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released March 5, 2014

Greg Der Ananian: guitar/vox
Rob Harford: guitar
Laura Bagnato: bass
Chris Ohnesorge: drums/vox

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Zbörnak San Francisco, California

We believe that the awkward and the plus-sized shall rise up and inherit Miami. We vow to liberate the universe through cheesecake and rock. Slip into a pair of slouchy suede flat-boots, button up that asymmetrical collar, and strap on your shoulder pads. We are Zbörnak. ... more

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Track Name: Cyber-Teens
What is adolescence for?
When I jerk off I shut the door
Cyber-pornos every night
Techno-trash is outta sight

We're cyber-teens
with teenage dreams
and robot parts
programmed by you
the grown-ups who
tell us behave
and stay in school

and it's never enough
we gotta get good grades
and do robot stuff
like where mirror shades

What is adolescence for?
When I jerk off I shut the door
Cyber-pornos every night
Techno-trash is outta sight

I'm a cyborg dream
my implants gleam
i'll make a scene
i wanna date
the guys you hate
and fool around
and stay out late

my DNA's great
better than you
cuz I'm white
my eyes are blue
Track Name: Backwards People
woke up this morning; looked in the mirror
said to myself you need a makeover
i'm so attractive; it's retroactive
it's my life story, but it's so boring

when you first see me, you think that you know me
i'm so eclectic; seem so electric
when you closer at this exposure
we're just a poor-man's version of your band

you did it the hard way
but we did it our way
as long as we get paid

what does it matter
we'll write the songs after
we're doing it backwards

get me a headshot, and i will look so hot
we need an agent before we can stage it
put me on tv so they can see me
we promise plenty, but we come up empty
Track Name: GRINDR
We could be together if I could find the words to say.
Turn your head and notice me, I’m a thousand feet away.

Love don’t come in a little box,
but that’s the bill of goods they sold.
I left with a handful of fool’s gold

“Nice Guy” is just another way to say I don’t stand a chance.
You wont even say hello cuz you don’t want in my pants.

You say you’re looking for friendship
so why do you demand my stats?
It’s always the same: no fems, no fats!

Connectivity’s the dream of our shiny modern age.
I paid my fee but I’m left trapped in this gilded plastic cage.

The pen, the screen, and the telephone;
So what’s next? I’m getting bored.
Download another way to be ignored.

Block me; tell your faggot friends the pathetic things I say.
Next to you, but might as well be a thousand miles away.

Grinding sharpens an edge.
The evil you spew comes back around
to cut you with the blade that you ground down.
Track Name: Suzanne in Japan
She was a queen
a pageant machine
And I am no liar

Put a dress on.
Twirled a baton
The shit was on fire

She won the prize
in '75
Miss Georgia so fair

My Georgia pride
some of it died
Since she isn't there

Nihonde wa suzan'nu
Nihonde wa suzan'nu
Nihonde wa suzan'nu
Nihonde wa suzan'nu

Mother of swine.
Heiress divine.
Atlanta's best name

Then came a day
she went away
Now nothing's the same

A radical shift
a Tokyo drift.
She's orient-bound

Say it ain't true.
What'll I do
When she's not around

Nihonde wa suzan'nu
Nihonde wa suzan'nu
Nihonde wa suzan'nu
Nihonde wa suzan'nu