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Gliders (ALBUM)

by Milk For The Angry.

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    Dance music for the recently possessed, San Francisco's Milk for the Angry blends rock n roll with wiry guitar lines and plenty of bounce. Like a beach party during the apocalypse - it's exactly where you'd want to be. A little glam, a little garage, a lotta good tunes. Perfect for nights of stargazing with your punk friends. Or fist fights with your nerd friends. Good for vans.

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Skin & Bones 02:47
Foot loose crazy on another fine evening, when the sun goes down the people light up. Moonlight mating in the summertime heat and you can even hear the musical howls. Skin & bones, play in the night. Who’s that lady? She’s the one of my dreams and I can feel the sleazy leaving my mouth. Monsoon season in the world of my feelings which is such a lovely break from the drought. Skin & bones, play in the night. What’s this feeling that slowly grows inside my chest? I can feel the pull of the animal I am. What’s this feeling that slowly grows inside my chest? I keep losing control of my bones, BONES! All you freaks are gonna hit the ground running when the bats come out to feed on the bugs. So damn sweaty with the Friday night fever that you’re swimming to the beat of the drums. Don’t you know my skin & bones, play in the night? D
Demonize 04:30
Dark shades, shiny shoes, gold teeth, Brioni suits. The big cheese is comin’ strong. They got a lot, but want some more. Demonize. A long day of living large, he’s gonna hit the whiskey hard. The first taste, a second pour, he’s off the leash, he wants a war. Demonize. I feel my whole existence struggling to stay here. I see my home just slowly circling the drain. They’ll be a storm to come and wipe them from the ages. And send them all just running right into the bay. Running the game, by fault. Running the game, by fault. He’s got the wife and twenty cars. A full cheek of caviar. If only he could be stopped we wouldn’t have to live in slums.
Medicine Man 04:41
Walls lined with cupboards full of thrills. Made of pink ivory from the hills. We drank the potion from our hands and watched flying colors start to dance. Medicine Man. Rose colored porcelain covered tables. Lit up by the orchards glowing leaves. Songs from the ladybird overhead. Looks like the medicine’s kickin’ in. Medicine Man. The smell of the cauldrons bubbling marrow sings through the orchard in the night. Wings of the Maltese fly in circles, there with the spirits in the sky. And awake till the morning works this fellow, casting his spells under the moon.
You left the city in a hurry to escape to the woods and let loose, let loose for the weekend to come. The only person that you saw when you were out on the road was a creepy lookin’ old man out there wearin’ a hood. You drove alone into the dark. Into the thunder and rain. A hundred miles into the nowhere, just so that you could be alone. Super Manticore. You saw a shadow out there waving from the side of the road and had to choose, had to choose whether to stop or to go. The opportunity to help a stranger knocked on the door and look at you, look at you, you just opened it up. You pulled the car over to stop. There stood a towering shape. It wasn’t long until you noticed, it was even human though. Super Manticore. What a scene, what a scene, like you’ve not seen before. You’re running naked through the forest from a monstrous roar. Keep it moving, keep on hoping that you’ll live but you’ll not. You better scream, better scream, it’s the last one you’ve got. You fell on down into the marsh and looked around in dismay. You really might have thought you’d lost it. Until it rose up from the mud. Super Manticore.
I started seeing your eyes all around. You’re watching closely from afar in the crowd. When from a distance you cried out my name and then whistleblower, you blew me away. Whistleblower you’re blue in the face. Whistleblower how you blew me away. It’s hard to see when your eye’s on the ground. I took to stealing like I was owed it somehow. It wasn’t easy white knuckling each day and then whistleblower, you blew me away. You’re a living photograph of what I’ll never be. You’re all kinds of sorry now alone in your old age. We’ve all taken notice of the colours you’ve displayed. Go on feeling sorry now and wash away the stains.
Snake Eyes! 03:36
I never wanted, never wanted to be the kinda guy with the bad vibes. Keep trying to prove that I’m a creature of luck but I keep rolling the same dice. Snake Eyes! Falling from my palm while the devil sings along to my demise. Surprise. Always seems to come when I really think I’m having a good life. I find it funny when somebody will tell me I’m lucky to be alive. Don’t try to fool me into thinking I’m happy when I barely can survive. Nowhere to run. Snake Eyes. Nowhere to hide. Oh no! Snake Eyes. Rattlers around they go, see them rattling down below. Gotta love losing if you’re gonna be happy and believe in the upside. But that’s too confusing and Im down on my luck so I’ll just never go outside.
Patience 03:30
I’ve read the rules and I’ve seen the signs, their message has been burned inside my mind. And I said goodbye to my every dime when I spent em all on Sudafed last night. They say that everything I do is wrong. I would care but that just takes too long. I need more patience. Everything I do is wrong. The lazy man will wilt and die while the driven one will laugh at his demise. Well maybe it’s just me but I’d prefer to never have to pick a side.
Who decides the mighty golden rule? Lay your weary eyes upon the clues. Pleasures undermine the search for truth. Land of golden fiction. Pleasures overdone. Marigold magicians slandering the sun. Who designed the minds of all the fools? Staying just a servant to the muse.
You have angered the tyrant. You committed deceit. You’ll be fed to the lions. You’ll be stuck in their teeth. You’ll be living in silence. You’ll have nothing to see. You’ll be there with the lights out. But there’s no falling asleep. Your weight in gold will satisfy the master’s eyes. No way to know what looms inside his evil mind. You have angered the tyrant. You’ve committed deceit. You’ll be thrown in the ocean with a weight on your feet.
Up The Walls 04:41
Well I knew I had it coming, but I did not know how much. Now I feel the bolts of lightning, as they are lighting me up like a bulb. So I’ll scream, I’ll scream, I’ll scream now. But I am screaming at no one. And like the fiercest Bengal tiger I’ll be climbing up the walls, up the walls. I got a feeling that I look like a mad man, but I’ve got a reason I’m falling apart. And though I know I oughta hold it together, I’m on a leash that’s tied to a bomb. So I’ll breathe, I’ll breathe, I’ll breathe now. But I am breathing through a straw. And after years of all this pressure, I gotta leave cuz I’m at a loss, a loss. Climbing up the walls.


released July 24, 2020

Produced & Recorded by: Dana Lindstrom

Mixed: Donut Time Audio in Oakland, CA by Christopher Daddio

Mastered by: Myles Boisen at Headless Buddah

Album Cover Art by: Micah Norman


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Milk For The Angry. San Francisco, California

a psychedelic hieroglyphic from San Francisco, CA 🌚

Dana Lindstrom -gtr/ vox
Natasha Bailey - drums
Kyle Stringer - bass
Jackson Langford -gtr

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