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    Lorem Ipsum's first 7" including 3 songs. Green March, C'est la Vie and a barn burning 1993. The 7" is pressed on translucent, gold vinyl.

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As the inaugural release from Lorem Ipsum, this 7" represents three diverse and hard hitting tracks from our first year and a half.

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released 01 September 2011
Recorded at Sound of Music Studios and FlyWalker Sound in Richmond, Virginia by William walker and Richard Tubb with assistance from Bryan Walthall and Ricky Olson. Mixed by William walker and Lorem Ipsum at FlyWalker Sound. Mastered by Chicago Mastering. Pressed by United Pressing. Lorem Ipsum is Andrew Crislip, Jon Bone, Bret Payne and Brian Landis. Etching by Bret Payne. Layout by Brian landis. More info at www.loremipsummusic.com.

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Made up of the likes of Bret Payne (More Fire for Burning People, Galusha Grow, Orlock, Ada Doom), Andrew Crislip (real-life ... more college Professor), Jon Bone (Askance, Grip, Lazy Cain, Vellum, The Episode, The Sort), Brian Landis (More Fire for Burning People, Bosom of the Urgent West, The Foul Palamonts, Ada Doom) less

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Track Name: Green March
Tonight my heart broke apart,
when I saw the Green go marching
Into the lion's mouth,
and all the while chanting
With supreme bullshit ranting
And my heart rose up again,
when I saw the lines in front give in

I ran into the weeds.
And darkness still succeeds.
We all saw that woman die,
but the Green goes marching in.
Into the lion's mouth.
and all the while chanting
With supreme bullshit ranting

This will never end.
Can't you hear the calling
This will never end,
as the Green goes marching in.
Track Name: C'est la Vie
Hanging in my doorway,
waiting for you to call,
in my daydream.
But you never call me,
I don't care,
you're a fair
weather friend,
anyway.
Hanging with my homies,
dinner with a t.v. kit
and Pat O'Riley.
C'est la vie,
soon you'll see
when you miss my recipe
for chicken curry
Which never existed
anyway.

Pocket full of white bread,
here I come,
come get some,
of my bounty.
Bryan Park,
dark remarks,
written on the widest part,
of the black top.
These days with the boy in hand,
I don't care for big white sand'
in my black socks.
So I think I persevere.
Lots of women
lots of beer,
in the bedroom

Today I finally found my way
to make things O.K.
And make everything make sense.

Day two was a little rough,
and I'd had enough,
but I've probably said too much.

Three in and I was on my feet
and then I'm back in my seat
cause it's kicking my ass again.

Four days of this has got me down
and I can hear the sound of the
ringing in my ears.

Waking up
my day begins
the dreams I had begin to fade.
Bye, bye.
Looking back I shoulda had
lots and lots and lots of friends
Oh well,
suck it.
As I sit here writing this
I couldn't care any less.
So c'est la vie
I'll see you soon,
probably not
more likely true.
Track Name: 1993
I doubt you see it like I do,
I doubt you really care,
just when you look at me
I get the feeling when you look at me
I get the feeling like it's 1993
I remember the nasty looks.
You'd laugh and smirk all night.
Now I'm standing in my underwear
screaming turn it down, turn it down, turn it down.

I can't play this game anymore.
I've forgotten the rules anyhow.
Just remember not too long ago,
I was above it all with my nose in the air.
I remember the nasty looks.
We'd laugh and smirk all night.
Now I'm standing in my underwear
screaming turn it down, turn it down, turn it down.

Turn it down, turn it down, turn it down.
turn it down, turn it down, turn it down.
turn it down, turn it down, turn it down.
turn it down, turn it down, turn it down.

Somewhere there's a photograph,
a black and white, a twisted one.
A keeper in the sense I want it burned.
The broken glass, my bloody head,
my burned out brain is all I had.
And now I stand before you like a fool,
wanting 1993.