Jupiter Noise EP

by Jupiter Noise

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released November 4, 2016

Recording Engineer: Andrew U'Ren
Mixed by: Robert Preston at GetReel Production
Robert@getreelpro.com

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Jupiter Noise San Francisco, California

Jupiter Noise is a four piece post-everything band from San Francisco.

Burt: Vox/Guitars
Drew: Drums
Manuel: Guitars
Mike: Bass

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Track Name: Pixelate
Pixelate

"Look up from your phone," she said,
"It's time to go."
Queen bee of the scene flies through
Another show

Live like we’re playing a video game.
Putting in our time just so we can level up.
Everything reduced to basic shapes.
Makes it easier to keep score.

This wasn't the time to start
saying no.
You stayed out late tonight,
so let it go.

In Bizzaro World, you’re a crude facsimile.
Personalities get fuzzy around the edges.
Everything reduced to basic shapes.
Makes it easier to keep score.

I feel pixelated.
I feel so frustrated.
I feel pixelated.
I feel so frustrated.
Track Name: Joan Jett Wearing Doc Martens
Joan Jett Wearing Doc Martens

I met her at a crazy party when I was in school.
She talked to me, even though I wasn’t cool.
Saturday night became a weekly quest to find
A hypodermic needle full of fire in a hay stack.
A combination of world-savvy, demure, and streetwise.
Moxie, mystique, esoterica and crazy eyes.
One in a million, but a million’s not enough.
She’s got a pair of Doc Martens for a personality
Electrified hair that’s defying gravity,
A natural born knack for causing calamity.

Put another dime in the jukebox
And another dollar in the swear jar.
She’s the embodiment of rock ‘n’ roll.
I think the rebel genes must run deep!

Posted a picture when her mother was much younger,
Looking like Joan Jett after a concert.
Straight black hair and leather jacket,
Strutting down the street and causing a racket.
Enters the room like a typhoon making landfall.
Seconds in, the night brings on the cat calls.
Pays them no mind, because she knows that in the end
She could rip them to shreds -- all the jerks that want to nail her
With looks that can kill, tats and tongue like a sailor.
When she gets started, then nothing’s a safe word!

She’s kicking ass
And taking names.
Show some class, man.
She don’t play those games.

Put another dime in the jukebox
And another dollar in the swear jar.
She’s the embodiment of rock ‘n’ roll.
I think the rebel genes must run deep!
Track Name: Sunday Brunch with Medusa
Sunday Brunch With Medusa

Wake up
It's a quarter past eleven
Chalk our name on the board
Got our eye on table seven

We're waiting
And we're practicing our blocking
But the snakes in your hair
Have got the Mission neighbors gawking

I might as well look into your eyes
‘Cause I’ve already turned to stone

Sunday
And I'm brunching with Medusa
The bottomless drinks
Have got me feeling looser

We're waiting
And we're practicing our blocking
Run out of snarky things to say
So I stop talking

Sunday brunch with Medusa!
Sunday brunch with Medusa!
Sunday brunch with Medusa!
Sunday brunch with Medusa!

I might as well look into your eyes
‘Cause I’ve already turned to stone
I might as well look into your eyes
‘Cause I’ve already turned to stone

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