In De Goot

by Formerly Un-Named

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released December 25, 2009

All songs written, arranged and performed by Formerly Un-Named
All tracks recorded, mixed and produced by Formerly Un-Named at Habooyee & The Captain's Cave
Engineered by Dave & Dave
p & c 2009 F.U. Tunes. All rights reserved.

The following people are Formerly Un-Named:

CRAIG COSTELLO: vocals & synthesizers

DAVE SPRINGALL: guitar

DAVE HUYCK: bass

ERIC FIELD: drums

CD artwork by Craig

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Formerly Un-Named Syracuse, New York

Formerly Un-Named is a constant reinvention of itself. An ongoing evolution. No one song sounds like the next. It's like a jukebox full of songs you've never heard before.

An eclectic mix of classic sounds, soaked in grunge, and wrapped up in a quilt comprised of undergarments that were thrown on stage at a Frank Zappa concert. You'll love it.
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Track Name: Insignificant
You pine away as you whine your way through life.
You'd fly away but you're cursed and always think twice.
You'd find a way if you had time to play.
But you've thrown that away and will get nothing in exchange.

You want so much
just to shake things up.
You try so hard
but have to make things up.
So Insignificant

Don't put all your eggs in one basket
but expect the same from your loyalty
You're not royalty. No shrine just a casket!
If you're asking for acceptance, don't you look to me.

You want so much
just to shake things up.
You try so hard
but have to make things up.
So Insignificant
Track Name: iLL aMERICA
Everybody's talking 'bout the ill America
but they don't know what it's like.
They think it's full of hair-dos that are scared of terror and
I say we show'em what it's like!
I work hard, way too hard, too damn hard to have only come this far.
I won't quit, cause this is it. If this is sick, then I stick with it!

Welcome to iLL America

Open your eyes and close the doors to ill America.
Don't let them back inside!
They don't know who or what or why or wherica.
They just believe it ain't right.
We've worked hard, way too hard, too damn hard to just let our own starve.
We throw fits over little zits on the ass of the earth, while back home it goes to shit!

Welcome to iLL America

Raise a glass to iLL America
Track Name: Beautiful Day to Tear You Apart
You've been trippin' on the same damn thing for so long.
You just can't stand the thought of singing a slow song...what could go wrong?
I've been trying so damn hard to show you
these people that you call friends...they don't know you. They control you.

You've left me light but un-lifted.
I feel like my heart has been sifted
thoroughly of its purity and re-gifted.
Now, all but my tongue is twisted...I resisited.

I've walked across this burning bridge just to meet you.
If you would walk half way, I would greet you.
You're unwilling to take that step through fear and regret.
These days you won't forget, but they'll defeat you...and deplete you.

Left hanging and stranded.
With your dishonesty I've been branded.

It's a beautiful day to tear you apart and expose you for exactly who you are.
It's a beautiful day to take shit from someone who knows you...and I know you.
Track Name: My Climb
What ever happened to the happy days?
What ever happened to the purple in my haze?
I never took too kindly to change.
But it likes me and it's calling my name.

I will pave my way to the next day.
I just bide my time and find a way to evade the fray...
as I continue my climb.

The pain within my train of thought
has not persuaded me to walk
away from all that I was taught.
I won't be found 'til I get lost!

I will pave my way to the next day.
I just bide my time and find a way to evade the fray...
as I continue my climb.
Track Name: In the Meat
There's something in the meat
that makes you feel like you're a superstar.
It'll make you say “I'm gonna go far!”
It'll make you think that you're an acrobat!
“I'll never get fat.”

There's something in the meat we eat and it stings.
It shapes our shape and the way we think.
It's in the meat we eat and the drinks.
It shapes our shape and the way we think.

And they are never gonna feed you again without making sure you're part of the plan.

There's something in the meat
that makes you feel like you need punishing.
It makes you think up an apology.
It'll make you think that you are crazy!
Or just fat and lazy.

There's something in the meat we eat and it stings.
It shapes our shape and the way we think.
It's in the meat we eat and the drinks.
It shapes our shape and the way we think.

And they are never gonna feed you again without making sure you're part of the plan.
Track Name: Inside Job
Never wanted it to end this way.
But you got caught up in it.
The dream and memory fade...
and you went with it.

Never thought that I would see the day
when your eyes would turn to gray.
A cracked smile remains.
But you are not the same.

I know every little thing about you.
The things you hide.
I know every evil thing about you.
You'll never slip away, cause I'm on the inside.

I can see you in my rear-view mirror but I ain't turning back.
The road ahead is looking clearer since you and I lost track.
Track Name: Disgustache
You've blown it and it shows
as it festers just beneath your nose.
On that gigantic push broom
you've grown.

That's not a mustache!
That's a disgustache!

I can tell what was on your plate.
You can smell what was on your date.
You tempt fate when you create
a pubic forest on your face.

That's not a mustache!
That's a disgustache!

Nose neighbor...trash stash...crumb catcher...nose bug...

You are the walrus!