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A Single Unifying Theory

by Small Arms Dealer

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i'm burnt out. like a corpse in a campfire. all i got is time. there is something. in the eyes of a child. it may rust and fade. but it can never die. if i knew then everything that i know now i'd never blink again. i'm caught in a nose dive. no one escapes. no one makes it out alive. just like a fire in the mine. you can't make me go home. i don't need a hand to hold. when i'm ready to go. you will be the first to know and i will see that this place is laid to waste. ain't it a shame. i've been wearing my heart taped on my sleeve. i'm not afraid of the dark. but i'm wary of sleep. i'm dried up. like the corpse of a vampire. time is on my side. i know i am burning. i can't feel the flames, but you can see the smoke for miles. just like a fire in the mine. you can't make me go home. i don't need a hand to hold. when i'm ready to go. you will be the first to know. hell no, i won't do what i'm told. 'cuz i know, i'll be dead before i'm old. and i will see that this place. is laid to waste. ain't it a shame. ain't it a shame. ain't it a shame. maybe i'm to blame. i've changed now, like it's the curse of the full moon. the night is mine. i'm like a werewolf, with the mind of a child. you can plead and cry. all i can do is smile. if i could teach you everything that i know now, you'd never breathe again. we've been stepping on landmines. we've made mistakes, and now we're gonna fucking die. a bullet between the eyes. you can't make me go home. i don't need a hand to hold. when i'm ready to go, you will be the first to know. and i will see that this place is laid to waste. and they will rue the day, as we dance upon their graves. ain't it a shame. baby not to me
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Pagansong 03:01
if the shoe fits, they say wear it. i say fuck them, i say fuck this. i've got two hands, make that two fists. you won't like me when i'm like this. i could really care less about that. i say what i say, i say what i want. all i ask is that you bury me deep. at least... thirteen feet under the ground. i won't make a sound. i promise you this. i have witnessed, my own train wreck. leaves a bad taste, and a stiff neck. but my backbone, is the backbeat. i'm still breathing, i am dead meat. i won't even make you take it back. i don't care what you say, mind what you say. all i ask is that you bury me deep. so i can get some sleep. i won't make a peep. when i'm thirteen feet under the ground. i won't make a sound. i promise you this
3.
when the shooting starts, we kill what moves. we deal in lead, we deal in lead. we got our dancing shoes, we kill what moves. we deal in lead. we've got our backs to the swarm. we got some work to do, we've got our small arms drawn, hot lead for you. stopped hearts... make you drop dead. exploding thoughts explode your head. when the killing stops, we are not moved. we deal in lead, we deal in lead. when the music stops, we are not bruised. can't say the same for you. we deal in lead, we deal in lead. gets in your head, don't it? you'd pull it out but you shouldn't. it's in your heart like a fucking bullet. you don't dare, you don't dare, you don't dare. time-bombs... in the shape of men. your god can't save you now. we deal in lead
4.
they can't be trusted but i can, how did it come to this? you're maladjusted like i am, you're wearing it on your wrists. you feel frustrated and it's not fair, but fairness ain't worth a shit. gave up on living long ago, oh no!. (not me) you can give in if you want to. (not me) razor blades and running water. (not me) but hey, i'm no messiah. (maybe you) maybe you. (not me) might not make it to valhalla. (maybe) a body bag in tijuana. (i know) it's over when it's over. (maybe now) maybe not. life can't be rushed because it takes time, things won't always work out. one bad mistake can cause a landslide, you bury yourself in doubt. you claw and scrape for air, you'll dig yourself out i swear. why not try living one more time? i'm not the boss of you. (not me) you can give in if you want to. (not me) razor blades and running water. (not me) but hey, i'm no messiah. (maybe you) maybe you. (not me) might not make it to valhalla. (maybe) a body bag in tijuana. (i know) it's over when it's over. (maybe now) maybe not. is life worth living? i can't answer that for you. the advice i'm giving, it's more for me than it is for you. is the truth worth telling? it may be us versus them. but we're winning, saints bow to sinners in the end. so hold up your head my friend
5.
it must've been nice to fight with knives. to really find out what it's like to be alive. must've been a sight, all the horrors of life in the blink of an eye. it's just as well, cuz we're all gonna burn in hell. so long, farewell. i hope you die with a tale to tell. it's not alright to keep it all inside. when you rot out i can't say that i'll be surprised. tonight's the night. rip out the heart and take a bite. it's just as well, cuz we're all gonna burn in hell. so long, farewell. i hope you die with a tale to tell. live while you can. you're wearing thin and you don't wear it well. the world in the palm of your hand. you gotta use everything that you got. make up your mind. break a spine or crack a smile. it's just as well, cuz we're all gonna burn in hell
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forget what i know. remember years ago. a savior by stereo. the one that saved my life. blind to what i've got. use the eyes that time forgot. find that special spot. and make them fear me once again. just like a dracula i take one bite. and i am never satisfied. just like caligula. i am drunk on blood. look into my eyes. man-made monster by design. a jagged broken smile. that sinks into my heart. the pump between my lungs. the one that gets shit done. i'd rather drown in blood, than have it torn out once again. just like a frankenstein. what once was dead returns to life. just like a homicide. i should be a crime. i'll live on and on and on. and sing my twisted victory song. you'll hold your ears when i appear. and it won't be very long. until you're made to fear me once again. just like a holy war. i've been shedding blood in the name of love. it hurts like a motherfuck. to see the light through madmen's eyes. with metal clamps to keep them wide. just like a massacre. no one survives
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you don't understand what i'm saying to you. but you pretend that you do. i don't find that reasonable in a modern society. we've got a lack of communication. we've got a lack of responsibility. life's not fair and it's a bumpy ride. if you don't hold on you'll find yourself left behind. i don't know what you're saying to me. i can't understand a fucking thing you said. it's all greek to me. "yamo tis" means "fuck this". life's not fair and it's a bumpy ride. so keep your chin up motherfucker. have some pride. if you open your eyes real wide. you'll see your life going by. if you're not getting any wiser then you'll be this dumb 'til you die
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i'll be right here for a little while. captive to the kiss of the bathroom tile. it doesn't even cramp my style. i'm back at it again. over and over and over and over again (until i'm dead). as bad as i can be (until i'm dead). there's nothing worse than you and me. did you remember to put one in the chamber? put it to the temple of the one who gave us up. i'll most likely end up in hell. but i'm not going alone (fuck no!). i'm bringing every fucking one i know. it's time to go (let's fucking go). as bad as i can be (let's fucking go). there's nothing worse than you and me. did you remember to put one in the chamber? put it to the temple of the one who gave us up. we'll end up in court. we'll be our own defense. the people of CT vs.. meanwhile in New York. the prosecution rests. they couldn't dig up anything on us. our plea, insanity. how could they prove us wrong?
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you gave me a heart attack. and i tried to give it back. but you were on to me. when you met my father. he was in a coffin. now you better find one for me. i had it all figured out. meanwhile you were having doubts. so you murdered me. you took the halo from your head. and slipped it around my neck. and then you choked the fucking life from me. have i been struck blind? i never even fucking saw it coming. it's fucked up. i should've saw this coming. my eyes have since dried, but that won't stop my heart from stopping tonight. all the notes you wrote me have come back to haunt me. behold the ghosts of love. just tell me if i'm dreaming, or awake and softly screaming, because nothing makes sense to me. have i been struck blind? i never even fucking saw it coming. it's fucked up. i should've saw this coming. my eyes have since dried. but that won't stop my heart from stopping tonight. you wanna hear the funny thing about it, baby? i thought that we were doing fine. when i look back and really think about it, baby. i have never been so wrong in my whole life. for all your doubts, i've had mine. i never ever fucking thought of running. it's fucked up. i would've never done it. i see your face when i close my eyes, but that won't stop my life from starting tonight
10.
i've got my heart, they can have the rest. they'll never get what's inside my chest. because that's where i keep you. i made an oath i don't intend to break. the rest don't mean anything. and it begins to get under my skin. i've got a hunch i'll be paying for my sins. it's just a test but it made a mess outta me. close your eyes, i don't mind. i'd do the same if i was so inclined. it might be just what i needed. but that's a chance i'm not prepared to take. the rest it seems is everything. a tear rolls down my cheek, and off my chin. it burns like hell, and it tastes like gin. i'm a mess and it scares the shit outta me. out of me
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gravity, my arch enemy. we meet again, my friend. mr. barstool meet my head. it's hard to get respect. when you're face down on the floor. it started out alright. but it'll end up in the morgue. i make a point to disappoint. i wrote the book on self defeat. and god can goddamn it. he gave up and said the devil could have it. there's a problem with my heart. there's a problem with my brain. if i'm alive you'd have to kill me just to find out. go on, open up a vein. you'll be seeing red for days. i make a point to disappoint. i wrote the book on self defeat. and god can goddamn it all to hell. he gave up and said the devil could have it. said he could have it, but he didn't want it. and neither should you. i make a point to disappoint. i wrote the book on self defeat. and god can goddamn it. he gave up and said the devil could have it
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you're on the run. i'm hiding evidence. of things you have done. the things that dismembered us. the damage is done. nothing left but remembrance. of the the battles we've won. the things that we'll take to the grave with us. one of us is going to die tonight. where will we go? your lord only knows. as of right now i serve no one. our fates are the same. they all lead to a grave. how does it end? it ends badly. here we are. hellfire and all. it's a sin, but i burn gladly. (one of us) got kicked in the face by trust. (and one of us) is getting away with it. (one of us) is drawing a line in the dust. one of us, one of us. took the brunt of it. one of us, one of us. has to live with it. one of us, one of us. hurts but we do what we must...
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Long Island's Small Arms Dealer (ex-On The Might Of Princes, Contra, Explosivo!) write songs that evoke a metaphorical bloodbath between love, hate, betrayal, passion and sanity...and the spitfire that pours from A Single Unifying Theory does nothing to disprove it. They play with the frenzied desperation of a band with one foot in the grave, and the vitriol that spews from vocalist Jason Lubrano, combined with the guns-blazing, take-no-prisoners attack of the guitars and rhythm section, blows the fucking lid off the proverbial rock n' roll coffin. In the end, A Single Unifying Theory is about crawling through the dirt and double-crosses, believing in yourself and standing by your friends. Small Arms Dealer is ready for a fight and when the smoke clears after these twelve incredible songs, you'll be left with an aching gut, tender ears and one of the most astounding debut records you've ever heard. Recorded by Phil Douglas of Latterman. (DER-451)

"One of the best records that I've heard in the last twelve months...no, scrub that. This is one of the best punk rock records of the last five years. In Small Arms Dealer, Deep Elm have their own Bad Religion, they've discovered their Propaghandi, their Hot Water Music and dare I say it, their own home grown Green Day. Not that Small Arms Dealer sound anything like any of those bands, they don't, but they could easily catapult Deep Elm into the realms occupied by Epitaph, Fat, and beyond. Small Arms Dealer are the perfect amalgamation of Samiam, Understand, Naked Raygun etc., and by amalgamation, I'm not inferring that they're in any way derivative, they're not. They've picked up where those bands left off, upped the power, added more melody and attitude, and in doing so have crafted and released a record that's so powerful it damn near tears your head off. Veering between the heavy on the gas, thrill a minute ride of Tonight, On A Very Special Episode and the future everyman anthem in waiting beauty of My Headlocks Are (Crazy), 'A Single Unifying Theory' is simply a record that you HAVE to hear. Ignore all the bullshit that you're being fed about the next big thing. There's only name you need to remember and that's Small Arms Dealer. If you only buy one record this year, make sure it's 'A Single Unifying Theory'. Seriously." - Mass Movement

"Small Arms Dealer plays straight fucking punk rock with no compromises. A Single Unifying Theory is a kick ass album that you won't regret buying. This music is meant to be played loud, and tunes like Your Sister's A Werewolf and The Small Arms Psalms Dealer Suite are really smart and fast. A Single Unifying Theory is 32 minutes of pure fun, punk and sweat. If you like bands such as Latterman, Smoke Or Fire, Kid Dynamite and Dillinger Four, get this. It will leave you screaming for more!" - Truepunk

"How did you discover your new favorite band? A series of well-orchestrated events? Or did it happen by pure chance? Me? I don't really care. I'm too busy listening to the debut from Small Arms Dealer - my new favorite band. This five-piece has stumbled upon something so rare in today's melodic punk scene: an album that sounds as urgent on the hundredth listen as it did on the first. A Single Unifying Theory just seeps with honesty and integrity; punk rock was meant to sound like it is coming straight from the heart and gut, and here it genuinely does. A lot of listeners will compare this band to Hot Water Music, Latterman or Smoke Or Fire. No one would deny those similarities, but there's something else cooking here. Hardcore that swings? Pure tragedy and triumph? Lyrics that can be screamed along to from top to bottom? Probably all of those things, plus a few more that are intangible and should remain secret just for the mystery of it all. I fucking love this band." - Wonkavision

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released February 7, 2006

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