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La Tuya

by La Tuya

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1.
Salvation 02:57
Oligarch and profiteer Pious for profit like his peers Corporate tick, his ethics whored Fuck the poor and praise the Lord Rich men feed rich men’s greed How much does God say you need? Prosperity theology And I can’t help but wonder how starving little kids will bring salvation Man of God, faith undeterred Hides his sins behind the word Exploits the ones who need him most Genuflect and suck the host Power corrupted soul Deity-bestowed control No thought for what he stole And I can’t help but wonder how fucking little kids will bring salvation Millennia of stupidity With God, no culpability Religious conflagration flares Bombs drown out frenetic prayers Locked in endless war A world sodden in gore Amen forevermore And I just have to wonder how blowing up little kids will bring salvation
2.
Dropped out of school before they could kick me out That’s when I said goodbye to tomorrow Nothing I do ever comes out right Always feeling like nothing times two Maybe I’ll shave my head Be a gangsta fool Make you all fear and respect me Running from cops and bullets is hard work I’m bound to suck at that too Let me go because I’m drifting again See you in ten years or more I’ll pull a Jesus Then I’ll fall to pieces And then And there won’t be a rapture There won’t be hell There, there won’t be no then But then you baby Come and unbound me And I want to thank you Yeah, you Don’t let go and then ground me And now I’m more than nothing times two
3.
La Tuya 01:03
Tongvan bones unrest Way down there in the Dark, dank, and deep The eagle does rock Bedrocks on a roll Slamming crude boils over Up to our feet Solely for the pleasures of the sun and sky Always under them choppers But still so high There's a red-tail family I'm following Or maybe they're following me. If you're not feeling this Definitely if you're not sure LA TUYA
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Tribes 04:59
Time There is no time Running fast before our prime Scared to close our eyes for very long Separated social clique Arbitrary lines that stick Section off the ones that don’t belong Social order, social lies Same existence, same two eyes Seeing naught, just too damned blind The ones we hate are our same kind Yet they’re from there and we’re from here Can’t stand to have you people near Stay away, you’re not one of us Bigot girls love bigot boys Play together, sharing toys Watch the sun burn slowly into day Put you in a certain mold Do exactly what you’re told If you don’t fit in, you’re not allowed to play Lost We all feel lost Be ourselves, but at a cost The price to be unique is way too steep Just another cultural hole Wear the costume, play the role Once rebellious, now a bunch of sheep Two-faced words from two-faced minds We scoff at those that aren’t our kind You’re cool because you’ll play our game Fuck off if you aren’t the same Deviate from rigid road Find your ass out in the cold Stay away, you’re not one of us Punker girls love punker boys Play together, sharing toys Watch the sun burn slowly into day Put you in a certain mold Do exactly what you’re told If you don’t fit in, you’re not allowed to play It’s all the same game With different names It’s all the same game Time There was a time When we all lived a life sublime Walked around like kings among the dregs Now those days have come and gone Things felt right but turned out wrong We find that we’ve been standing on no legs We build a world and watch it fall To find we’ve learned nothing at all Separated into tribes Yet leading the exact same lives Myopic view, we cannot see Past our confused reality Stay away, you’re not one of us Human girls love human boys Cash our chips in, got no choice Watch the sun burn slowly into day We found that parties do not last That we’ve been living much too fast Somewhere in the maze we lost our way It’s all the same game With different names It’s all the same game
5.
13 01:33
Appropriate Elucidate Invalidate Masticate Agglutinate Explicate Agglomerate Eviscerate The part’s not some The sum’s not whole The truth is found In mustard roll Amy killed the sequence
6.
There’s a new king in town, as thick as a brick One for the people, especially the chicks Half simian, but hardly a man Walking ego with infantile hands Dictator in a teacup, a total buffoon He’ll drown you in tweets, each one more jejune And all of his friends say: Bow to the Cheeto King Skin like an orange that’s always ashamed A toy Mafioso who whines he’s defamed Family crest is a Rhode Island red His hair looks like someone pissed on his head Dictator in a teacup, a total buffoon He’ll drown you in tweets, each one more jejune And all of his friends say: Bow to the Cheeto King Playground fascist with a combover wave Publicity whore, a clown and a knave A winner at losing, a hater of spics A real pussy-grabber with a micro-sized prick Dictator in a teacup, he kicks with the Klan Half simian, but hardly a man And all of the people say: Fuck the Cheeto King
7.
Eat it and Die, Pigboy TV Dinners, chicken pies Anything to catch his eyes Tofu beans, asparagus But touch my grub, I’ll kick your ass Eat it and die, Pigboy Taco meat and casserole Stuff to stuff that gaping hole Four hundred pound overload It’s a wonder that you don’t explode Eat it and die, Pigboy Life in the Workforce Work work work, no time to rest Keep falling short, I’m doing my best Never, ever what you need Incompetent, I cannot breathe Nervous, confused Frustrated, being used Stupid, it’s understood That my best is no good Work work work, yet still it’s wrong Hold my tongue and go along Your mind’s an empty, leaky cup Keep pushing me, I’ll fuck you up Edgy, short rope Unable to cope Petulant, won’t cry Want you to die Get off my back
8.
Toothache 02:02
I gotta toothache in my heart More than a wrinkle in my soul There's nothing like a Monday morning Nervous breakdown, with café and sweet bread I was once lost, since then I've been found Now I am heading up and diving down. Did you hear what was in that breeze? I ain't talking about the freeways Or the airplanes slicing through the sky There's a message in the air, hanging like worn old shoes Dancing on telephone wires and all through our heads Dancing on telephone wires and all through our heads
9.
They’ve got a name for me Not one that I might choose No matter how you play It’s all rigged so you will lose They’ve got it all mapped out First scream to last horrible breath Struggle, strive, fail, fucked Life lived in cerebral death It seems so daunting, the walls built so high An endless war to exist Bludgeoned subservience, “be meek or be destroyed” I’ll never give up, never give in It’s in my nature to resist They’ve got a game for you Not one you’d probably pick Your predetermined slot Chase the carrot or get the stick Tug the wheel, roll the dice Vicious circle perpetually spun Work, buy, consume, die Life over ’fore it’s begun It seems so daunting, their lies so prevalent More than one kind of terrorist Bludgeoned subservience, “be meek or be destroyed” But never give up, never give in Embrace your nature to resist They’ve got a plan for us But in the end who fucking cares? To them we’re merely things Little more than folding chairs We’re here to clog their gears New world recidivists Not property For our survival we resist

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"The three members of La Tuya all have strong links with the various L.A. punk scenes, and should be considered as punk veterans given their respective lengths of service in and around the world of punk. Such backgrounds mean that they have all the nous and understanding of what makes great music and they use that to good effect on this debut release. I had no idea of what to expect, but the first track, 'Salvation,' was all I needed to hear to know that I was going to get along with La Tuya. Songs range from thrashy punk through to the more tuneful tracks—all of which work extremely well—but it is the highly melodic 'Tribes' which gets me tingling all over. Not only is this the lengthiest track but it’s so bright and effervescent, containing hints of Descendents and The Last, that it’s jammed fast in my head now, unlikely to relinquish its spot for some time.... This is one of the best albums I’ve heard in a while." –Rich Cocksedge, Razorcake

"...LA Tuya forges a fiery fusion that navigates from the choppy anthemic style of Stiff Little Fingers to Mexi-punk traditionalism to melodic hardcore sing-alongs...Tight, talented, and titular, featuring a super-animated bass player who prowled like hell!" –David Ensminger, author/historian/musician

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released February 22, 2019

All songs written by La Tuya.
Recorded July 1-2, 2017, at Minor Chord Studio in Panorama City, Califas.
Produced by Robert Frank.
Cover by Laura Alvarado.
Mil gracias to our wives and families.
Props to Café NELA, La Victoria, the Razorcake heads, Humbertone, and East Los yard punks past, present, and future.

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