In Good Taste

by The Caligulists!

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released April 26, 2014

Music and lyrics written by The Caligulists!
Recorded at Halfnight Studios by Christopher Cornell, Mark Mezzanotte and Dave Numberg
Artwork by Molly Gambardella

Keyboards on track 2 by Mark Mezzanotte
Additional vocals on track 2 by Diane Spodnick, Molly Gambardella
Additional vocals on track 2, 3 by Tara Piscatelli
Additional vocals on track 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 by Mark Mezzanotte and Dave Numberg

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The Caligulists! New Haven, Connecticut

The rock 'n' roll band, The Caligulists!, were formed on the same day that the great Campo gave wisdom to the world. That was when the first human atom had decided to become human, which of course was long before the life and death of any of the members of the Caligula family clan. There for The Caligulists! were formed not by the sheer will of the musicians, but by destiny. ... more

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Track Name: The Masterbirth
Many ages ago before Mother Earth and Father Moon had gotten jiggy with it. Before the blanket of stars was tucked away securely in the celestial bed known as the universe,
The Great Campo lived alone.

Poached from the sultry embers of the Masterbirth, the Bride of the Atom conceived divine beings that would go forth and challenge all he had created. These sexual deviants were charged with the ultimate task;
sow the seeds of debauchery, thus saving rock n' roll for all eternity.

Legends came to speak of these heroes as, The Caligulists!
Track Name: Pillow Fight!
Snoozing at my house, we'll scream and shout
And probably practice making out
This bra's too tight (Take it off / Alright!)
We're gonna have a pillow fight tonight

We're nothing but a couple of teenage girls
Don't care about anything in the world
We're nothing but a couple of teenage
Having a good time, having a good time

Covered in whipped cream, Jell-o and sin
A sticky slumber party, a girls night in
With chips and dick, rogue lipstick
Phallic produce, fellatious tips

We're nothing but a couple of teenage girls
Don't care about anything in the world
We're nothing but a couple of teenage
Having a good time, having a good time

Having a good time, Having a good time
Having a good time, Having a good time

Yeah!
Track Name: Sweeter Than Sixteen (Littler Sister)
Started out jerking off in the bathroom stall because your picture came up on my Facebook wall
Your Twitter told me where you're going to eat, that's how I ended up cumming at your school track meet
Damn those titties, wow that ass, I wonder what time she gets out of class
On her way home I followed her bus, a never ending tale of longing and lust

Her brother had me over just to work on some math, but all i could think of was dividing that ass
I asked to use the bathroom so I left in a rush, hoping that you left a present and forgotten to flush
Damn those hips, wow those thighs, I took some of your panties just to smell your insides
I heard you coming up the stairs, I closed my eyes, so underneath your pillow is my sticky surprise

Does she it slow?
Is she ready to go?
Can i sneak on inside?
Is she ready to ride?
Track Name: Catholic Girls
And do not covet brothers and sisters
That young sweet and sticky, supple, voluptuous fruit
Plucked from the Garden of Eden
Ripe for the picking, ready for the sticking
Mouth-watering, finger-licking, neighbors daughter
Tell me your sins brothers!

The walk, the curves, that tight dress
You gotta want it bad, come on confess
Gettin' life lessons from a book that's false
Lies by white men to keep your fine legs crossed

If you love someone just go have fun
Life's not about living for an absolution
Give up, give in, genuflect
Sing a hymnal for the flesh erect

Catholic Girls!
You spend your weekends on your knees
So get down on the floor baby
Confess your sins to me (Oh-oh, Oh-oh, Oh-oh)

Catholic Girls!
Get out your dress and put on your show
'cause it's against my religion to say
No. No, No No No No.

Go down, lay back, break those habits
Without the Bible baby we can fuck like rabbits
Celibacy before matrimony
Its just a bunch of fucking Biblical baloney

Times have changed, judgement past
A girl's gotta have faith in what she has
Give up, give in, genuflect
Sing a hymnal for the flesh erect

Bite down baby, bite down baby, bite down baby
Bite down baby, bite down baby, bite down baby

(Bite down!) (Bite down!)
What do you believe in? Nothing that you're seein'.
You're another sheep, herding with a beating

It feel it inside me now.
Track Name: Endless Spring Break
The native doesn't like the tourist
For every native of every place is a potential tourist and every tourist is a native somewhere
Every native lives an overwhelming life of boredom and depressing banality
Every deed is an attempt to forget this
Every native would like a way out
A rest, a tour

Spring break, get laid
All day, every day
Gonna get turnt up, gonna get my dick wet
It's only for a week, who cares if she gets pregnant?

But the reality is that most natives of the world cannot go anywhere
They're too poor, too poor to go anywhere, too poor to escape their lives and too poor to live properly
And the place where they spend these lives
Which is in fact the very same place, where you, the tourist want to go

They envy you, your financial mobility
Your diluted self-importance
your ability to seek pleasure in the monotony of their daily routine
the apathetic way you mold their identity into that of your own
No, the native doesn't like the tourist
Track Name: Death Rides a Surfboard
Our flamboyance must scare you, let's show you how we do
No mistakes about us, our androgyny ain't our weakness
Your girlfriends or their boyfriends, we'll take them from behind and
Educate them, saturate them, full on anally penetrate them

If you've got a fuckin' problem with us
Come say it to our face
If you think your holes are off limits
We'll put you in your place

You heard the stories about us and all the shit that happened on the tour bus
We're not your average surf punk band, so unzip your pants (and) clap your hands
If you're a loner or a stoner, a straight up band geek boner
Get in the Crown Vic, your help is needed, the Moon Man must be defeated

Death rides, Death rides, Death rides a surfboard

Why don't you wax my surfboard?

Awe shit!

Get down, get down, get down get down get down
Get down, get down, get down get down get down
Get down, get down, get down get down get down
Get down, get down, Feel it, Whooo!

Surfs up, Hoes down
Surfs up, Hoes down

Who's bad?