American Fantasy Jesus

by Specters

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released February 24, 2015

All songs written by Specters
Stephen Steen - vocals, guitar, bass, keyboards
Sterling Laws - drums
Additional guitar and keys by Trevor Spencer

Produced, engineered, and mixed by Trevor Spencer
Recorded at the Unknown in Anacortes, WA
Mixed at Champion St. Sound Studios
Mastered by Levi Seitz at Black Belt Mastering

Photos by Isaac K. Martin
Album design by Cory Schmitz

Special thanks to Christian Fulghum and Fin Records for their generous support of this release



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Specters Seattle, Washington

power pop poser rock slacker jock

romanticizing the 90s since 2011

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Track Name: Maladjusted
Skeptical implicitly
Questioning your reasoning
I swear it's in my jeans

Keep it in the family
Cloak it in an outer peace
Never share this beast

Altercations show their teeth
Competitions never cease
All so sorry
Please forgive me

Pointed misfit
So resistant
Jealous halfwit
Nervous poor kid
Track Name: Earned
I was counting sheep
When you walked in with all your peeps
I put on clothes and walked outside
And soon began to socialize

It was against my will it's true
I should have stood up against you
I could have told this is lame
Now I've just myself to blame

Nice guy, nice guy
This time, this time

When I'm more mature
I may stand up for myself more
I must come off as such a loon
God, I hope it happens soon

What it wrong with me?
Do I need a lobotomy?
Is my solution somehow flawed?
Will my spirit soon be robbed?

My pride, my pride
Has died, has die
Now's it's time to act tough

Lesson fully learned
Now expect me to return
To a freedom fully earned
Hats off to me for being so clever
Track Name: Golden Boy
Silly me, I never told you that I've never been a patient man
Turn the key and see me do the kinds of things you never thought I can
Would you believe it was in me to put an end to all your joy?
Though I'm still your toy, your golden boy, obedient under your command
I'm your right-hand man

I'm with you and you're with me and it's a mutual exclusive deal
You can't contain what's on your brain but baby that's the whole appeal
The rock is your the pearl is mine but otherwise our life is shared
Don't go away, least not today, don't leave me shakin' in my chair

Golden boy
I'm your golden boy
Track Name: Twins
Summer days spent
With your best friend
Blood trumps all the best things

Lonely for 9 months of the year
But now my brother's in town
We don't care what we're doing

We're going down to L.A.
I'll drive you there, just one way
Then I'll fly home and see you
Christmastime, and speak to
You randomly, because we
Lead different lives, and you're so busy
That's how things go, I understand
But all the same, I feel so shitty
Track Name: Little Tom
Introduce yourself to Little Tom
Was born without a mom
In the summer of '76
Little Tom was fond of making bombs
And tossing them across
The Atlantic

I pledge alleagience to you

Little Tommy used to sit along
Relatively unknown
Such a little isolationist
Little Tom went on to win the war
Found out what guns are for
Now he's not so small anymore

Little Tom is going on,
Little Tom is going on,
To big things

Little Tom is here to prosper
You are not Little Tom's concern
Him and his pet B-2 bomber
Little Tom eternal honor
Track Name: NC Drugs
You never asked for the dose
Somehow it lodged in your throat
Oh, your eyes are crossed
Your mind is lost

How did we get in this mess?
I'd say we failed at some test

We were making some progress pushing forward from the front end
You know that most of your friends are gonna ask you just what happened

Why you cried, you cried
That's what you cried, you cried

You think you can just go to school, get a job, go to work, and not be tempted to blow it all to hell?
And when your life is suddenly in smithereens, you might not find yourself stategizing how to get it back off the ground
You might be laying facedown in the dirt!
And in that situation, would you want your friends to say good night and good riddance?
Or would you want someone to stand by your side and hole your hair?
I'll be there to hold your hair
Because that's what friends do, friends care
And I'd expect you to do the same thing for me, alright?
Track Name: Howl
What did you see on your way downtown
When you saw what you saw on your bike last Thursday?

I wasn't with you but I swear I could tell
By the dullness in your eyes that you'd been infultrated
By a ghost

Don't be afraid my sweet and believe me when I tell you
In the eyes of this beholder that I love you
And you've done nothing wrong

As for your condition baby don't look down
Just look around you to see that things get better
Over here

When there's nowhere to run
And no lamp to rub
Just an island too high
No swim to have swum

What an obscene realization
To pay all your debts
And still not find
The keys to your shackles
Track Name: Waiting
I'm always waiting
I'm always waiting
But nothing happens
No nothing ever happens to me

I'm unhappy
And there's something holding me back
And it's not me
I swear it's anything but, anything but, anything
But me

All my buddies
Know everybody who's cool
When I'm with them
I feel so much less like a fool

And the truth is
I can do anything that they do
The only difference
Is that their waiting is through

Don't let me rot
Track Name: Ruth Lake
And suddenly nobody sees her
One more soul's return to the ether
I still hear her song in the air
It rings so sweetly as if she were still there, oh

Though we may crane our necks and stare
When will we ever truly know what's out there?
I know there's no reason for the asking
But some wonder must exist just beyond our grasp

In death there will exist eternal grace
A paradise outside of time and space
Wouldn't it be so crazy if it worked that way?
I know you wouldn't have it any other way

Moses, holy cow
Decades have passed by
Beard is growing down
Down to the waist line
When I meet the shroud
Roll me to host my
Party in the ground
Drunk on the sweet pine