Is The Irrelevant Act

by Eli Whitney & The Sound Machine

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released 31 January 2011
Engineered and mixed by Jesse Andrus, recorded at Give ‘Em Hell Studios in Great River, Long Island.

Artwork by Keith Moran.

Mike Vizzi - Vocals, Guitar, Bass on Track 3
Craig Shay - Vocals, Bass, Guitar on Track 3
CJ Dunaieff - Drums
Ben Hennessy - Alto Saxophone
Samson Flancbaum - Trombone, Trumpet, Euphonium on Track 2
Lisa Grimaldi - Baritone Saxophone
Frank Ferro - Tenor Saxophone

Gang vocals by Ben, Samson, Lisa, Frank, Vizzi, Craig, and Jesse

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Track Name: Happy Independents Day!
Flying off the handle again and this time it’s no different. I’m just louder and picking the right words to say. So you’ll give me a moment to say my peace but it’s just unoriginal or ill-conceived, and if you agree then the disease is spreading. Maybe you wouldn’t be talking down if I spent less time on the ground, but I know just what I found. And history’s gonna repeat. My mind is fried but at least it’s free. Did you used to be like me? I bet that you were just like me. And tomorrow you’ll send me another letter. We’ll talk it over but the situation isn’t any better. We’ve both got high horses, we both know all our shit, and I won’t be in for a surprise the next time I have to compromise. Maybe I’ve been wrong. Maybe this big machine really is too strong, but I mean it when I say I know that we can find a better way, and if you meant a goddamn word then please don’t say you’re comfortable with how shit has gotten today. Maybe I’m stuck in the past. Maybe these ideals aren’t built to last. Maybe it’s true that we’re all trapped. Please, somebody tell me that we aren’t trapped, and tell me that it isn’t true that the things that we value can’t pull us through. Maybe I’ll be just like you. In ten years, I’ll be just like you. Spitting venom in each others’ faces until some younger fucks take our places.
Track Name: I Don't Mind The Rain
The moon hides behind the clouds. There’s water on the ground but I don’t mind the rain. I guess it’s just one of those nights. Take a walk and clear my mind. It’s four AM, they’re all asleep, there’s nobody left to meet me on my path. Can’t help these thoughts from wandering, can’t help but think about the past. And it was raining on that day when we stepped off of the train. We walked into a friendly haze, played it by ear to find out way. I’ll take those memories to the heart. I’ll take those secrets to the grave. You said today was made for living and tomorrow would be okay. And it was raining on that night with blurry eyes and breathing light, passed out on familiar steps with a puddle for my bed, and it was snowing when we left. We dried our eyes and we drew our breath. I turned the light out one last time and solemnly we said goodbye. I keep remembering. I keep on hearing all those things you said to me. Those words are tattooed on my brain, or at least what they meant to me: to take our time and use it well, to save a world that’s gone to hell, to pick our friends up when they fall, to give the world but not to tell, and I can’t bring myself to read those words I wrote so earnestly. Sometimes it hits me like a truck. I’ve got to walk it off, and I don’t mind the rain.
Track Name: 3 Hour Drive
Every day’s a fucking gamble, taking on more than we could ever handle. Every day’s a possibility of finding out where exactly we should be. Can’t you see the pattern in the charts? Is it a head and shoulders or maybe just a false start? I’m not sure if I can bear to sit here any longer pretending not to care. I just want to take that three hour drive to that land of opportunity with problems left behind. Don’t we all just need that escape? We’ll forget when we get there and we’re sitting by the lake. This employment makes me feel like I am trapped, that my time is not my own when I am sneaking out the back. The Fad’s the only thing that calms me down. Figures they break up by the time I came around. I don’t believe in fate, but is mine sealed? I want a better life than what I see in front of me. Do I believe in false ideals? Will optimism leave me with a raw deal?