This Life is Where You Get Fucked (2008)

by Rabbit Junk

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This Life is Where You Get Fucked is Rabbit Junk’s third album, released in 2008 on Full Effect Recordings. This album is a concept album, split into thirds. Each third carries a different musical style and a different theme: tracks 1-4, The Struggle, deal with war and struggle, and combine melodic death metal with drum and bass; tracks 5-8, Ghetto Blasphemer, are inspired by the works of H.P. Lovecraft, and combine black metal with West Coast hip-hop; and tracks 9-12, This Death is Where You Get Life, are about Seattle cyclists living lives of crime, and combine punk, death metal, and gabber.

Rabbit Junk’s 2010 album Project Nonagon is a direct sequel to this album, also split into thirds that are all sequels to this album’s sections.

JP Anderson on the album’s re-release:

“The concept: album split into three parts, each which explore a different combination of electronic and rock fusion and lyrical topic, roughly corresponding to "living, dying, and rebirth”. This record was originally released by Full Effect Records right in the maelstrom of 2008’s “great recession”. Our personal lives were pretty wrecked as well. Needles to say, the album title is pretty fitting haha! The album was a “compromise” in that the keys and loops were mixed low to make it sound more like a “rock record”. The result was that is deviated pretty substantially from what we had intended. Also, I can admit now that our knowledge of the social world at the time may not have been up to the task of the social commentary we attempted. But, as the album implies, you live and learn. Man, did we learn! And live! Ouch! This life IS where you get f’d ; )"

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released May 5, 2008

Produced by JP Anderson and Brian Valentino (RIP). Originally released by Full effect Records in 2008. Released here by permission. Additional guitars on tracks 2 and 4 by Coleman Thornberg (RIP?).

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With a rare ability to fuse metal, punk, EDM, urban, and film score into a cohesive signature sound, Rabbit Junk are as difficult to pin down as they are infectious to listen to. Based in Seattle, USA. Members = JP (words, music, producer, guitar, vocals) and Sum Grrl(s) (vocals). ... more

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Track Name: Hero in Mr Sholensk
I took him down

Just keep on walking
Every step is a declaration
They couldn't kill me
But still I'm only half-alive

My other self
Locked away in desperation
I dare not hope
But hope is all that keeps me moving

So I walk all night
So I walk all night
So I walk all night

I lived as a coward once
I must find my resolve
I lived as a coward once
I must find my resolve

I took him down
Not knowing if he would kill me
Ran head-first at the wire
And threw myself over

And I ran all night
Memories, memories, memories
And I ran all night
Memories, memories

What will I find when I get there
If I ever do?
Will I find them waiting
Or just bodies in the ground?

I must stop feeling
The pain will overwhelm me
I must keep walking
Forever in this night

So I walk all night
? find my resolve

I took him down
Not knowing if he would kill me
Ran head-first at the wire
And threw myself over

And I ran all night
Memories, memories, memories
And I ran all night
Memories, memories, memories

I left you, reassured you
Inside, I know I lied
Faith in this world to be civilized
And I cannot rest and I cannot forgive myself

My resolve

I took him down
Not knowing if he would kill me
Ran head-first at the wire
And threw myself over

And I ran all night
Memories, memories, memories
And I ran all night
Memories, memories

I lived as a coward once
I must find my resolve
I lived as a coward once
I must find my resolve
Track Name: Guns
It was the light
The heat
The sweat
The beat

It was the light
The heat
The sweat
The beat

It was the guns

It was the light
The sound
The message
The round
It was the guns
The heat
The timing
It was the beat

I saw you there
Like a light
Another choice
Another fight
Another life
One more chance
To end the night
To get it right
It was the guns

Hunger, sex and violence
Are the only things that still make sense
It was the guns
It was the guns
It was the guns

And I can read you
Like a letter
Every stolen line
Making you look better
It was the guns
The myth
The glitter
The killer
It was the light
The sound
The blindness
All around
It was the skin
The hair
The danger
It was the there
It was the guns

Hunger, sex and violence
Are the only things that still make sense
It was the guns
It was the guns
It was the guns

It was the guns

It was the light
The heat
The sweat
The beat
It was the light
The heat
The sweat
The beat

It was my guns

Hunger, sex and violence
Are the only things that still make sense
Hunger, sex and violence
Are the only things that still make sense
It was the guns

It was the guns
It was the guns
It was the guns

It was the guns
It was the guns
It was the guns

It was the light
The heat
The sweat
The beat
It was the light
The heat
The sweat
The beat
It was the guns
Track Name: The Struggle
I watch tragedies
No dignity
So powerless
I must confess
As I stand by
Never even try
Part of the machine
Never to be clean

I must embrace the struggle

It's not that I dont care
The thought of it rips my soul apart
It's not like I'll never act
I just dont know how to start

Watching it everyday
Is a just punishment that I deserve
I am the hands of the devil
Everyday I sink to a deeper level

I can't
Ignore
The pain
Of doing nothing
No more
The line's
Been drawn
I know what side I'm on
I must embrace the struggle
Track Name: Black
Black!

Pestilent conformity
Holds us back from a greater
Understanding

I am the Gat spawn
The abyssal hero
The sacrificial
Lord of the bitch
Hand of Gomorrah
Sodom's prick
Original Gangsta

Gather 'round my covenant
And chant with me

From the LBC to Helsinki
From the open sky to solitary
From orthodoxy unto anarchy
This is the sound that should not be
Street logic and demonology
Foulest union, most unholy
Will blacken everything, but don't you worry
It's just a little bit of ghetto blasphemy

Feeling Old Testament
Breaking forties on the concrete
Mother Mary voodoo dolls
Pissing in
The well of the souls
808 thunder in the heavens
Welcome to
My irreverence

Gather 'round my covenant
And chant with me

From the LBC to Helsinki
From the open sky to solitary
From orthodoxy unto anarchy
This is the sound that should not be
Street logic and demonology
Foulest union, most unholy
Will blacken everything, but don't you worry
It's just a little bit of ghetto blasphemy

From the LBC to Helsinki
From the open sky to solitary
From orthodoxy unto anarchy
This is the sound that should not be
Street logic and demonology
Foulest union, most unholy
Will blacken everything, but don't you worry
It's just a little bit of ghetto blasphemy

From the LBC to Helsinki
From the open sky to solitary
From orthodoxy unto anarchy
This is the sound that should not be
Street logic and demonology
Foulest union, most unholy
Will blacken everything, but don't you worry
It's just a little bit of ghetto blasphemy
Track Name: Ghetto Blasphemer
Bang!

Analysis of a pop culture cultist
Honey-sweet idolatry of the purist
Each godling rotting on a pedestal
Their children gone feral
And their worshipers bent perpetual
Intellectual
Insulated by their own conviction
Righteous in the mirror of a single opinion
So vulnerable
With their backs turned
Stroking their reflection
Drowning in their vanity

Feels good to be a what, what, what, what
Nothing's holy
Feels good to be a what, what, what, what
That's man-made
Feels good, feels good to be a gangsta
Feels good, feels good
We are the ga-ga-ga-ga
Feels good, feels good to be a gangsta
Feels good, feels good

We are the
Ghetto Blasphemer
And this is what you should fucking fear
Corruption
Of all you hold dear
In a world where nothing is as it appears

Locked away
In the darkest depths
Possibilities
That they fear to contemplate
Where we reside
Forever with our eyes
Looking on as they struggle
Against the rising tide
And there I was, behind it all
In the shadows, in the cracks in the walls
Under beds and inside their heads whispering
That the end is near
Future obsidian
I feed on fear

Feels good to be a what, what, what, what
Nothing's sacred
Feels good to be a what, what, what, what
Your ? wasted
Feels good, feels good to be a gangsta
Feels good, feels good
We are the ga-ga-ga-ga
Feels good, feels good to be a gangsta
Feels good, feels good

We are the
Ghetto Blasphemer
And this is what you should fucking fear
Corruption
Of all you hold dear
In a world where nothing is as it appears

Bang!

Feels good to be a what, what, what, what
Feels good to be a what, what, what, what
I fucking refuse to try and fit in
Feels good, feels good to be a gangsta
Feels good, feels good
We are the ga-ga-ga-ga
Feels good, feels good to be a gangsta
Feels good, feels good

We are the
Ghetto Blasphemer
And this is what you should fucking fear
Corruption
Of all you hold dear
In a world where nothing is as it appears
Track Name: The Collection
Don't forget who drives you onward
It's your fear and need for revenge
And we'll always be here
Watching
Always be here
Watching

My face
Will be the last thing
Your shriveling pupil glints
Before your essence
Becomes one with oblivion
And then your soul is mine
And then your soul is mine

Don't forget who drives you onward
And don't forget who promises
Freedom in
This world of many enemies
And
Have I forgotten myself?
Have I forgotten your gift?
Of madness

Don't forget who gave you purpose
And don't forget who's watching over
You
And we'll always be here

My face
Will be the last thing
You contemplate
Before I eviscerate
Your defenseless body
Like a sheep on a hook
And then your soul is mine
And then your soul is mine

Don't forget who gave you purpose
And don't forget who watches you
Succeed in
This world of many enemies
And
Have I forgotten my self?
Have I forgotten your gift?
Of madness

Always be here
Always be here
Track Name: Holgate
We're gonna bike, we're gonna bike this bitch to death
We're gonna bike, we're gonna bike this bitch to death

Why should we be the ones
To move aside for you?
Always someone on my ass
Trying to get where they're going to

Well, nothing's gonna stop me
I never back down from a fight
And I've just got one thing to say and that's
Fuck your red light

We're gonna bike, bike this bitch to death
We're gonna bike, bike this bitch to death
We're gonna bike, bike this bitch to death
We're gonna bike, bike this bitch to death

Let's do it
Let's do it
Deep breaths and sink to the bottom
Get closer
Get up there
Reach the top and taste the air
Yeah, uh, hey
Yeah, uh, hey

We're gonna bike (we're gonna bike), bike this bitch to death
We're gonna bike (we're gonna bike), we're gonna bike this bitch to death
We're gonna bike (we're gonna bike), bike this bitch to death
We're gonna bike (we're gonna bike), we're gonna bike this bitch to death

Faster, faster
You won't move me
Faster, faster
You won't move me
Down the other side

Two, three, four

Let's do it
No stopping
This body was made for dying
To the top now
Don't know how
Make it home or die trying

Yeah, uh, hey
Yeah, uh, hey

We're gonna bike (we're gonna bike), bike this bitch to death
We're gonna bike (we're gonna bike), we're gonna bike this bitch to death
We're gonna bike (we're gonna bike), bike this bitch to death
We're gonna bike (we're gonna bike), we're gonna bike this bitch to death
Track Name: Death of a Bike Thief
I'm a thug tonight
Full of piss and spite
When I'm feeling like being impolite
'Cause some fuck stole my bike
And I had to walk here tonight
So I'm looking for an unfair fight

(One, two, three, four)

Death of a bike thief (Whoa)
Death of a bike thief, death of a bike thief
You wanna see my inner hooligan?
Just make me walks the streets again
Without my two-wheel temple
I miss my, my bicycle

Was all I had
And now she's in
Another man's hands
Heading for the pawn
In Oregon
We had good times - bye, babe, so long

(One, two, three, four)

Death of a bike thief (Whoa)
Death of a bike thief, death of a bike thief
You wanna see my inner hooligan?
Just make me walks the streets again
Without my two-wheel temple
I miss my, my bicycle

Was all I ever, ever had
It was all I had
So now you die
Now you die

Yeah, so, like, my bike got stolen and now it's totally gutted, you know? You know, it's got cracked rims and a waterlogged seat and no rear cog - only one pedal, actually only one left handlebar too, and her frame was cracked, and her chain was all rusty
And her tires were flat, her spokes were missing and shit, but, man, she was mine and I fucking miss her, you know?

Death of a bike thief (Whoa)
Death of a bike thief, death of a bike thief
You wanna see my inner hooligan?
Just make me walks the streets again
Without my two-wheel temple
I miss my, my bicycle

Was all I had
So now you die
Now you die
Die, motherfucker
Die, motherfucker
Die, motherfucker
Die, motherfucker, die
Track Name: Roadside Art
An easy life that went too fast
And now I'm wishing for the past
Looking at all my life
I feel an emptiness inside
An easy life that went too fast
Now I'm wishing for the past
I feel an emptiness inside

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

You are the one for me
Together we'll make a painting
Of blood and steel twisted
Smoke rising like lost wishes
I saw your face in my dreams
Running me over
I was lost but you found me

An easy life that went too fast
And now I'm wishing for the past
Looking at all my life
I feel an emptiness inside
Will I wish for a second chance
To roll the dice, to have the chance


You are the one for me
Together we'll make a painting
Of blood and steel twisted
Smoke rising like lost wishes
I saw your face in my dreams
Running me over
I was lost but you found me

Pray! You're the one, one for me!
PREY! You're the one, one for me!

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Close my eyes and get this feeling
That my dreams have been secretly stealing
All the joy and all the purpose
Have I been waiting for it all to surface?

At the end will I have done it right?
Stayed true and fought the good fight
Got back up when I have fell
I just hope it all ends well

You are the one for me
Together we'll make a painting
Of blood and steel twisted
Smoke rising like lost wishes
I saw your face in my dreams
Running me over
I was lost but you found me