-A

Eraser

God took my rib and he made you
with a mouthful of dirt and eyes full of diamonds
and now you’re reaching out of a walking grave
there’s blood on our words, there’s a light in the woods
and I can’t kick against the echo

and oh, it’s the big erase
and these roots grow too deep to replace
and oh, it’s the big erase
the breath resumes it’s dead space

i’m tired of sex i’m tired of love
and all this human need, i’ve had enough
and now I swing from the branches of a crystal tree
i’ll give you, i’ll give you anything to pull it all out of me

nothing will complete you

buffalo ghost

It’s a motherfucking witch hunt
a television sucker punch
kneel and get your head crushed
you’re just the noose I use to come

all these dead cells regenerate

take the fur and let the meat rot
starve them down to an atomic dot
mow down another wave before it sparks
everything i do, i do in the dark

all these dead cells regenerate

ruined, relentless
i think it bears repeating

we are bone, we are light
we’re the voices in the night
we’re the present, we’re the past
we are nothing
this is me once removed
holding pieces, coming unglued
gravity pulls us in and apart until we’re nothing

you will betray yourself

artmouth

dismantle my brain into tiny little pieces
and paint your face again
the cursive on your wrists spells pure infatuation
the words live on your lips
hey pretty what’s your name what’s your number?
cause that gun in your mouth’s got me stupified
and now im freezing cause my walls all wet
you’re a stain, you’re a Pollack, you’re decayed on the inside

hello today, you’re my tomorrow
you’re three nails to the oldest pleasure
the self divine, you’re down to the wire, down to the wire
hello today, you’re my tomorrow
dial in the self-destruct, we’ll all keep singing
like hands to chrome, to your arty little mouth

the tv is on, plug me into something
so I can love the day
the medicines all snow
canvases of color blend into endless gray

hey pretty what’s your name what’s your number?
cause that gun in your mouth’s got me stupified
and now i’m freezing cause my walls all wet
you’re a stain, you’re a pollack, you’re decayed on the inside

I need to see inside of you

Evil Genie

knock your bones together
like your banging on a frozen satellite
lay back and watch the ice get thicker
collect your dreams and feed the night
you’re the prettiest wolf with the biggest fangs
grand designs, your secret word
you say it once, we come apart
we come apart, we come apart

do you wish that you still had your claws in me?
do you still dream?
do you wish that you still had your claws in me?
our cells ignite and explode
do you wish that you still had your claws in me?
do you still dream?
do you wish that you
do you wish that you
do you
do you
do you

no one hung, no nothing eyes
scale the mud, the maggots die
leave this wish soaked in brine
saliva trails across it’s spine
drink champagne from my skull
i am yours to do with, what you will
flex your might
i am weak
i am

and father, I have seen the sun
bleeding over the chosen one
and all i know, is what i want
i don’t see the answer
i don’t see the answer

Money

You’ve got a face like a swastika
waving from america
gold chains, big car, money that you’re tearing up
to wipe your ass, from city to city
everybody’s eating shit, while you’re just sitting there pretty
and you’re a big man, in a big chair
herding all the sheep to hell
and you just leave them there
now here’s a big drink, how bout a big hand?
cause if you’re earning, then you’re burning
they just don’t understand

let’s get a little ugly baby
let’s warm a little spite
and rest your head on some sweet hatemusic
while i crack apart your soul tonight

burn your money
cause you know it’s kinda funny
tap into the system and you’ll hit the disease
cause the views a lot better when you’re down on your news
burn your money
crack and retouch reasons
divide and replace
you’re gonna love your new face

everybody lick a concrete jesus
we cash out on the virgins then we get drunk
pray louder, pray harder
grit your teeth while the meat gets smarter
call me a ‘faggot’, come say it slow
it’s hard to hear you when I’m sucking your dick
but babe, no homo

while you’re creeping, i’ll be sleeping
in the valley of the dolls
and every inch of our bodies are screaming
while the fires climbing up the walls

you’re gonna love your new face

the hollow

save your breath for the vacuum
little volcanoes in your eyes
ash hung on the sunlight
buries the thunder rolling inside
glass animals glow inside the stillness
as you drown, drown, drown
in a pool of stars

when you get what you think you want
and burn your lips on the thrill to medicate
if i could coax a feeling out
what would it look like?
what would it say?

can you hear a rattle burning up the atmosphere?
head first in the nothing, oh the nothing makes things clear
it’s in your, it’s in your blood erase the doubt
cause I reach in and I grab my tongue
and I pull me inside out

we’ll feel so numb

Cannibal

climb down these limbs
and into my mouth past frozen lips
and ill plant the seeds that grow in your head
can you imagine, when you come apart
all the little thorns, reaching from your heart?

when blood hits the air
knuckle down, like two rabid animals
you’re a cannibal

shadow of a coven on my doorstep screaming
for payment, for skin, and for blind believing
can you imagine, a future like a wasteland
we like to ourselves, like the sun is getting brighter
while they’re dancing on our ribs

beneath a vulture’s wings
we sing the strangest things
half-dead or half-alive
i can’t see past the divide

Dead Boys Society

You flicker like a strobe light
hands fight, stop to go
and the beast is getting violent
you can measure it, bone for bone
so crack open a fresh feeling
back to factory settings, the loving your getting is not
the loving you need
it’s a just script from cheap pornography

i’ll be the dirt, the burning cold
we’ll spin your heart into gold
started so small, ended up too tall
and what they say is true
dead boys get stiffer than you

in a blink
i’m a student and a victim of your alchemy
i’m a loop, i’m a reel
and i’m playing back my sanity
i’m better off dead, at the very least sleeping
at the very least dreaming
at the very least keeping
all these demons from reaching through
and ripping out the best part of you

don’t deny me

i’ve had no luck with the living
so i guess i’m gonna keep on digging

vaultlife

just blur into the background
weave a simple holy stain
you’re close enough to say my name
i cut my hands up to lock this heart down

neither the light
neither the sound
will remain forever now
down inside these four walls
i hold my arms out wide

backs against frozen steel
i fumble with the lock
a kingdom of paralyzed soldiers
who force their shields up
to lock this heart down

i won’t let you inside
cause your poison finds a home
and opens up the cracks
i won’t let you inside
i raise my shields up
and lock this heart down

The Earth Will Eat Itself

hey embryo, one last gasp
my hearts afloat
drowning in scenery
you pass through me

everybody’s dead
everybody’s fuel
everybody’s sucking on a battery
i’m choking on the slivers of this royalty
but my hands are free

lets slow dance into the fire
make a romance of this pyre

i hit the ground screaming
and all the sound comes rushing into my head
and spiderwebs

every little nerve
every bullet hole
everyone is rotting, and we’re leaking
and the love that you’re so desperate for is hard to reach
for shit like me

we’re just piss in the ocean
an arrow shot into an empty sky
cover your eyes, a split decay
between the numbness, and the pain

the blackest hearts grow teeth
and dig a hole in me
and all the animals scream
say goodbye to everything

embryo let the hollow lights in
inhale and now we begin
to miss something, drowned in the rays
molecules spin into a new phase

Music

let me bleed out on the dance floor
carry a pile of flesh home
just ugly shapes in the doorway
grinning wild, remember your name

it’s funny, the way that you consume
so we forget that we’re all food
and something in our cells reacts
you pull the punch and load our backs
the sickness crawls inside your ear
substitutes things that you hold dear
until you follow, without care
a little line that goes nowhere

could you, could you give me a minute?
i was distracted by the music
the truth is, i think my hearts not in it
i was distracted by the music

hollowed out for the last storm
under glass, the body war torn
the only light you’ve ever seen
simulated by machines

it’s funny, the way that you consume
so we forget that we’re all food
the fucking stupid things we do
i guess there’s just no loving you
one hundred nights of this won’t change
those tiny scars to tidal waves
so go on, watch from the gate
baby, the ocean doesn’t wait

we transform

I think i’m starting to go a little crazy. A couple months ago I decided I would take a hiatus from writing and recording in order to recharge my batteries. It had come to my attention that i’ve been making music, non-stop, for three years now. I figured a little me time (I hate that expression) was in order and, admittedly, I reached a point after Hatemusic where I felt I had said, all I needed to say with Draculatron, for the time being. That translates no new songs for a while. In the meantime, I’m focusing on our live shows and working with the material that still needs promotion.  Don’t forget you can download all of our lps and eps digitally, and for free, from our bandcamp page. Just follow the MUSIC link, here on the website.

In other music related business, I did record and post a couple of tracks for my side project WAAILS. Follow the link to check out the facebook page and have a listen. The songs will make up the APARTHEID ep, which I’d like to release soon. And there are plans to begin writing an album in the coming months. I’m also putting together the ever self-indulgent one man show. It will be a mix of new originals and covers, stories and lame jokes, and me banging away at the piano. I can promise that it will be extremely offensive, foul, and chock full of my raging nerdery.  More information is forthcoming.

The rest of the band has also been busy with music of their own. Our bassist, Brian Premo, is an extremely accomplished musician in his own right, and has been playing shows to promote his album “Thirty Years”. You can check out his music at the following places:

Brian Premo
http://www.myspace.com/brianpremo
http://www.reverbnation.com/brianpremo
http://www.cdbaby.com/Artist/BrianPremo

Also, Harleyhimself (dancer/costuming) & guitarist Erica Zalatan have started their own electronic  musical endeavor, which you can check out here: Doctors In the Basement

Here’s to many more shows, and hopefully,  Draculatron MERCHANDISE, in the near future!
Happy new year!

-Anthony

“Happy New Year everyone!

You have all been asking and we finally are announcing it…the next Drags Along the Mohawk show will be for Valentine’s Day weekend, Saturday the 12^th at 8 p.m. $10, and plenty of ones for tipping those eager performers J”

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www.theinnatstonemill.com
www.dragsalongthemohawk.com

http://mardigrasutica.com/

Tickets are currently $10 in advance and will be $15 at the door
You purchase directly from the Mardigras Utica website.

The album is nearing completion and the new live show is in the works. We will kick everything off with the release of “Artmouth” as a free digital single from the album in early may. The single will contain several remixes and brand new artwork and will be available from Bandcamp! Keep your eye out for new blogs and clips from the tracks in the coming weeks!

hatemusic will feature 11 brand new songs:

Eraser
Buffalo Ghost
Artmouth
Evil Genie
Money
The Hollow
Cannibal
Dead Boys Society
Vaultlife
The Earth Will Eat Itself
Music

Things are going to get ugly.
D.

I currently have remixers sinking their teeth into the first single from hatemusic, which will be available as a free digital download towards the end of April. The 1st of the 9 videos is in pre-production and the album is days away from being mastered. I’ve begun collecting imagery and the team and I are working towards revamping the entire stage show for our re-emergence in May. A minor note: for those of you who are worried HYPNOGAGA is somehow falling by the wayside, fear not. The songs will still be a meaty part of our ever growing set. 

hatemusic is at the same time both a summation of and a total evolution of Draculatron’s sound. I feel as though I’ve reached the end of a chapter and now it’s time to share what i’ve learned about myself and the world around me in the past 3 years. I have vague ideas of what the future will hold for me musically, but I can say that this is definitely the first step in that direction. 

Are you ready for construction paper rainbows?
And simulated self inflicted gunshot wounds to the head?
And total abandon?

i’m not going to have a voice after this one.

I imagined the writing and recording of hatemusic would carry me through a few months at least. I knew it was going to be a short set before I started, but even recording We Are Dead Ocean took 4-5 months alone, so you can imagine my surprise when the songs just started pouring out of me. I was literally conceiving a song in the morning and by that evening it would be recorded with a half completed mix. I think part of me was afraid, going into this, that I just had nothing to say. Turns out, I did. A lot to say, in fact. A couple of these tracks contain some of my favorite lyrics I’ve ever written. The way I wrote Hypnogaga, and Dead Ocean for that matter, was painstaking. I built those songs over months, hunting for the right words and I really needed this process to be different. More impromptu, more unedited, more stream of consciousness. This is the way I write poetry, why couldn’t I write songs the same? Since I was making the music AS I was writing the lyrics there are some songs that have words I wrote as I was recording the vocals for them. I wanted to capture the energy of the music. That in the moment feeling. The thing I like best about these new songs is the fire they have. They’re exciting. They’re confrontational. The majority of the record is me screaming at the top of my lungs. I have  a lot of disappointment and a lot of anger, and I forced myself to face it. Tap into it. Own it. Bring all the ugly things, hiding in the shadows, out into the light. Tbc.

The new live setup has turned out even better than expected and i’m really excited at the prospect of taking it out on the road for the spring and summer. We’re currently booking for shows in and outside of the Utica and upstate area. 

Here’s a video from our live in-store performance at Hot Topic in New Hartford, N.Y. on 12/4/09, performing “Palm Trees” acoustic! (Courtesy of Canaan)

Not your usual Draculatron show. Are the dancers sitting down? Wait, why is everyone sitting down?! This was an interesting set because were forced to strip all of these synth heavy songs down to two acoustic guitars and during rehearsals I wasn’t TOTALLY convinced we’d be as effective unplugged but turns out we are and I think we were able to pull this off beautifully. We didn’t have to change the arrangements of the new songs, for the most part, and I love that the harmonies really had a chance to shine. I’d like to do more performances like this in the near future, and rearrange some older songs for acoustic.  Stay tuned!

And this is a video of “Gamma Ray” from our show at The Tramontane in Utica, N.Y. on 1/15/10! (courtesy of Canaan)

I imagine this is what a “Gamma Ray” music video would/will look like in the future. And Erica pounding away on that drum gives me chills every. single. time.

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_A

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