"So... We have already begun writing for our next full length. We are so excited about the new material and I think that 90% of you will love it too. The other 10% will probably lock themselves in their bedrooms and blast "Hospital Music" while they sob and slander us on the internet. Yeah - we know you do it. Freakin pervs. Lurkin on Myspizzer.
Yep, yep. The new stuff is sleazy... and I mean sleazy in every way possible. I mean like junkie poker shark sleazy. And there will be a lot more instrumentation on this one. No breakdowns though. I'm over it. We want to secede from "screamo" or "emo" or "post- insert pretense -core" or whatever the kids are calling it these days... I don't even know how we were lumped in there to begin with. This record will be like "twisty Pete". There I said it that's the new genre we're going to be a part of. Twisty Pete. Don't ****in forget it.
There will be some fun guest spots by our friends like always. There will be some songs that are gonna make you sad... then there will be some songs that will make you want to take a hot shower... then maybe a song or two that will make you want to start the revolution (of abusing crotchety, old, piss-ridden golden retrievers). Ya never know. We don't either.
Keep voting for us to get on to Warped Tour, you guys have been doing a wonderful job!!! We'll keep you posted on our writing progress.
Thanks, Jer and the Turbo Scans
PS: Dogs can't smoke weed! What's a dog gonna be looking like blowin' bleazies? No, that's not a joke."
okay, so i talked to jerry last night (and only oneof the shift keys work on this keyboard!) and his new lyrics are influenced by t.s. eliot... so i imagine live shows to be him curled up in the corner, moaning about jellicle cats all up on that microphone like it were an ice cream cone.
-- Edited by MissMae at 16:52, 2007-03-29
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no. 100% true story. he was washing it in the basement and then the fam called him up to go to the movies, so, to himself, he was all 'what am i gonna do with this dog?' So he tied a rope or something around it's neck and clipped it to a pipe or something like that and the dog ran in a few circles and ****in died.
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recall those occasional gravely vocals of jerry's? (you know what i mean...) i bet he's gonna do more of that in the future since he loves tom waits so much... man, i hope he don't read this... it might make him self-conscious about it... then he'll stop smokin' and drankin' and sound like an angel instead...)
quixotic 
This record will be like "twisty Pete". There I said it that's the new genre we're going to be a part of. Twisty Pete. Don't ****in forget it. 
There will be some songs that are gonna make you sad... then there will be some songs that will make you want to take a hot shower... 
then maybe a song or two that will make you want to start the revolution (of abusing crotchety, old, piss-ridden golden retrievers). 
Thanks,
What's a dog gonna be looking like blowin' bleazies? No, that's not a joke."
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