would you like to spend your waking hours
curled up on the floor?
tearing off yer mental scabs
collapsing with the whores?
screaming at the clouds so loud
yer ears begin to ring?
these follow opportunities for debauchery

seems the time to draw the line
just let the good lord win
join the fold and hold hands
but there's that urge again
to relieve myself just one more time
let consequences be
and pursue the many sorts, shapes and sizes
of debauchery.
Track Name: pilonidal disease
well it's a shame look the other way
ignore the signs of who's to blame
picture screams instead of dreams
anymore they're all the same
call yer dogs off the legs
of the crippled woman who begs
on yer street just below yer suite
did you know that she could care less?
snort a line just to pass the time
engaged in other sorts of crime
cuz now the wise seem to tell the lies
to the children in our minds
well it's a sign of the times
let's watch the death toll rise
holding school for the fools
before we pluck out their eyes
so slap yer child instill the drive
install the fire inside
then watch the pain fan the flame
in a search for a place to hide

it's pilonidal disease
pilonidal disease

so yer tongue has lost it's way
it's unfit for the day there's no time to rewind
and learn how to play the game
so say goodbye to the golden boy
the one smashing his toys
with a gun just to have fun
no more dreams to destroy
then for laughs throw the kicker
and just go sicker than the one before
in this carnival now it's so much bigger
some wonder why beneath the lies
there's no control over wind and tides
there's just this fog left by our god
and the people are taking sides
pretending they've had a taste of
feeling each way
i'm on the floor i'm on all fours
you would think i was praying.

it's pilonidal disease
pilonidal disease
Track Name: stomped
detailed accounts of a crucifixion
five of seven for a number
scaling mountains of this affliction
upsetting the moods of the others
little orange bottles we can't remember
seasonal affective disorder decembers
poor sleep esteem hygiene posture
social anxiety visine lost words

and i promise you it won't let up
in lieu of leading you astray
today will stomp you so don't get up
it's been designed this way

reasonable bouts of self-medication
the weekend's additional slumber
seasoned doubts of yer congregations
upsetting the moods of the others
it's sunny outside i find me alone
a storm's brewing inside my unorganized home
overpriced doctors they're sicker than we are
overlooked factors it's a healing disaster

and i promise you it won't let up
in lieu of leading you astray
today will stomp you don't get up
it's been designed this way
and there are droves of our long sour faces
we litter yer streets
droves of us suffering in phases
yer herd of bitter sheep.
Track Name: this process
if we could only know each other
and gaze eye to eye
we could do away with this whole number
you'd know my insides

but there's an evil bitch called money
and more chores than rewards
the face on my clock laughs at me
swinging its arms forward

well if you didn't order
one cupful of my soul
what are these waves coursing through
these speakers for?

or have you been conditioned
by a lot that just don't care?
those tossing coarse judgements into our air

well this is a mere diddy-jingle
and the stretching of few fingers
for those who confound works of art
with mathematical dilemmas

yes there's a burden to this process
yes it exacts a toll
but the reward is this process
not the end result.
Track Name: the pain of others
it's no small request i understand
i'll ask you gently and only once
i never mean to be a bother
but i'd like you to notice the pain of others

it might consume your time each day
or take only a few moments
it's such a small price to pay
when you feel the woe of others

nor is it uncommon to become depressed
one can't predict yer reaction
to yer first taste of another's distress
throe, malady and maladaption

their misery can put yers into perspective
their discomfort addictive
but at the end of each day yer reward remains
as you become a better organism.
Track Name: control array
there's an overpass i know
where that weeping willow grows
and a noose gently swings
down below

and then there's this bottle of pills
oh how they rattle the will
against this warm blade of steel
folded neatly down below.
Track Name: oral transmucosal fentanyl citrate
roll it under yer tongue all over yer gums
now cover the sides of yer cheeks
then just relax and let twenty minutes pass
you'll discover in that time sure relief

pure pleasure creeps while yer sick conscience weeps
discard those sticks and wrappers
cut lot control numbers
before you morph under
to find what yer lunatic's after

and understand
it's much warmer than a womb
its embrace is much stronger than you
before long you'll know how many micros
composed this analgesic tune

so sorry to annoy you this feeling is transitory
can't match the strength of yer body
enjoy while it lasts soon a thousand more pass
but the pain won't match the length of yer party

but you'll suffer nonetheless i love spasms
the best next to insomnia and chills
but good times weren't they sure had in that
dead center of sadness
relief from a source distilled

and understand
it's much warmer than a womb
its embrace is much stronger than you
before long you'll know how many micros
composed this analgesic tune

wherever these dollops of joy are conceived
peddled, carried, sold or received
employees should always be armed properly
and ready for those our great god wants us to be
i'm afraid you won't catch or dissuade me
of me and the same are simply far too many.
Track Name: nowhere, faster
what's wrong with this
slowly admitting we do not know?
instead of moving
faster each day than before
we are moving
faster than each day before
and where are we going?
nowhere
we are spinning in almost circles going nowhere
why head there faster?
nowhere, faster.
Track Name: an american scream
i often feel a little hell inside
and beggin' for more
there's nowhere to go on the other side
i've been there before

that bridge ain't nothin' but ash & smoke
those smiles they're dreams
yeah that bridge ain't nothin' but sooty ash and
smoke in this american scream

when our flag's not burnin'
or covered in blood
oh yeah when ole glory's not smokin'
she's flappin' halfway up

well i guess you noticed things aren't how
they're made to seem in this american scream

i ain't got no money
i'm losin' hope
i's just thinkin' i ain't got no goddamn money
the lord made me broke

and where's that rascal when you need him anyway?
there's no beam to shine
yeah where's that messiah when we needed him?
i'd say it's way past time

i thought she could heat this sadness
soaked in our ground
i was hopin' she could
trip up this madness dancin' through our towns

or maybe he carries most the blame for
this american scream

i'm so happy we're marching into other lands
to show 'em how to live
yeah it warms the deep black chambers of my heart
we have that to give

too bad our uncle turned out to be a rapist
he seemed so kind
and now we get to ravage all those other lands too
it's reason to smile

on our way to hell in a red, white and blue basket
i'm looking forward to it
some days i'd swear i's already there now
wading through it

until then i'll just wait and watch them paint the scene
this american scream.

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