The Surlys

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The Surlys first album is a raw 8-track recording on 1/2-inch tape, with minimal tracks added/overdubbed. Recorded and mixed by Gian Ortiz at Cocoliso Studio, Austin TX. Mastered by Michael Konopka. Jan. 2015 release.

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released February 1, 2015

Beky Hayes - bass, lead vocals.
RC Hernandez - guitars, backing vocals.
Kevin White - drums, special surprise vocals.
Percussions and other bling by the Surlys and Chris & Gian Ortiz.
Recorded by Gian Ortiz at Cocoliso studio, Austin TX, with assistance from Chris and James Ortiz.
Mastered by Michael Konopka, Jan. 2015

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The Surlys Austin, Texas

Early punk influenced rock trio. Debut album released January 2015. Original songs included on the compilation albums The Louder They Scream and Local ATX 2.
Covered "Babysit" for the Dicks From Texas compilation.

The Surlys play at Austin clubs such as the Lost Well, Hole in the Wall, Spider House, White Swan, Sweetwater, Longbranch and Scoot Inn.
They can be heard on 91.7 FM KOOP radio.
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Track Name: Queen
She’s the queen in her fantasy dream
She keeps the only key
There nobody is what they seem
There nobody can hear you scream

Once you’re in you’re there to stay
Where she always gets her way
If she doesn’t get what she wants
There is gonna be hell to pay

You better watch what you say
Don’t speak, you’re better off dead
It’s her game and the game is rigged
Don’t play along and it’s off with your head

She’ll never let you get away
Don’t fall down the rabbit hole
Don’t drink the koolade
Nobody ever gets away

She’s the queen in her fantasy dream
She's the keeper of the only key
There nobody is what they seem
There nobody can hear you scream

Once you’re in you’re there to stay
Where she always gets her way
If she doesn’t get what she wants
There is gonna be hell to pay

You better watch what you say
Don’t speak, you’re better off dead
It’s her game and the game is rigged
Don’t play along and it’s off with your head

She’ll never let you get away
Don’t fall down the rabbit hole
Don’t drink the koolade
Nobody ever gets away

Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! .....
Track Name: Degenerate
Degenerate I’m not a degenerate (x3)
No

When I’m feeling bad
I want to dress in black
Sneak around like a ninja
Maybe chuck a brick through a window
When I’m feeling down
I like to drive around town
Block everything out
With the radio loud
With the radio loud

But I’m no degenerate
I’m not greedy - I’m not a user
I’m no degenerate
Not a cheater - not a killer
I’m no degenerate
Not stealing, wheeling and dealing
I’m no degenerate
and I don’t need your stamp on my head

So don’t put the judge on me
If I don’t smile pretty
I’m just trying to survive
Find a reason to stay alive
If I disturb your peace
Just let me pass on by
Don’t call the police
They just might shoot me down
Just for playing my radio loud

But I’m no degenerate
I’m not greedy - I’m not a user
I’m no degenerate
Not a cheater - not a killer
I’m no degenerate
Not stealing, wheeling and dealing
Not trying to fight, I’m just blocking you out
With the radio loud

[BRIDGE]
[CHORUS]

I’m not trying to fight, I’m just blocking you out
with the radio loud

I got my radio loud
I got the KOOP and the Radio 101
I got the KVRX playing that sick metal
I got the KAOS
Track Name: Ants In My Pants
Everybody’s asking me
What does it take to be happy?
I’m no one to say
What does that mean anyway?
You wanna do right, you wanna be true
You wanna stick with it and see it through
But it’s not really you
If you’re asking me what to do

Don’t care if you don’t care
Hit the road if you don’t wanna be there
Take it off if you don’t wanna wear it
Put the plug in your ear if you don’t wanna hear it
It’s okay don’t care
Hit the road if you don’t wanna be there
Don’t hang around where they make you feel dumb
Step to the street and stick out your thumb

I don’t know about anybody else
I’m speaking for myself
and I got

Ants in my pants and I need to dance
I’m looking for a new romance
Stepping out of my circumstance
I’m looking for a new romance
I need to dance
I’m looking for a new romance
Stepping out of my circumstance
Looking for a new romance

So you really wanna make it
Okay, but you might have to fake it
Then when everybody gets on it
You might find it’s not what you wanted
Sometimes you just can’t win
I got no secret medicine
I do relate to the rut you’re in
But I can’t sit and listen
cuz I got

Ants in my pants and I need to dance
I’m lookin for a new romance
Steppin’ out of my circumstance
Lookin for a new romance
I need to dance
I'm looking for a new romance
Stepping out of my circumstance
Looking for a new romance

I don’t know about anybody else, am I talking to myself?
Do you got

Ants in your pants do ya need to dance?
Are you looking for a new romance?
Step on out of your circumstance
Let’s go looking for a new romance

Do you need to dance?
Are you looking for a new romance
Step on out of your circumstance
Let's go looking for a new romance
a new romance - new romance
Track Name: Girl Next Door
Why can’t you be like the girl next door?

Mom’s giving me the evil eye
I was her worst mistake
I wasn’t meant to be, I’m just a
pill she forgot to take
When I come home in the same clothes
I wore the day before
Raid the fridge, put up my feet
throw my shit on the floor
I sit and wait for the evil eye and the
Snoot up in the air
and something that’s hung on the tip of her tongue
Too bad I don’t care

Mommy hates me! Mommy hates me!
She can’t stand me anymore
She’s disgusted! We've discussed it
She’s gonna trade me for the girl next door

Why can’t you be like the girl next door?

Mom’s giving me the evil eye
I was her worst mistake
I’m not the dolly she always wanted
to go with the Easy-Bake
She hates the way I look – and the
way I see right through
When she chats on the telephone
Pretending everything is cool

Why do you have to dress like trash
and run around with that jerk
She’s gonna take away all my stuff
And make me go to church

Mommy hates me! Mommy hates me!
I was her worst mistake
Mommy hates me! Mommy hates me!
I’m just a pill she forgot to take

Why can’t you be like the girl next door?
Track Name: Bye Bye Idiot
Bye bye idiot
I hope you get those new shoes real soon
Bye bye idiot
I hope you get some new tires on your shitty car
Bye bye idiot
I hope you get those shiny rims that spin around
Until then, I'm checking out, and I'll see ya 'round

You had everything
but you couldn’t be happy with that
so you cut it all down to nothing
now that’s what you get
You need things, you need stuff
to make it happen but it’s never enough
Bye bye idiot

Drive me around in circles
Chasing your tail, still looking for the one
There’s no genie in that bottle

Bye bye idiot
I hope you get those new shoes real soon
Bye bye idiot
I hope you get some new tires on your shitty car
Bye bye idiot
I hope you get those shiny rims that spin around
Until then, I'm checking out
Track Name: Unsatisfied
Unsatisfied
Unsatisfied

I don't know what I'm feeling
Can't explain just what I want
But there's something I'm needing
And it's more than what I've got

I got a need for action
This one-two punch is ready to roll
So gimme some satisfaction
Rev your engine, come on let’s go

It's not a crime to be unsatisfied
Bored and restless, bound and tied
Doing time, going out of my mind
Going under, I'm nothing but unsatisfied
Unsatisfied
Unsatisfied

Don’t wanna take what I’m given
I’ll rip it off and call it mine
There’s more to life than just living
So shake it up for me one more time

It's not a crime to be / unsatisfied
Bored and restless / bound and tied
Doing time, going out of my mind
Going under, I'm nothing but unsatisfied
Unsatisfied
Unsatisfied
Track Name: 12th and Chicon
Friday night on the east side
The Swan was rockin, I had a good time
They said don’t go to that part of town
But the Chumps threw down and everything was fine
Then came a noise from the Flash Boys
and my girls went kinda wild
Took a swing at the fatty from San Antone
Fat Dallas screamed you better leave her alone
A Lone Star hit me upside the head
I spun around, and somebody said

12th and Chicon! 12th and Chicon!
Go mama go daddy do your thing
12th and Chicon! 12th and Chicon!
East side people just do your thing

Crazy lady in the middle of the road
Spitting on cars if you don’t pay the toll
Hobo Joe with a wheelie-cart load
It’s all down hill so he’s on a roll
Big Daddy Long Legs shuckin’ jive
I’ll be lucky if I get home alive

12th and Chicon! 12th and Chicon!
Go mama go daddy do your thing
12th and Chicon! 12th and Chicon!
East side people just do your thing

Big Mama’s at the bus stop
Twisting a tube top
Big Daddy’s in the alley
Counting up the tally

Go mama go daddy do your thing
East side people just do your thing
I don’t come over here to drop a dime
I just come over to have a good time

12th and Chicon
Trying to find my way home - from 12th and Chicon
Always gotta push my luck
Once again I'm on my own - down 12th and Chicon
12th and Chicon
Trying to find my way home - from 12th and Chicon
Always gotta push my luck
Once again I'm on my own
12th and Chicon, 12th and Chicon
12th and Chicon, 12th and Chicon
Track Name: Handbasket
Everybody get in the hand-basket
We’re all going to hell
Come on everybody get in the hand-basket
We’re all going to hell

The country’s turning into Sodom and Gomorrah
The tap water’s flowing with AIDS and gonorrhea
Just like France, we’re gonna be a Land of Homos
You have to ask, where did my country go?
and who’s to blame?

It’s the immigrants! It’s the Mexicans!
It’s the faggots! And the Lesbians!
It’s the Liberals! And Libertarians!
The intellectuals! The librarians!

So what do we do? Well here’s the plan
Stock up on guns and buy farm land
Run to the people who think like you
and we’ll see you in hell

Everybody get in the hand-basket
We’re all going to hell
Come on everybody get in the hand-basket
We’re all going to hell

With the trannies! And the indigents!
And the atheists! and the Indians!
And the anarchists! and the Aquarians!
and the pot heads! and vegetarians!

Everybody get in the hand-basket
We’re all going to hell
Come on everybody get in the hand-basket
We’re all going to hell

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