Midnight in America

by The Ghoulies

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Midnight in America is a record about our love of obscure Americana, late-night AM radio shows, the weird moments you encounter on tour, and our continuing love for the savior of our souls, Elvis Christ.

Special thanks to:
The Atom Age, the black leather sit-down show #2, baseball, Shorty, Bloom, Dylan and Ike at Flipside, Danny Cash, Chris, Auto Specialties of Tracy, CA, CW McCall, Miller High Life, Malcolm Young, Garth Marenghi and his Darkplace.

No thanks to:
The City of Los Angeles, Colonel Tom Parker, cold solder joints, Lubbock's Breakfast House and Grill

Organ donation saves lives, including our drummer's. Say yes to organ, eye, and tissue donation at the driver's license office or online.

For Paul.

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released March 31, 2018

The Ghoulies are:
Adam Moore- Guitar / Voice
Jake Yergert- Guitar
Connor Randall- Drums
Spencer Lovell- Bass
Dan Yergert- Organ

Engineered by Ryan Perras at District Recorders in San Jose, California. Mixed and mastered by Ryan Perras. Produced by Ryan Perras and The Ghoulies. All songs written and performed by The Ghoulies. "Eat, Sleep, and Be Dead" co-written by Ryan Perras. Theremin by Peter Niven. Cover and jacket design by Jake Yergert at Yergs Brand Design.

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Track Name: Hot Rods from Outer Space
I woke up this morning,
Put the coffee on.
Looked out my window,
You won't believe what I saw.

UFOs, UFOs, yes it's true,
Coming from above for me and you.

Thought they came to destroy us,
Thought we'd be erased.
But they just came to race us,
In hot rods from outer space.

UFOs, UFOs, yes it's true,
Coming from above for me and you.

Now I’m a space person
Far as the eye can see.
In my interlactic
V8 Jaguar car.

UFOs, UFOs, yes it's true,
Coming from above for me and you.
Track Name: Texas Machete
Heading down the interstate
At 1,000 miles per hour.
Need a beer, need a drink, need some booze,
I need to take a fuckin’ shower.

My mind ain't as sharp
As the machete in my hand.
Take one step closer, man,
Because we're making our last stand.

Texas machete
It’s the one I call my own
Texas machete
Leave your baseball bat at home

My mind ain't right,
In this darkest time of my life,
Take one step closer, man,
And I'll cut you with my knife.

Well my knife is big,
My knife is long.
Everything's bigger in Texas, baby,
So you'd better not do me wrong.

Texas machete
It’s the one I call my own
Texas machete
Leave your baseball bat at home
Track Name: Eat, Sleep, and Be Dead
Gonna eat, gonna sleep, and I'm gonna be dead
Calm yourself down or you're gonna lose your head
Listen real close to the words that I've said
Your heart beats fast when it's filled with dread

Got my key in the keyhole, never looking back
When you're dressed in silver I'll be dressed in black
I don't wanna look behind because I'm right on track
Take a good look around 'cause you're never coming back

Eat, sleep, and be dead

Gonna eat, gonna sleep, and then I'm gonna die
Show up one of these days and make yourself cry
You only talk to me when the money's running dry
Step into the light now, don't be shy

Eat, sleep, and be dead
Track Name: No Coast
Ain't got no coast,
But that don't mean that I can't shred.

Ain't got no coast,
But that don't mean...

Ain't got no palm trees,
But that don't mean we can't play surf.

Ain't got no palm trees,
But that don't mean...

Just because I wasn't born in California,
Don't mean I can't shred.
Seems to me that living and dying in California,
Is overrated.

Ain’t got no beach sand,
But that do mean that I can’t rock

Ain’t got no beach sand,
But that don’t mean...

Ain’t got no coast (no coast)
Track Name: Dying Out
Leaking out oil, dying out fast
Waiting on hope, while sitting on our ass
Moods dying down after ragin up
Buckle up tight there buttercup

Tires don’t catch here anymore
Everyone’s fallin’ out the locked door
Exhaust is shootin’ out in the air
Nothing to look at in the rear view mirror

Records don't sound like they use to
The diners aren't as sweet as it use to...be

They don't run like they used to
Don't run like they used to

251 Acres for sale
Cars driving by, guitar on a pail
Ants biting hard, hope on the way
5 hours left till the end of the day
Track Name: Low-End AM (Coast to Coast)
The airwaves surge to life
as we drive through the dead of the night
It's midnight in America,
you're on the line

Tune in for ghouls and ghosts
It's more in tune than most
It's Coast to Coast

The line's gone dead,
signalling our impending end
We knew too much, they found us out,
and now they've shut the station down

Tune in for ghouls and ghosts
It's more in tune than most
It's Coast to Coast
Track Name: Big Black Cadillac
God sent us his only son
To bring us rock and roll.
He sent us Elvis Christ
To save your everlasting soul.

A man cannot live,
On PBR alone.
Not since Mother Wanda came,
And rolled away the stone.

So grab your denim jacket
And slick your hair on back.
You won't like your destination
In a big, black, big black Cadillac.

God's only forgotten son
Is gonna drag you down to Hell.
His demon dogs and Cadillac
pronounce a devil's yell.

Despite all the booze,
He'll let you choose.
Between the righteous path and sin.

But all my heroes are down here, too.
I'd make the same mistakes again.
Track Name: (They Call Me) Jerry Lee
Well I'm a rock and roller,
I'm a way out of controller, yeah.
I'm a teenage dream,
Shooting laser beams.
I'm God's will
Rolling in a Coupe Deville.

And they call me Jerry Lee.

Who's the man,
With a lot of soul?
Jerry Lee invented rock and roll.
Forget your idols,
Cuz here's the thing,
Jerry Lee taught 'em all how to sing.

Well I'm a redneck idol,
And I wrote the bible, yeah.
I'm a scarecrow man,
With a nasty plan, alright.
I’m a bass-shootin’, cousin-fuckin’ son of a bitch.

And they call me Jerry Lee.

Who's the man,
With a lot of soul?
Jerry Lee invented rock and roll.
Forget your idols,
Cuz here's the thing,
Jerry Lee taught 'em all how to sing.
Jerry Lee taught ‘em all how to swing
Jerry Lee taught ‘em how to rock and roll
Track Name: Lust-Filled She-Demons of the Cold War
The trash they send to the lines up front aren't valiant, true, or bold,
They've got an iron grip on the hemisphere
Even though the war is cold
If you land yourself near the eastern front on an iron battleship
You might get special visits from the devil with ruby lips

She makes a caustic flash
and her teeth might gnash
You can have what you want if you pay the girl cash

She’s Elsa, everybody’s dream
Exploitation behind the screen

The morale is low but the nights are hot and we need a simple fix
Round up the girls and start the show so we can get our kicks
By the winter we'll be on top in a few more ways than one
You'll be comatose and ready to go by the time Elsa is done

She makes a caustic flash
and her teeth might gnash
You can have what you want if you pay the girl cash

She’s Elsa, everybody’s dream
Exploitation behind the screen

They're the lust-filled she-demons of the Cold War
Track Name: When Will It End?
Right now, we're forever downtown
and we're staying gold.
By now, the night's feeling short
And those heads will roll.

The nights are short, but the morning's long
And I'm feeling old.

20 more hours in a bottleneck van
And I'm staying cold.

I find myself
Going again
To the bar where Colfax bends.
And I ask myself,
when will it end?

From time to time
I hear the voice on the AM dial.
Downtown those motherfuckers
Don't crack a smile.

No safe place to stay at night,
But I don't mind.

It's just a dirty old bar,
But I don't care
Because they'll never find.

When will it end?

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