The Hypersonic Secret

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released June 4, 2013

Produced & Recorded by Scott Brotemarkle, Chuck Andrada and K.M. Rucker at Casa de Leche, ThermHaus & The Old Folks Home.

Mixed by KMR.

Chuck Andrada - vocals, guitars, keys
Scott Brotemarkle - vocals, bass, guitars, keys
Eric Vislay - drums, percussion (except 'Mistaken' by Simone Morettin)
K.M. Rucker - guitars, percussion

Words and Music by smartbomb
'Get Through' by Rob Butler and smartbomb

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Track Name: Astronauts & Applesauce
Maybe you and I weren’t two peas in a pod
Maybe after all we were both just better off apart
Like the lid and the candy jar

I was on my way to being happy
You were on your way to doing nothing
Maybe in the end it was the same thing
astronauts & applesauce

Threw me overboard long before the ship had “sank.”
Left me at the start of the race with an empty tank. Hollow.
Now I’ve got nowhere to go

I was on my way to being happy
You were on your way to doing nothing
Maybe in the end it was the same thing
astronauts & applesauce

We didn’t seem lost
and so we drove on
ignoring all the warning signs

I’ll be better off if we never meet again
Think it’s only fair that I’m placing half the blame on you
‘Cause you halfway know it’s true

I was on my way to being happy
You were on your way to doing nothing
Reading different books but on the same page
astronauts & applesauce
Track Name: The Score
Maybe it’s too late to be sorry
There are no answers
Only regrets in disguise
And if you think you notice a difference
It’s wishful thinking
The sun playing tricks on your eyes

You and I, we have been here before
That is why we know the score
It’s meaningless, it’s just a best guess

I remember there are no answers
Only regrets in disguise
And over the years of perseverance
and the masses of indifference I recognize
I wouldn’t change a thing
I'm telling you

You and I, we have been here before
That is why we know the score
It’s meaningless, it’s just a best guess

As meaningless as it seems
I still believe in the dream
even though that’s all it ever will be
Track Name: Rank & File
Fresh out of the secondary with a gown and cap in hand
Thank you for the luggage, daddy, now I know right where you stand
I could duck the two-year college
and just pocket the ten thousand dollars
I could get a job at Arthur’s and restore that old Dodge Charger

We are the rank and file
Give us instructions we’ll come through with a smile
We are the rank & file
Give us an inch and we’ll carry you for miles

Well I thought about the Army, like that song by Ben Folds Five
But the CNN News ticker kind of made me change my mind
All the cool cats went to college
Who the hell is R.E.M.?
I prefer cold cash over knowledge
And my girl likes Van Halen

We are the rank & file
Give us instructions we’ll come through with a smile
We are the rank & file
Give us an inch and we’ll carry you for miles
We are the rank & file
Give us acceptance keep our votes for a while
We are the rank & file
Flowery words only serve to beguile
We are the rank & file
Give us an inch and we’ll carry you
Carry you!
Track Name: Make It Up
You’d like to think that you can tell
the difference between what’s good and what’s evil
It’s obvious so just admit
You don’t know what it is
You’re in over your head

Come on! You make it up as you go along

You float along like nothing ever matters
Your confidence is only a disguise
You can’t avoid predictable disaster
But then again that’s what you’re after

Come on! You make it up as you go along

You’d like to think that you’re OK
Bravado and a smile will always save the day
And when the consequences fade,
you’re back again making all the same mistakes
Track Name: Disappointment
I always knew that I was going to be a disappointment to you
You knew it too because I never had a chance to prove it to you
Every intention, real or imagined, mattered too much
In your eyes there’s nothing that didn’t turn backwards
under my touch

I’m trying way too hard
and it’ll never be enough

I’m sorry, you’re better off
without me here to pull you down
Any excuse will do
Someday, when I am gone,
you’ll think “my god, what have I done?”
Any excuse will do

Just disconnect from the ideal that you always wanted for me
The expectations were so high that I could never
summit that peak
I couldn’t bear to see that disillusioned stare again
I couldn’t avoid it. You made it so clear with every refrain

I’m trying way too hard
and it’ll never be enough

I’m sorry, you’re better off
without me here to pull you down
Any excuse will do
Someday, when I am gone,
you’ll think “my god, what have I done?”
Any excuse will do

I can’t convince or change your mind
For all the countless times I tried
I’ll always be the man that I will be
And through the years you thought I’d grown
I’m still the boy you’ve always known
All your useless aspirations dashed
We’ll never know
Track Name: Ed Hochuli
Strongmen of the NFL
cannot compare, go give ‘em hell,
Ed Hochuli
A lawyers mind a wrestler’s brawn
You should have a helmet on,
Ed Hochuli

Separate the dog pile, then you make the call

Your knowledge of the rules is vast
Throw a flag and kick some ass,
Ed Hochuli.
You dress and deal in black and white
Get it wrong or get it right, it’s agony,
Ed Hochuli.

Separate the dog pile, then you make the call

On the third down, the pass was well defensed
Though the fans cried ‘Interference!’
Still you were not convinced
And now the clock ticks down
and the coach wants time out

Separate the dog pile, then you make the call
Track Name: Get Through
Suffocating again on the freeway
Staring up at the signs and I get the inside joke
It’s more like a noose than a Beltway
My blood begins to boil, as I choke

This is not how I had planned
to spend my lifetime - in a blur of changing lanes

No matter what you do
You find a way to get through
mopping floors or crunching numbers

Making more than I should at doing nothing
Smiling into a lens and I’m faking being friends
Living out of a van or a suitcase
where the fans or the handshakes
on the road never ends

No matter what you do
You find a way to get through
digging graves or rocking Boston

Had a drink at the end of a long day
To erase, try to get to a blank slate
What I’d do if I could do it my way

Suffocating again on the freeway
Now the signals blink in time
The universe is mine

No matter what you do
You find a way to get through
mopping floors or crunching numbers
You find a way to get through
digging graves or rocking Boston
You find a way to get through
breaking ships or kissing babies
Track Name: (All I've Got To Do Is) Break Your Heart
Finding out the truth was something easy to believe
And I’m finding now that what I’ve done was halfway ill-conceived
I don’t know where to start
and I don’t know who you are

All I've got to do is break you heart
Yeah, all I’ve got to do is break your heart
That’s a start
Now we’re almost even

Happiness and promises were based on sleight of hand
A begin that in reality was built on sinking sand

All I've got to do is break you heart
Yeah, all I’ve got to do is break your heart
That’s a start
Now we’re almost even
Track Name: Mistaken
I’m not mistaken
This isn’t the one I gave to you
My mind is racing
To think that the life we built is through
I’m all choked up, you just stone-cold stare
down at gray slate tiles we laid down last week
With your head in hands trying to sneak a glance
Has the accident gone according to plan?

Far. Impossible. Away.
The first three things I think of
when you say that you and I can make it through this

My body’s aching
I wish that I just could make it through
My faith is shaken
I feel like my compass is askew
But I’m not that drunk and I’m not that scared
in a life half gone with a heart threadbare
I’m just not so sure this can be repaired
No, I’m just not sure if I can ever care again

My heart drips like a sieve
and traps the will to give itself
away to anyone

Far. Impossible. Away.
The first three things I think of
when you say that you and I can make it through this
Lies. Irrational. Insane.
Irreparable and Suspect.
Words that come to mind as you apologize again
Track Name: Car Chase Televised
I’ve got a hatful of horrible “and a pocket full of shells”
I knew that when I started this, it wouldn’t turn out well
Sirens all around me and a camera in the sky
We interrupt your program, there’s a man about to die
This looks like your lucky day
You can’t seem to look away
It’s loose like a freight train
Reality on display

Traveling at high speed
Simulcast live feed
Car chase televised
It’s a national pastime

I’m not sure how I got here. Will I get out alive?
My chances growing ever dim with every mile I drive
Half the viewing audience is hoping I’ll be caught
The other half are watching for the chance that I’ll get shot
In ten-second time delay
I crash through the barricade
The price of admission paid
Repeat the same theme

Traveling at high speed
Simulcast live feed
Car chase televised
It’s a national pastime

We pretend we don’t want to know but still we’ve got to watch
Our human curiosity – a fundamental flaw
Reassured and confident you’ll never be like me
But circumstance and sanity are transient ideas
I trust in what I can see
My values are “family”
But I’ll murder you happily
if you get in my way