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1.
Flyover State
2.
02:59
3.
03:21
4.
Backwards
5.
Bacardi Torched Children

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Doubting Thomas Cruise Control:
Bobby Cardos - guitars, vocals
Sean Kelly - guitars, yelling
Chris Sprindis - bass, yelling
Joe McCarthy - drums, vocals

Additional Cruisers:
Dan Murphy - acoustic guitar on Flyover State, feedback on $10 ATM, yelling on Bacardi Torched Children
Alex Boehm - violin on Backwards and Bacardi Torched Children

Recorded in Bed Stuy by DTCC. Mixed by Pete MacDuffie. Mastered by Rob Arbelo.

Cover photo courtesy Charlie Jordan (layout by DTCC)

“...one of the reasons they are afraid to speak is that the standards by which we live--black and white, north and south, in this country--are unlivable standards. It is not important to be safe. It is not important to get a car. It is not important to ‘make it.’ It is important to become a man. And this is what we have forgotten. And that is one of the reasons that the caliber of our political representatives has become one of the mockeries of the 20th century.” - James Baldwin

“I was dressed for success/I lived life on the run/In the end I was dead/But I had so much fun.” - DTCC

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releases 22 April 2014

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Track Name: $10 ATM
I was listening to the radio.
They said the score was close

between the sinful and the righteous
in the full-court game of basketball
to decide the fate of the world.
The stakes were incalculable.

The referee was bribed,
the fouls were flying left and right.
The sinful body-checked the righteous,
and the righteous turned the other cheek and sighed,

"Just let me make this one free throw."

I was talking to a Cherokee.
He said, "Just tens please.

Because that bastard Jackson took me
and my family from Northern Georgia
on a Trail of Tears
into the arid depths of Oklahoma.

There were no amenities,
no remedies for the diseases
transferred via blankets that were
meant to signify a lasting peace.

They left us there, said, 'We gotta go.
But here's some whisky and a casino.'"

I was talking to a little girl.
She said the end was close.
Track Name: N.D.A.
I'm content placing bets
on horses that could scratch.
I digress to impress
just as much as to distract
from the task at your hands.
Such a bore.
From the dough that you rolled
and kneaded.
I needed
I needed to go out.

We shook hands at your bed
and said that it would pass.
First we hedged, then reneged.
Now the contract, it is lapsed.
I've expressed recalcitrance,
but right now
it's a feeling secondhand.
I feel it.
I feel it.
I feel it coming out.

Read the book. Take the test
to prove what we all know:
appendix is excess
in the body and the tome.
Such a beautiful phrase that you missed.
Have a seat; join the rest.
We're bleeding.
We're healing.
We're kneeling to the ground.