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Public Freakout Compilation

by Big Bill

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1.
Coma 01:58
I’m in a coma in Oklahoma I took a loan out until it ran out My sister gave up, I tried to save up I can’t be near you, but I can hear you Yep yep yep yep yep yep yep yep yep Yep yep yep yep yep yep yep yep yep Exxon cowboy submarine Happy family eating ice cream My pickup, turned up, at a Pizza Hut -- Radio stolen I’m in a coma in Oklahoma I’m overcome by pain and nausea I’m floating over Arizona I died while waiting for a car in Ohio I swallowed a pig That’s what I did
2.
Gravestones are on sale Buy one get one free If you’re broken inside Have a cuppa the coffee Take the next right At the stoplight Take a human life Take a life humanely Take a life humanely When you think you’re ready It’s all just for show It’s all make-believe If your tongue is tied Type a letter for me Vultures eat the corpses Preachers drive the Porsches The pool was never open Never open to the public I’m so excited To be extradited Take the next right At the stoplight Take a human life Take a life humanely Take the next right (Next right) At the stop light (Stop light) Take a human life (Human life) Take a life humanely (What a time to be dead) Take a life humanely (What a time to be dead) When you think you’re ready (What a time to be) Is this a real life? (Could I be saved by a lifeguard?) Is this a real life? (Could I be dead in a sports car) Is this a real life? (Could I be saved by a lifeguard?) Is this a real life? (Could I be dead in a sports car) Is this a real life? Is this a real life? Is this a real life? Is this a real life?
3.
Society Man 02:35
Blackstrap molasses You want affection from the masses Just forget it it’s whatever It’s nothing nothing nothing nothing Maybe you’ll die in a motorcar crash On your weekly trip to the drug store Heaven forbid you would drive too fast While having racing thoughts in your mind Do you have your photo ID? There’s something to be said for sitting in the dark But I’m pretty sure I saw this movie last year Evidence I can’t be seen insulted in the residence We need a macho charismatic president They put your face on a T-shirt They’re selling the shirt The shirt was 17.99 Do you have your photo ID? Third place in the rat race You want some wine I got a whole case Take some xannies it’s whatever It’s nothing nothing nothing nothing Maybe you’ll die in a motorcar crash On your weekly trip to the drug store Heaven forbid you would drive too fast While having racing thoughts in your mind Do you have your photo ID?
4.
Staring at the fire (Tah tah tah tah) Feels so good Fulfilling my desire (Tah tah tah tah) I wish I could Saying the pledge Alone in my room Looking at boxes In the afternoon Forget about Monday Forget about Monday It’s always stressful just because I didn’t know what day it was Times are tough I guess it’s true I’ll sell my mansion to you Forget about Monday Forget about Monday (Forget about Monday) I see every day the same They’re all the same to me The box it should be in the mail But it’s all in the street And I’m so lucky that my trash can is full You looked at me and just saw a skull And the whole world hates my guts But Sunday’s all right (Sunday’s all right) Sunday’s all right Sunday’s all right (all right all right all right all right all right all right all right) Forget about Monday (On Sunday) Forget about Monday (Might not even come anyway) Forget about Monday (On Sunday) Forget about Monday Forget about Monday Forget about Monday Forget about Monday Forget about Monday
5.
Hawk 02:15
Just a hawk (hawk!) looking at a field Just a hawk (hawk!) looking at a field Just a hawk (hawk!) looking at a field Just a hawk Eye in the sky Eye in the sky In the sky Eye in the sky Just a hawk (hawk!) looking at a field Just a hawk (hawk!) looking at a field Just a hawk (hawk!) looking at a field Just a hawk (hawk!) looking at a Field Cool guy I’ll set you up Palm tree in a parking lot Chemtrail coming down my block The game starts at five o’clock And there’s a shadow on the field There’s a shadow on the field There’s a shadow on the field There’s a shadow on the field Just a hawk (hawk!) looking at a field Just a hawk (hawk!) looking at a field Just a hawk (hawk!) looking at a field Just a hawk
6.
Picture 03:34
He’s staring at a bank From the ruins of a drinking water tank And every building’s a new hue for your paintbrush And every morning’s a new dream for your picture So make a picture (whoa whoa) So good (whoa whoa) That you might be Finally understood He’s running down the street And the ashes are falling so sweet But the only thing on your mind now Is her facemask in the dark And I think I gotta go lie down On the train tracks in the dark Make a picture So good That you might be Finally understood Picture (whoa whoa) So good (whoa whoa) That you might be Understood Picture picture Thank you so much So good (thank you so much)
7.
Don’t throw stones into me I am the sea, be nice to me I am a bucking bull Get off my back, I won't be treated like that No, no, no, no Can’t fake it Can’t make it Almost everybody will never know the real me Almost everybody will never know the real me My tempo’s adagio My tempo! If I do a bad job, I quickly let it go. Almost everybody Will never know Don’t pledge yourself to me I’m born to be Beyond belief I heard them talking Loud on the phone Life is a drone One by one Taking pictures of the coliseum Almost everybody will never know the real me Almost everybody will never know the real me Will never know the real me I’m a puzzle
8.
Humanoids 03:05
Time will tell if intelligence is common in the universe I’d like to think we’re not here all alone Might as well wave a flag and stick around to watch the fireworks The economy Will give the eulogy And I don’t know why They want us to die But I think it’d be okay If our species went away After all, there may be humanoids Beyond the Milky Way I accept that I will die An individual demise So just like my own life A culture can’t survive Made only for our eyes I don't know if the corporations ever were the masterminds I’d like to think we never had a choice Do-si-do, grab your partner Promenade into the afterlife The economy Will give the eulogy And I don’t know why They want us to die But I think it’d be okay If our species went away After all, there may be humanoids Beyond the Milky Way I accept that I will die An individual demise So just like my own life A culture can’t survive Made only for our eyes
9.
Tommy 02:35
Last bus to Birmingham Tommy’s life just began His bus pass in his hand Tommy’s done playing pretend Tommy’s on the road again Tommy Tommy Tommy Tommy Tommy Tommy When the sun started to burn That’s when Tommy took his turn Leaving everything behind He was dreaming of a time When the older folks were staring in awe And the children turned all them onto God Tommy fought a Holy War Tommy Tommy Tommy Tommy Tommy Tommy What’s that sound? What’s that sound? What’s that sound? What’s that sound?
10.
33⅓ 02:58
Down on myself I don't care what happens to me Neglecting my health I can't find a way to be free No one listens to me Not my friends or family Dead weight Can’t wait to be by myself Sounds great Pretending to be someone else I found the will to live On a thirty-three and a third LP Found out what I'd give To hear ancient voices speak through me Found the will to live Rock and roll forever, let's have fun together Slept on the bus Now I don’t know when to get off I tried to say it like I wanted to say It didn’t come out that way I’m awake Piece of cake I found the will to live On a thirty-three and a third LP Found out what I'd give To hear ancient voices speak through me Found out what I’d give Rock and roll forever, let's have fun together

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When the world’s burning, and our existence seems more puny and senseless than ever, the only thing left to do is to lean into the absurdity. Enter: Big Bill—Austin’s part beautiful, part ridiculous freak-punk four-piece who are coaxing their listeners from numbness to exhilaration, even while the world’s crumbling before us.

Listening to their second album Public Freakout Compilation, which opens with singer Eric’s Cartman-core vocals, you’ll feel a bizarre yet aching appreciation for being alive. While it might sound like a sonic shitpost—”or a shitty YouTube compilation you might stumble onto late at night,” in Eric’s words—the message at its core is unassumingly earnest.Produced by a dream team of Erik Wofford, Stuart Sikes, Danny Reisch, Michael Landon, and Dan Duszynski in studios in and around Austin, their second album offers a much broader palette and emotional range.

But more than any other, the track ‘Picture’ provides insight into the heart of the band, as it takes the perspective of an artist in a post-apocalyptic world, trying to find meaning among the Earth’s scorched remains. “That is, trying to keep looking at things in that way which isn't cynical, but open and, ya know, kind of like trying to see deeper,” says Eric. “ A tree isn't just a tree; it's a bundle of cells, it's the result of a seed collecting water and CO2 and building itself; it's a recycler of energy; a translator of matter.” Even when the subject matter could be dreary, Big Bill always lands on a positive conclusion; a way to lift themselves, and their listener, out of despair and into hope.

--Emma Madden

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released June 10, 2022

All songs written and performed by Big Bill.

Eric Braden - Vocals
Cody Braden - Guitar, vocals
Alex Riegelman - Bass, vocals
Alan Lauer - Drums

Production (recording & mixing):
Erik Wofford - Tracks 3,8
Stuart Sikes - Tracks 4,6
Danny Reisch - Tracks 2,9
John Michael Landon - Tracks 1,5
Dan Duszynski - Tracks 7,10

Album master - Matthew Barnhart at Chicago Mastering Service.

Cover art - Dang Wayne Olsen
Back cover art - Taylor W. Rushing

Released on Spaceflight Records

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Big Bill Austin, Texas

Influenced by the deadpan irreverence of The Monks and Talking Heads, Big Bill is known for their darkly comic, nervy take on punk rock. Though their brain-altering live show remains a huge part of their DNA, Big Bill's music has evolved across many lineup changes, stretching from the rawest, weirdest punk into shades of country, new wave and even quasi-classic rock. ... more

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