DIX

by Air Station

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Brandon Brown This is like Ween's The Pod and Beck's Midnite Vultures had a baby, and that baby was curiously obsessed with Hello Kitty. Favorite track: Bustle In My Hedgerow.
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Zatapathique DIX, or 509, was the year Chlodoric King of the Ripuarian Franks was assassinated by agents of Clovis The First whilst rendered immobile by plunging his arm into a chest of gold coins to demonstrate the wealth of his realm.

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SIDE 1
1)Cool Pets
2)I Love My Friends
3)Street Level
4)The Last Hit
5)Chapi-Chapo
6)Floorgum
7)Beth Also
SIDE 2
8)Dix
9)Bustle In My Hedgerow
10)Goodbye

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-Kliph & Brodie

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released August 4, 2014

World:

A "lost" "masterpiece" now available to assault your ears. Free or best offer!

Brodie Ayala and I made this record between August of 2012 and February of 2013. We sent it out to a few labels and received responses along the lines of, "this is completely unmarketable" and, "I just don't think I can do the packaging you guys want." Then I got busy with Lips stuff and Brodie was busy with Be/Non and his lovely wife and kids and we just sort of left it. We've been talking about recording some new stuff, which reminded us that we had this just sitting around. Even though there are some songs I think I could mix better now and some other things that we would do differently were we to record it today, we decided to just let it stand as the thing we did then and have put it up on Bandcamp for your "enjoyment". I'm honestly really proud of it and had a blast making it. We had no agenda when we started recording other than, "dammit, we've been talking about recording forever, so let's just fucking do it" and it just became what it became. But I'm glad it's now available for people to love, like, hate or not particularly care about and I'm looking forward to our next batch of recordings. Special thanks to Doug McKinney, Kelli Mayo, Peyton Bighorse and Nanci Lee Ayala Rush for playing on it as well. And extra special thanks to Deerhoof for allowing us to sample them on "Bustle In My Hedgerow". -Kliph Scurlock August 2014


AIR STATION are Brodie Rush and Kliph Scurlock

recorded at the Gold Room, Kansas City, Missouri by Air Station
mixed and mastered by Kliph at Skekshun's Hit Factory in Lawrence, Kansas
first recording date: August 22, 2012
final mastering date: February 5, 2013

cover art, layout and design by Brodie (at UNiPEGaDONG)

special material thanks to Doug McKinney, Ryan Holopter and Nanci Rush

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Track Name: Cool Pets
COOL PETS

Cool pets - Hangin' around
Cool pets - Bring you up when you're down
Cool pets - Playin' with a string
Cool pets - Catch a toss of a frisbee

You are my best friend
I will always love you are my best friend

Cool pets - Walkin' down the street
Cool pets - Why don't you give 'em a treat
Cool pets - That's what they like to eat
Cool pets - They just can't be beat
Cool pets - I'll make sure you've got your shots
Cool pets - Check out this toy I bought
Cool pets - Sleepin' in a box
Cool pets - They fuckin' rock

Hairballs and feces
Go catch them mieces
If you gotta go shit
Git out, now, git!

Cool pets - They are my friends
Cool pets - The fun never ends
Cool pets - All the pee pee
Cool pets - Never dyin' on me

You are my best friend
I will always love you are my best friend

Cool pets - I'll make sure you're fed
Cool pets - Roll over and play dead
Cool pets - Wait, you're not really dead
Cool pets - Oh, no!

Cool pets
Cool pets
Cool pets
Cool pets
Cool pets
Cool pets
Cool pets
Cool pets
Cool pets
Track Name: I Love My Friends
I LOVE MY FRIENDS

Watch me dancing Humidor
Sing my song Lion's roar
Call me Elvis Conquistador
Writing lyrics Mrs. Schtupp
Brodie laughing Gravy butt
Kicking rocks Spanish hue
Playing Pro Tools Auspicious truth
Matching polos Monkey head
Soft sweaters Cheeseburger face
Thanksgiving Manchego paste
Love my cymbals Nylon shoes
Nightmare band Lipstick purse
Look at my set list Alameda knock knock
Sloppy writing Yo, bobby sock
Teenage hickeys Salad tossin'
Stupid Republican Gotta tell you
Led Zeppelin Italiano
On my headphones Sautee
Lying Fox News Woman screaming
Kid friendly Carnival
Little sound bites Totally gross
Word is a word Rose supreme
Grand Funk Railroad Taco stand
Rohypnol Rangers Peter Janky
Fly my airplane Carl Carruthers
I'm a choo-choo Daddy paste
Going to Sad Town Mommy koose
Hit single Grammy snot
Over half done 45
Charles Manson Halloween
On the floor Fortisimo
Neil Young Elmo
Meet The Beatles Coors scooter
Wyatt Earp Jigaboobooboo
I love my friends I love my friends
I love my friends I love my friends
I love my friends I love my friends
I love my friends I love my friends
I love my friends I love my friends
I love my friends I love my friends
I love my friends I love my friends
I love my friends I love my friends
Committing suicide Squishy butts
Good idea 442
Yellow matter custard Your pussy goo
Don't vote with your wallet Mak mak ula
Out of ideas Mask chocula
Still singing Quaint explosion
No more words Mass exterior
Love the D. Boon Polterghoost
And Brother Watt Transmorpher juice
R. Stevie Moore Toulouse La Star Trek
And Ariel Pink Roy Doupris
54 Massa's torture
Thinking this time Goonie porchure
Really embarrassing Ferris wheel
Out of key Last meal
Grubby carpet Tiger squeal
Powdered water Micromag
Sign with Interscope Shorty shone
Give me limos Talo's funk
Lymphoma Shiny dude
Hand is cramping Ten second party
Throat is clenching Thinking chartreuse
Will to live is fading Robot solos
This sucks Cheyenne Richards
Limited promo Killer grommets
Eating sushi Frog potion
Death to Brownback Stag emotion
Shitty drumming Holy Jeebus
Miss my goddaughter Mary Bourgeois
Don't call me stupid Moldy cadavers
Need a cigarette Blanket teeth
One track mind Chrome pajamas
I hate Republicans Shrunken bananas
Kill Whitey Shotgun blues
Buy my album You lose
Almost over Time is fair
Tying my shoes 12th hour despair
Most of all Oh, shit!
I love my friends I love my friends
I love my friends I love my friends
I love my friends I love my friends
I love my friends I love my friends
I love my friends I love my friends
I love my friends I love my friends
I love my friends I love my friends
I love my friends I love my friends
I love my friends I love my friends
I love my friends I love my friends
I love my friends I love my friends
I love my friends I love my friends
I love my friends I love my friends
I love my friends I love my friends
I love my friends I love my friends
I love my friends I love my friends
I love my friends I love my friends
I love my friends I love my friends
I love my friends I love my friends
I love my friends I love my friends
I love my friends I love my friends
I love my friends I love my friends
I love my friends I love my friends
I love my friends I love my friends
I love my friends I love my friends
I love my friends I love my friends
I love my friends I love my friends
Track Name: Street Level
STREET LEVEL

Cleaned my bedroom
Gave my mom a kiss good night
Brushed my teeth
Turned out the light
I'll tell you don't fuck with me
I am street level

Through the forest
Down by the Sea Of Green
Slay the dragon
Now I am the Queen
I told you once before that
I am street level
I am street level
I am street level
It is time to wake up

I stretch my arms
And comb my hair
Put my pink dress on
I go downstairs
To help my dear mom out
Make some pancakes
And just then in the dragon comes
It crashed into the house and took my mom
So I shot an arrow right through his heart

Now he's dead
So will you
If you mess
With a girl
I am mean
I am tough
I am street level
Track Name: 89 Or 14 To 26
89 Or 14 To 26

Bet you wish we had some words here right now

I'm sitting here trying to think
Of some words to sing
They won't come to me

This is the fourth song
The words should be really strong
Need a hit

What should I write about
I'm sitting here full of doubt

I could clean my house instead
These lyrics are filling me full of dread
Can't stop now

That was really sweet

There's a bird outside
Up and away it just flied

Had a thought, but it just passed
OMG

What this song really needs
Are some super shredding leads

Check out this hot guitar solo
Take it away

That was hot

Just to prove we're dumb
We'll give the drummer some
Try not to suck you fucking dick

What was that

What do you think we're gonna do next
You will not believe
Check it out
Breakdown part

That was pretty hot
You must like it

Wow, this song's still going
WTF
Can you please just stop
LOL

Listen to me sing

Imagine all the flashing lights
If I get these words just right
The ladies will be screaming my name
That'll be great

Who you calling Shovelhead?
Who was that?

Can't even think of lyrics
To sing about how I can't think of lyrics
Things have gotten grim in my house now
On and on and on
Looking for something to say, oh geez
Will this song ever end
IDK
Track Name: Chapi-Chapo
CHAPI-CHAPO

Chapi Chapo patapo
Chapo Chapi patapi
Piripipi rabada dada
Dada dada
Pacha pacho pitipo
Pacho pacha pitipa
Piripipi rabada dida
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
Chapi Chapo patapo
Chapo Chapi patapi
Piripipi rabada dada
Dada dada
Pacha pacho pitipo
Pacho pacha pitipa
Piripipi rabada dida
Track Name: Floorgum
FLOORGUM

Girl, I ain't got no furniture
I lost it in the divorce
She took my television too
The microwave and all the food
Girl, just shut your purdy mouth
Who cares that I ain't got no couch
But I don't want you slidin' 'round
While we's busy gettin' down
You'll need some...

Floorgum
Floorgum
Floorgum
Floorgum
Floorgum goo

Why'd you bring me to your house
When you ain't got nothin'
What is that Lamborghini you're drivin'
You tell me you got all this money
But you ain't got shit
What, you wanna fuck me on the floor?
You gotta be kiddin', man
I am a classy girl
Take me out for dinner or a movie
Give me some money or a ring
I don't know what you think you're gonna get
But you're hot, so whatever
Just make sure that you've got some

Floorgum
Floorgum
Floorgum
Floorgum
Floorgum goo

Girl, was it good for your head
I'm sorry I ain't got no bed
And sorry for no privacy
That bitch took all the drapery
But you were a good sport
But I gotta go to sleep
'Cause in the morning I've got court
That's the end of the song
Track Name: Beth Also
BETH ALSO

Holdin' your hand
Lookin' in your eyes
And when you giggle
I know the meaning of life

I'll do your laundry
Cook you breakfast in bed
Now I know what love is for
I'll miss you when you're dead

You are my diamond queen
A real glorious creature
If you were a movie
I'd see a double feature

Please don't leave
And please don't cry
Guess who will never hurt you
This stand-up guy

Beth
You are my girl
You give me your heart
And I'll give you the world
I promise you
These words are true
I will always love you

Lying in bed
Watching our t.v.
I always feel special
When you're next to me

Take you on a date
Order what you wish
I hope you're on the menu
'Cause you're my favorite dish

Then we'll take a walk
Down on the beach
Every day we spend together
Is a real treat

Then we go back home
I'll give you a back rub
And when you kiss me
I know the meaning of love

Beth
You are my girl
You give me your heart
I'll give you the world
You and me
We can be stars
In the heavens
We'll shine forever
I promise you these words are true
I will always love you
Track Name: Bustle In My Hedgerow
BUSTLE IN MY HEDGEROW

On a cold winter's night
I was asleep in my bed
When I was awoken by a horrible sound
It was a bustle in my hedgerow
And I was alarmed

I turned on the lights
And I put on me shoes
And I put on me robe
And I went outside to see
Just what it was
What was this noise
Disturbing my sleep
Pissing me off
I got my gun
To shoot whatever it was
Making this noise
Waking me up
Don't you know I've got to work in the morning

Don't be afraid
I am a friend
Please do not shoot me
I'll give you money
I want to be friends
Take off that robe
Let's get to know
Each other like they did in the Bible

Well, I don't know
Are you friendly or foe
This bustle in my hedgerow
If you really are a friend
Why were you hiding then
This bustle in my hedgerim

You'll have to catch me if you want me to talk
But if you shoot me, you'll be out of luck
Oh, by the way, I stole the keys to your car
And all your floorgum, you won't get too far
Unless you come and play

And where is it now
This bustle in my hedgerow
I'd better go find it

Out the back door
And down the steps
Into the yard, man
Past the lawn gnomes
He will catch him
This bustle annoys him
He wants his keys

Into the garden
Stepping on tomatoes
He stubbed his toe
And he fell into the stream
That motherfucker
He's going to kill it
Now he's really mad

He brushed himself off
And retied his shoe
The bustle is laughing
Where is it coming from
He should have brought his flashlight
'Cause it's really dark out here
Look out
It's right in front of you

That was a super fight
He caught the bustle
The bustle took off his robe
And ran away laughing
Into the night
Now he is naked
No keys, no robe, no floorgum
Now he's really fucked
Here come the cops

I had a row with the bustle
I'm sittin' here in jail
Public indecency charge
I tell you what, this place is worse than Hell

I've been here for three weeks
They serve us gruel for tea
I'd rather be at the pub
Just a pint, me bird, Beth, and me
Seems when they put me in here
They threw away the key
I wonder when the judge
Is gonna come and hear my plea

Blow your harmonica, son

Finally, I'll be able to prove I was right
And I should get to go home tonight
And start to forget this whole ordeal
What the fuck, who's that judge, is this for real?

You've been brought here by the order of the court
Everybody sit down
Hey, now, I must retort
You're the one who caused this all to begin with
That certainly is a weird strategy to try to win with
If you think you're ever going to be set free
I would highly recommend that you don't diss me
Well, bustle, bro, I really think this is a conflict
Of interest that you could be the one to inflict
The punishment for the crime you caused me to commit
Hey, I don't like your attitude one little bit
How dare you come to my court and try to accuse
Me of things that I would never ever ever do
It's up to you, jail time or just a ticket
But in the meantime, hear the drummer get wicked

After that sweet drum break, I'm quite content
To hear the case you wish to present
Well, dawg, I was just laying in bed watching it snow
When I heard a crazy sound just outside my window
I went outside to see what it was
And it was you, who apparently now is the judge
You stole my possessions and you left me nude
Excuse me, defendant, but you're being quite rude
I've tried thus far to be a good sport
But don't forget you're a subject in my court
I've sat here listening to your crummy defense
And now I think it's time I pass sentence
Your constant accusations have made me quite cross
And once again my gain is going to be your loss
Hearing this nonsense has made me feel quite mean
I could sentence you to die in a guillotine
Or I could bust a cap in your ass with my gat
I think I could really enjoy that
But because this fucking beat is so dope
I sentence you to death by being hung with a rope
Track Name: The Last Hit
The Last Hit

So, it's goodbye
Fuck it, I'm gone
I'll tell you why
It's the last song

It's the next verse
Guess I should sing
It's getting worse
Can't think of anything