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The Revenge of Pancho Villa

by The Fantastic 5

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1.
hey union jack wave your flag goodbye summer's here and it's time to ride It's a nonstop turnaround get up and go on the set of this inferno. say you're buried in monterey, on a little piece of heaven and that's the sweetest getaway you could ever get into. say you're buried in monterey, on a little piece of heaven i hope you stay, stay buried in monterey. hey kid stop listen now there's a new trick in a wide open town. it's popcorn razors and sharpened nails, somersaults on the metrorail. say you're buried in monterey, on a little piece of heaven and that's the sweetest getaway you could ever get into. say you're buried in monterey, on a little piece of heaven i hope you stay, stay buried in monterey.
2.
all my life i've been waiting tonight there'll be no hesitating it's the last chance on that ddt a last chance for mediocrity and i hold my breath waiting to die, it's 7 to 11 on a saturday night detroit's burning and no one cares i've got a fistful of open air and there's always someone trying to grab it. detroit's burning and no cares and i can't wrap my hands around it. detroit's burning all my life i've been waiting tonight there'll be hesitating on the 13th of the month of may i'll make them look back this way and pay back what belongs to me not this worthless debauchery that i don't want anyway. detroit's burning and no one cares i've got a fistful of open air and there's always someone trying to grab it. detroit's burning and no cares and i can't wrap my hands around it. detroit's burning
3.
Execution 04:58
last night i heard a certain little record it went to my head it's gonna get better. it went on, it went on, it kept repeating to the sound, to the sound of my heart beating it's something special that you've got it may not mean much to you but to me it means alot and leaving might be some kind of solution but to me it's just another, another little execution. last night i hear the 13th elevator falling from the sky like a roman dictator. it went on, it went on, it kept repeating. to the sound, to the sound of my heart beating. it's something special that you've got it may not mean much to you but to me it means alot and leaving might be some kind of solution but to me it's just another, another little execution. there's a tidal wave coming across the mountain burning like a bridge, like a tunisian fountain dripping cross the trees like a vulture in a race or a motherfu**ng sky falling on your face.
4.
Northern Day 04:41
soft and low, the price you pay, you give it all to throw it all away. the times we had weren't so bad, you let them all slip through the palm of your hand. on the coast of the arabian sea, thinking how it used to be. in the shadow of the sun all the knots just come undone. throw it all away, blowing on a northern day soft and low, rich and hard, pulling out the summer card fading through the window pane a memory of some sugar cane. on the coast of the arabian sea, thinking how it used to be. in the shadow of the sun all the knots just come undone. throw it all away, blowing on a northern day
5.
Guadalajara 04:35
i was searching for some dynamite, driving like a freight train through the night. and we stopped there at a 7-11 sent that cashier up to heaven a naked man on the side of the road said 55 miles to San Antone it's 120 degrees, out here you don't even feel a breeze. all the coffee you've been drinking, all the the sweet lips you've been sinking aren't too far away. all the joy and all the laughter, all the nuclear disasters aren't too far away. i was searching for a city of gold, found it out near the resurrection hole. there was a crown of thorns on her head. i looked up the sky was turning red. all the coffee you've been drinking, all the the sweet lips you've been sinking aren't too far away. in Guadalajara there'll be no more tomorrows or yesterdays.
6.
Santa Muerte 04:05
i saw her on the corner there alone in her electric chair singing songs about tepito, songs about life sink in deep into that bowie knife and to that pcp send your prayer right back to me i saw her on the corner, just couldn't get away i had to fall down on my knees and pray and pray and pray to Santa Muerte i saw her walking in my sleep now Santa Muerte i saw her walking in my dream i saw her on the altar there, smoke was drifting through the air, songs about tepito, songs about life sink in deep into those candy skulls and champurrado tap the sky with a slight staccato en tepito todo se vende menos la dignidad i saw her on the corner, just couldn't get away i had to fall down on my knees and pray and pray and pray to Santa Muerte i saw her walking in my sleep now Santa Muerte i saw her walking in my dream we picking up the pieces trying to find our life i was arrested by a soldier with a downtown bowie knife. i saw her on the corner, just couldn't get away i had to fall down on my knees and pray and pray and pray to Santa Muerte i saw her walking in my sleep now Santa Muerte i saw her walking in my dream
7.
you smile, you laugh, it's all in that worn out photograph that keeps on flashing through my head it plays and plays, it goes on and on for days. i wish that i could shut it off. you bleed, you call, i've got your picture on the wall i'm gonna throw it in the other direction. it's always the same, it's all some stupid little game. i'm not gonna play it with you anymore. you smile you laugh it's all in that worn out photograph that keeps on moaning through my head tonight it's a meaningless thing, a lifeless bloodless ring that keeps on roaring through my room tonight. you bleed, you call, i've got your picture on the wall i'm gonna throw it in the other direction. it's always the same, it's all some stupid little game. i'm not gonna play it with you anymore.
8.
Idaho 04:00
it's a new world order you're a common little thief you've got shellac in the basket, you've got semen on the streets you get laid, you get paid in the missionary position it's common to an empire or a fascist inquisition. and you're terrified and shaking on a two week reservation i'd like to take you for a spin and you're petrified and pissed on i can't even get a grip on this filthy toilet seat... let's go, let's go back to Idaho let's go, let's go back to Idaho let's go, let's go back to Idaho let's go, let's go back to Idaho there's a new dictator jumping on a flag trying to stuff your brother to the bottom of a bag. a fascist predicament in the office of the king whack the paper tigers clipping on the wing. and you're terrified and shaking on a two week reservation i'd like to take you for a spin and you're petrified and pissed on i can't even get a grip on this filthy toilet seat... let's go, let's go back to Idaho let's go, let's go back to Idaho let's go, let's go back to Idaho let's go, let's go back to Idaho
9.
Laguna Beach 02:57
you smile, you've got grace all dressed up with a painted face maybe next summer we'll meet at the beach and find our way under some great big wave and stay until we watch the sun fade over the back of someone's rusted cadillac. yes, i know, that's where we want to go where the birds all sing and it always feels like spring someday i'll reach back to laguna beach laguna beach this strip is a drag an airplane with a time lag i'm gonna kick this race and head out west to outerspace maybe this summer we'll meet at the beach and find our way under these miles of sky, watching the sun die. yes, i know, that's where we want to go where the birds all sing and it always feels like spring someday i'll reach back to laguna beach laguna beach
10.
Southside 03:23
get your motor, get your pills get your dreams and your prescription filled and your open days and dead dead nights yeah you're sleeping there, yeah you're doing alright. you're on fire, you've lost control, you're going in and out the rabbit hole. on the southside you're slipping through the day, slipping through the night. on the southside, you could slip and throw away, slip and throw away your mind. on the southside... raise the hammer, swing it back you're father died from a heart attack on your sister's wedding day alfred look the other way. you're on fire, you've lost control, you're going in and out the rabbit hole. on the southside you're slipping through the day, slipping through the night. on the southside, you could slip and throw away, slip and throw away your mind. on the southside...
11.
i felt myself climbing up the street i had another one, another little beat clanging like an electric violin was the second, the second i begin a metamorphoses on the stage was another one, another dumb rage clanging like a, like a falling star on the back of, the back of your car. the kids are getting hip, the crowd's going wild everything's coming back in style in the middle of the day, the middle of the night you've got no life i felt myself climbing up the street i had another one, another little beat on a lifeline of electricity swarming like a, like a bumblebee banging through the walls of my mind a simple thing dead as it arrived like a dried up bitter fruit on the bottom of a cowboy boot. the kids are getting hip, the crowd's going wild everything's coming back in style in the middle of the day, the middle of the night you've got no life
12.
Ultrasonic 04:29
i went up before i went down i'm gonna beat myself right into the motherfu**ing ground and i will hold you there and keep you tight each and every single night. i'm ultrasonic, the son of sam they call me mr. bionic i'm gonna sacrifice your motherfu**ing... man i'm a monster, i'm a brat i'm a .44 through your door what's left is on the floor mat. and i'll find you where you like to hide, find you deep inside your mind. i'm ultrasonic, the son of sam they call me mr. bionic i'm gonna sacrifice your motherfu**ing... when sam gets drunk he gets mean but i won't let him hear you.. hear you scream.... i'm ultrasonic, the son of sam they call me mr. bionic i'm gonna sacrifice your motherfu**ing...

about

The Fantastic 5, a four-piece Indie/Alternative rock band from South Florida, have been delivering their extraordinary blend of somber, brooding and sometimes macabre ( but wholly relevant) lyrical imagery that comes sheathed in their own unique, alternative, punky, melodic style to eager audiences since 2002 via their previous releases Saves the World Part I released in 2003, a largely DIY effort recorded in a bedroom, and “Dead by Easter”, an album full of the dark matter that would become their signature sound, released finally in 2008 after a changing of the guard in the form of a new drummer and bassist after original drummer Mario Mesquita and bassist Scott Mudry left the band.

The Fantastic 5, or F5 as they are widely known, is comprised now of founding members Tony Nassif (singer/songwriter/guitarist), previously a solo artist who spent much time scouring various coffeehouses with the likes of medieval storytellers and starving musicians, and Roxana “Roxy” Camacho (lead/rhythm guitar) who learned to play guitar and piano by ear at the age of eight and rips it up with a Mesa Boogie Triple Rectifier Stack and a Jackson Randy Rhoads guitar, they are joined by member Frank Tatto (bassist) who has been steeped in heavy metal bass riffs since the 80’s, claims to have loved F5 since his first time hearing them, joined F5 in 2010 and who is completely willing to overlook what he deems to be F5’s terrible taste in coffee. Drummer Steve “Dog” Monell (2008-2014) featured on the third album left the band in the summer of 2014 and has been succeeded by Christian Roney in the USA. Original F5 drummer Mario Mesquita, now based in Brazil, rejoined the band as the international drummer in early 2015.

On their latest release “The Revenge of Pancho Villa” The Fantastic 5 have been expanding on some of the heavy-garage power-pop style of their early days and have also boldly been branching out with tunes like the folksy, Spaghetti-Western-esque Mexicana of “Guadalajara”, the early Pixies style vibe of “Execution”, the New York Dolls-like proto punk on “Laguna Beach” and the anthemic melancholy of “Northern Day” in their latest CD.

Drawing on the nearly 40 songs that had been written and arranged but which remained mostly unreleased (except for the gems that made their second album), F5 has been performing daring feats of genre-bending, breathing new life into songs already penned and introducing new collaborative efforts that explore their musical range, putting an emphasis on the unique talents of each member while writing songs that capture their individual and collective strengths, managing to orchestrate a menagerie of styles that are seamlessly blended but true to their original sound.

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released January 13, 2015

All songs written by Anton Nassif except*
* You've Got No Life by Anton Nassif/Roxana Camacho
* Ultrasonic by Anton Nassif/Steve Monell

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