Antistatic!

by Yellow School Bus Factory

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Antistatic Records is happy to announce the release of this full lenght album: Antistatic! 12 songs by Yellow School Bus Factory, a band from Ivrea and Aosta, noth-west Italy. The LP has been mixed (except track #7) by Marco Fasolo (Jennifer Gentle) at his Ectoplasmic Studio and mastered by Max Trisotto. All the songs are written by Paolo Peaquin & Davide Bortolato and it has been recorded partially at the Ectoplasmic Studio (drums), but mainly at the Model Project (prototype factory) and in cottage by the Alps "where the lights are alive and the time..."

The record is available on-line and also in cd format, a limited edition in digipack, "vinyl style" version.
Cheers! :)


Contacts:
davide.bortolato@gmail.com

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released June 21, 2011

DAVIDE BORTOLATO: vocals, back vocals, rhythm guitar, lap steel, FX, percussions;
PAOLO PEAQUIN: back vocals, lead guitar, bass, keys;
CRISTIAN ROSSI: drums;
CARLO CASALEGNO: bass;
MAURIZIO STRAPPAZZON: pedal steel in Desert Roam, the "seagulls" at the end of Operation "Big Bear" and in A Midnight Advent ending;
ENRICO PERELLI: bass brass in Desert Roam (reprise);
TATIANA: lirica back vocals in Desert Roam, Ya Te Veo and Piñata Clown;
MARCO FASOLO: Keys and cowbell in '64 Corvette;
DIEGO NARETTO: 2 seconds of involontary trumpet line in Ya Te Veo;
BAM-ISFAHAN: guitar and composition in the 2nd part of the Desert Roam (reprise);
SCOTT WILLIAMS: voice from WFMU radio at the end of The 3rd Eye.

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Track Name: Solitary Satellites
If I were free, yes I could see
where the end of the universe is written in a line of verse.
If I could fly like an iron butterfly I'd follow
the wake of the satellites left among the stars,
Flying away to the sun.

Talkin'bout the blue artificial satellite,
bored of doing the same old tedious plan,
gave up, new worlds were waitin' for him!

Talkin'bout, talkin'bout the red one,
tired of doing always the same transmission plan,
knowing that all can be done...

THROUGH THE SPACE, SOLITARY SATELLITES FLY STRAIGHT ON TO THE END, NOW THEY'RE FACIN' PLASTIC COSMIC LIGHT AND THE WON'T COME BACK AGAIN!

Passin' by the, passi'n by the moon,
bumpi' into asteroids (and) losing control, they crumbled into pieces,
so blew up, new words were waitin' for them!

THROUGH THE SPACE, SOLITARY SATELLITES FLY STRAIGHT ON TO THE END, NOW THEY'RE FACIN' PLASTIC COSMIC LIGHT AND THE WON'T COME BACK AGAIN!
Track Name: Desert Roam
I was walkin’
Walkin’ down
That dusty road (on my own)

And in my mouth
There was a blade
A blade of straw

IN THAT DAZZLING DESERT ROAM
I MADE OUT A *WOMAN OLD
SAT BESIDE THE SHEPHERD’S HOME

All the days
She used to stare,
to stare at clouds (going by)

From far away, suddenly
That day she heard
She heard a child
Who started to cry!

THE CHILD WAS BITTEN BY A RATTLESNAKE
BUT IT WAS ONLY A FUCKIN’ FAKE
OR PROVIDENTIAL MISTAKE

Then she moved that way of days of yore
An old car crashed into the place she stood before!
Track Name: Ya Te Veo
Space seeds from the stars
coming from so far,
it's a miracle!
see this mistyc world
that soon will be marred.

Shiny shooting sparks
glowing in the dark,
it's incredible!
see how they fall
down to Beachwood Park.

They will grow up in the morning sun
with long teeth and tentacles
to clean up this wild world.

(Giant shadows rise over my head)
They are the only ones who can save us!

Something we were waiting for is going on
right now, we can feel it, we can see it.

They are the only ones who can save us!

December 21st 2012,
they are Ya Te Veo.
Track Name: Supermarket of Love
I found this place where you can't feel alone,
the pink neon ligh says "Supermarket of Love".

You have to go 'round and pick best human parts,
put them toghether, then soon, you'll have a new love.

Fuzzy electric ice in a cocktail glass vibes,
it makes sound when you plug the jack into your head.

Everybody seems so happy,
everybody is dancing in the air
'cause we are in outher space.

The sun is rising,battery is going down,
the game is over say goodbye oh darling see you next coin.

Fuzzy electric eyes in a cocktail glass vibe,
they make sound when you plug the jack into your heart.
Track Name: She is a Gun to My Head (Falsetto)
Radio waves in the sky today
the wind it whispers to surf again,
on the sofa leave your guitar
and take your board into your car!

From Famara to La Santa bay
surfin' like you were in LA
surfin'till the sun goes down
see you later uptown,
you look so divine,
I wish you were mine
you are the star
you'll go so far,
I know, you know, they know

SHE IS A GUN LOADED AND READY TO FIRE HEDONISTIC BULLETS (x2)

You walk like a haughty cat
like you don't have any regret,
something like that, I've never met

I'm lost in a mess, she is a gun to my head like a gentle caress.

SHE IS A GUN LOADED AND READY TO FIRE HEDONISTIC BULLETS (x2)
Track Name: The 3rd Eye
Hey Jack can you see it now?
I still have snow in my eyes,
I can barely recognize our small town.

Yes John there's a hangin' door
our feet don't touch the ground
Look here, see what I've found
the kaleidoscope you were lookin' for

WE HAVE TO GET LOST TO FIND
THE 3RD EYE IN THE MIDDLE OF OUR MINDS
we have to get lost to find the 3rd eye,
we are the 3rd eye...

Fuck man, it's so hot right now
How much did the palm tree suffer to get that tall?
And look at the world from up there?

Blue honey is drippin' down
by the glass of wine shade
gettin' longer in the day (the shade)
and now it is... INFINITE

WE HAVE TO GET LOST TO FIND
THE 3RD ON THE TOP, ON THE TOP OF THE HILL
WHERE THE LIGHTS ARE ALIVE AND THE LIGHTS...
we are the 3rd eye...
Track Name: Desert Roam (reprise) Through the "Good" Looking Glasses
All the days
She used to stare,
to stare at clouds (going by)

From far away, suddenly
That day she heard
She heard a child
Who started to cry!
Track Name: '64 Corvette
Don't love you and I'll never go back,
don't want you gotta get back on track
and there no shelter down my way.
I'm an empty soul gone ashtray.

I was driving my '64 Corvette,
it was a night I'll never forget
I'm driving, driving so fast and behind me only the past
and I'll never have anymore regrets

Memories are chasing me,
gotta let go cause I wanna be free,
dancing trees are dancing in glee oh no...

Iggy pop in the radio cassette
and I lit another cigarette
I'm driving, driving so fast and behind me only the dust
I was driving my '64 Corvette

Memories are chasing me,
gotta let go cause I wanna be free,
dancing trees are dancing in glee oh no... (x2)

Can you take me home? (x12)
Track Name: Piñata Clown
Ther's a clown with a gleaming cown
on his curly head hung by a thread
to the apple tree but free as a bee.

Dressed in gown the clown frowns
embittered and sour at the ivory towers
of the lost game, of nobody's blame.

Follow the spider to the border, don't you linger!
Touch the rainbow-coloured water, with your fingers!

Piñata clown with his rusty crown
cuts the knot of the flaming boat
(he) thinks so loudly while silently shoutin'

Blinfold with all your power strike the clown,
in the air petals of flower will fall down.
Track Name: Operation "Big Bear"
Playin' his brother's bass 'till quarter to four,
whiskey, gin and grass, going back to hardcore.
heard a crystal glass beaking up on the floor,
"Buddy move your ass your mom's at the door!"

Operation...

"Hurry hide your stuff two men are waitin' for you,
they look very tough thy're all dressed in blue.
Cold shiny handcuffs and bright black shoes,
you made a big muff, it could have happened you knew!"

Operation "Big Bear"

The bear came out of the newspaper
making now the real caper

It was too late to cover all with the mat
something he ate, the rest un-der the hat.
He could see the grate and the guard with the bat,
it was not the fate there was smell of a rat!

Operation "Big Bear"
Track Name: A Midnight Advent
There's a poet sitting in his room like a lonely knight,
a new poem on his head has bloomed that he'll never write,
he knows the future nature of his doom ...like every woeful plight.

From the window first breath of monsoon blows out the candle light
and it dispels all around dense gloom gently and polite,
in his eyes reflected ancient loom ...it's so white, it's so bright and it flies so high, so light over great heights.

Now the fish gasps at water Sir's face (surface) and the man fills his chest with the magic pipe!

When the vision finally has fumed and gone so quiet
the tormented soul smiles at the moon, no more time for fights.
At the wedding mr hell the groom and miss heaven the bride, so slight so kind and white thru black night.

Now the bird flutters over the place and the man puffs his guest on the paper ripe.