Bacteria

by Suit of Lights

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about

”I’m not really sure why Suit of Lights decided to call the album Bacteria unless it’s because the songs are infectious, sticking in your mind and eventually crippling your immune system to the point where all you want to do is listen to this album.” - Jason Hoffman, Whatzup Magazine

“Unbelievably grand follow-up to their ’05 debut that showcases their
uncanny ability to craft memorable classics with emotional songwriting” - Smother.net

“Highly arresting and hypnotic... this album delivers one tasty melodic track after another” - Jersey Beat

“Compelling and effective... Bacteria has such broad appeal that it could well propel Suit of Lights into the mainstream”
- Sea of Tranquillity

credits

released 09 September 2009

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Joe Darone - Lead and backing vocals, keys
Arun Venkatesh - Guitar, keys and backing vocals
Trevor Dunn - Electric and upright bass
James Kluz - Drums and percussion
Dino Covelli - Keys
Jamie Egan - Trumpet, trombone, sax and flute

John Underwood - Lead Guitar on tracks 3,7,& 8

Produced, Engineered and Mixed by Arun Venkatesh

Recorded and Mixed at Big Blue Meenie, Jersey City, NJ
Mastered by Brad Blackwood at Euphonic Masters, Memphis TN

All songs written by Joe Darone
© 2011 Joe Darone, P 2011 Visiting Hours Music / BMI

Visiting Hours. vh-0309

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Track Name: Judgement Day
JUDGEMENT DAY

I think of all the pain left in the world
and evil deeds done in the name of good.
Got no redemption.
Consumption/destruction wheel.
It helps if you don’t think or feel.

There just won’t be another chance
and the days go unaware to whether
you count ‘em up, or count ‘em down
or disregard ‘em.
No, there is no orchestra,
but if you wanted to hear a trumpet,
then one will play on Judgement Day.

Where do you start when it gets so immense?
I want to feel bliss from something other than ignorance.
All part of the problem, part of the disease.
All guilty by small degrees.
Track Name: Colors Of Hell
COLORS OF HELL

And what’s inside, it’ll unfold.
Awake from your dream.
You will get up and walk.
Come out from the cloth and the pigment
and be what you are.

Down comes the rain, now we all look the same.
Colors wash down the drain to the gutter.
Down comes the rain, to wash out all the pain
from a world plagued with badges and borders.
The rise and collapse of the old wave.
Goodbye to the colors of hell.

The world we grieve, it never was pure or perfect.
But I still believe there’s more to us than we detect.
Existing in the present moment.
Is it all we have?
Track Name: All In Good Time
ALL IN GOOD TIME

Aloha, dinosaur.
Bathe in tar.
Meteor.
One ends and one begins.
It’s even.
The sea will claim it all again.

All in good time.
All in good time.

And so far, so bizarre.
Somehow there must be more.
Au revoir, shooting star.
Live like you’re dying ‘cause you are.

All in good time.
All in good time.

We all act out the same play.
The truth is shorter than fiction.
There ain’t nothing left to say.
All aspiration undone.
Track Name: Modern Miracle
MODERN MIRACLE

Blue light shine in every home
to educate and entertain us.
Wealthy, fat and comfortable.
Distract, delude and insulate us.
Dot on the screen.
So ill, at ease.

Step right up, it has begun.
Witness a modern miracle!
Don’t get up, you’ll miss the fun.
Don’t touch that dial!

A different kind of cannibal is emerging here in the west.
Empty heart and empty skull.
We’re amusing ourselves to death.
Got us on our knees, yet we will break free.

Step right up, it has begun.
Witness a modern miracle!
Have you underneath our thumb.
Don’t touch that dial ‘till we’re finished programming.
Track Name: Dark Matter Halo
DARK MATTER HALO

As your hair’s falling off you,
happy birthday from your friend, time.
Feel the flies crawling on you.
They just can’t wait for you to die.
And the question that you’re going to ask is:
“did it amount to anything?”
Dark Matter Halo -
I rule the spaces in between.

Are you maintaining control?
Are you wearing thin?
Get too close to a black hole, and you will get sucked in.

And the question that you’re going to ask is:
“do you believe what isn’t seen?”
Dark Matter Halo - I rule the spaces in between.
Track Name: Halfway Houses Of The Holy
HALFWAY HOUSES OF THE HOLY

The winds of changes are a-blowin’.
A painful groan.
A sick cologne.
A single tone between the right and wrong.

The preying hands of molestation will pray for your salvation.
Your house falls apart.
Broke foundation.

Welcome to your purgatory.
And you constructed it yourself.
You’re living in the halfway houses of the holy.
Sucking all of the glory, but all the shame you will dispel
onto the flock of the adoring.

And so many will die unknowing.
The world that turned, the house they burned, they shake the urn
that holds the dead horse ash.
Whisper “lead not into temptation” to faithful congregation.
You’re doing your part for creation.

Can’t find your way back to the shores of Acheron.
Service for pay, another whore of Babylon.
Welcome to your purgatory!
And you constructed it yourself.
You’re living in the halfway houses of the holy.

Semper memento mori
‘cause there ain’t room enough in hell,
and heaven is another story.
Track Name: Evolve Head-On
EVOLVE HEAD-ON

I want to understand.
I reach for a broader land.
The long journey of man must travel forward.

We’ll go on my command.
You’ll feel your mind expand.
Evolve beyond hatred, revenge or power.

I hope the entire human race could be rendered intelligent.
We haven’t much time to crack the old design.
The barrier between flesh and spirit.

Evolve head-on.
Head-on.
Heaven.

The time is close at hand.
We’ll reach the promised land.
The tapestry of man, unravel forward.
To be celebrated or be carbon dated.
We’re making a new bed, arrange the flowers.

I hope the entire human race can be rendered intelligent.
We haven’t much time to subvert the paradigm.
A new wolf emerging from wilderness.
Track Name: Lady Named Bright
LADY NAMED BRIGHT

The trembling way is where it begins.
The bridge between the earth and heavens.
I wish upon a star.
No matter where you are, I’ll go.

Moments ago I saw you slumber.
I could’ve sworn that you looked younger.
The time is coming soon.
The clock of the full moon is striking hour.

There was a lady named Bright,
who traveled far faster than light.
Swept out the door,
returned the night before.

Your eyes say that the time is ending.
Without a word, a light ascending.
Beauty is beyond words.
The bridge of three colors takes you away.
Track Name: Unfaithful Arms
UNFAITHFUL ARMS

Faith, hope and larceny.
Bend down on one knee.
Not your wife, she’s compensation for an empty life.

Helpless seduction.
Sanction of the victim.
Wear a mask for long enough, forget who is underneath.

Carpet of gold or carpet bombs.
Embrace the most unfaithful arms.
All we need is a plausible face saying: “yours is no disgrace.”

Is it a Faustian bargain - growing your profit margin -
as cubicles make daily graves of thousands?

Small pranks for big banks.
Strange bedfellows always give thanks.
When think tanks think, think tanks think: “tanks.”

With her greasy palms and factory farms,
embrace the most unfaithful arms.
Even as blood runs down on that face,
we long for her embrace.
Track Name: Puppet Show
PUPPET SHOW

Get your dominoes, put the dominoes in a row.
Multi-national, corpo-rational, let ‘em go.
Watch them fall.
So expendable.

Ducks are in a row.
Ducks are in a row ‘round the globe.
You’re the CEO, fat Pinocchio, let ‘em go.
Watch them fall.
It’s just a puppet show.

‘Cause now the curtain’s closing and the lights are off
(just a puppet show).
Time to put you back into your wooden box
(Jim Crow, John Doe, Joe Blow).
The unrestrained pursuit of self-interest-ing
(all you knead is dough).
The bulging eyes of puppets strangled by their strings
(just a puppet show).
Track Name: American Music
AMERICAN MUSIC

Hello.
Do you like to dance?
Do you wear designer pants?
The girls
were drop dead gorgeous in Japan
when American music was dropped on them.

See?
I told you it’s the bomb.
You’ll twist
and shout like Vietnam.
Please tell me now that you believe in God.
I’m a single with a bullet burning up the charts.
And Kennedy
felt just how intense
it can get
when American music
goes through your head.