The Black Sparks

by The Black Sparks

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We started this band when we were in second grade. In 2014, we decided it was time to go into the the studio and record our first LP. This album encapsulates the efforts of literally ten years of growing as musicians and writers. Now we can finally share it with everyone. THANK YOU ALL.

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released June 15, 2016

Produced by Kevin Erickson
Engineered by Hugh McElroy
Recorded at Inner Ear in Arlington, VA
Overdubs & Mixing at Swim-Two-Birds in Washington DC
Mastered by TJ Lipple
THE BLACK SPARKS
Jonah Antonelli: guitar
Ray Brown: bass
Sam Grove: guitar
Andrew Salfi: voice
Nathaniel Salfi: drums & percussion

Andrew played cello on Anticlap, spazzy keyboard solo on Nukem
Ray played extra guitar on NFM 1 and Burn to Earn, drums on NFM 2
Nathaniel played bass on NFM 2, trumpet on Rocketbird & NFM 2
Sam played baritone on Rocketbird, NFM 2
Jonah played saw on Rocketbird & NFM 2
Kevin played keyboards, tape echoes, extra percussion
Daoud Tyler-Ameen played tambourine on Run Through The Streets and also let us borrow it for other songs.
Choir on Not For Me: Katie Greer, Mark Sullivan, Maia Eskin, Akua Amankwah-ayeh, Raina Weinstein, Max Novak, Christopher John Moon, Pat Walsh, Ryan Little, & Brendan Polmer
Reading from Frederick Douglas on Burn To Earn: Raina Weinstein

Cover art by Andrew Salfi
Layout and design by Alexander Rudenshiold

Thanks to Ryan Little & Brendan Polmer for pastries, Don Zientara for hospitality, & Eric (the assistant manager from FedEx) for the scan of the cover.

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DC/MD post-post-post hardcore

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Track Name: Corporate Shuffle
Slaves sew you together
Just according to the weather

Triple XL everyone, bigger is better right?
Smother all and do the corporate dance

Do the corporate dance
Do it now

Slaves sew you together
Just according to the weather

Triple XL everyone, bigger is better right?
Smother all and do the corporate dance
Track Name: Plastic Cards
Want, need, buy useless crap
I am just a hypocrite
Want, need, buy useless crap
I am just a hypocrite

Delusions, we think it's ours, back it up on plastic cards

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Want, need, buy useless crap
I am just a hypocrite
Want, need, buy useless crap
I am just a hypocrite

Sleep repeat
Die in sleep
Track Name: Anticlap
Fake smile that you make
Cheer on for our mistakes
Retake that happy face and keep on smiling

"Fantastic" they say, but inside its just grey
Look down, raise your eyebrows,
Pull up that wide, frown

Good job, you fail, and my mind goes off the rails
Good job, you fail, just don't even try
Good job, you fail, and you're just a bunch of flat stares
Good job, you fail, just don't even try

Fake smile that you make
Cheer on for our mistakes
Retake that happy face and keep on smiling

"Fantastic" they say, but inside its just grey
Look down, raise your eyebrows,
Pull up that wide, frown
Track Name: Rocketbird
Hey its okay
Don't be afraid
Because he's just a bird
A rocket bird

You are lying, thats not true, thats some crap
You're lying, you're lying, thats not true, thats some crap
Hey its okay
Don't be afraid
Because he's just a bird
A rocket bird

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Hey its okay, don't be afraid, he's just a bird, a rocket bird
Delivers us our toast, oh why, oh why do we fear him
Because he's just a bird a rocket bird

Hey its okay
Don't be afraid
Because he's just a bird
A rocket bird

He doesn't do any of that
That is some crap
Hey its okay
Don't be afraid
Track Name: Food Tubes
You're too lazy, too see yourself
Too much time, spent in the same room
blinders glued, to the side of your head
You are a, working man

Dependent on foodtubes
You're locked in
Force-fed confidence with a spoon
You're locked in
Top serving, from the evening news
You're locked in
You like the feeling of a foot up your ass

You're too lazy, too see yourself
Too much time, spent in the same room
blinders glued, to the side of your head
You are a, working man

(synopsis of a white collar working man)
This is where the scum of the earth
Never learned to change their shirts
Guided by riches, money and fame
This is where we need to draw the line
(you are no better than who you've been falsely told to hate)

You're too lazy, too see yourself
Too much time, spent in the same room
blinders glued, to the side of your head
You are a, working man
Track Name: Run Through the Streets
You look back
Eyes glazed over
Try to grab a hold of the memories
You finally knew there was nothing there

There is nothing there
Nothing there
There is nothing there
Nothing to count on

You think about your family and your kids
While I think about how to fucking die
Well versed in playing the game
You'll all realize that you'll end up thinking the same

There is nothing there
Nothing there
There is nothing
Nothing to count on

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You('ve) never run through the streets.
Track Name: Not for Me
There he goes again
Same streets sam alleyways
Second nature too him
At least he don't stand alone
Only the cold hearted (let you) stand alone
Every second he spends, he's closer to death

That's not for me.

Here they come again
All dressed in black
Morals straight from the paper
Making decisions, they never look back
Instincts kick in
I thought we were better than this
I thought that man helped the fellow man
but I guess that...

That's not for me.