The End (E​.​P​.​)

by YOU'RE FIRED

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about

We took many strides to make the recording as authentic to the real deal as possible: Seth’s favorite engineer, in his favorite studio, with Seth’s long-time guitar, using the same amp head he borrowed from me for the first EP, and even using picks Seth had used. And, as always, NO pedals or effects of any kind.

We also filled the room with stuff Seth loved. First and foremost, his mom. She was there for the entire recording, and even helped out with backing vocals on "Crosses We Bear" (thanks Barb)! Her beau of the last couple decades, Jack, was there too. After setting up the equipment and mics, we made the room invoke Seth’s life. On the
amp, I had the original art from an old Satan’s Warriors shirt, and draped over the side, his leather jacket from when he was a teen. Barb also brought over a jacket he wore as a youngster (like, in his single digits). On the walls, I put up a bunch of things Seth kept with him literally for years: a Village People poster from one of the albums, the huge cardboard standup for the VP’s Live and Sleazy album, the firing range target that looks like Katon from HIRAX that I gave Seth in the early-’90s (we love HIRAX, Hail Katon), a couple promo 8”x10” photos of Damien Storm, the huge, felt million-dollar-bill depicting some generic black guy holding a fan of dollar bills like a goon (Seth bought it from a mall kiosk of photo novelties; he wanted that one off
the display), and a few other things. I also brought a stack of CDs of bands that Seth loved, just to have them there. Shortly before we started, it struck me that we should put one of the room mics up to the Live and Sleazy promo--we put the mic right up to Glenn Hughes so that we could credit Leatherman with “ambience.” Seth would have
absolutely howled laughing at that... How did we not think of doing that before? Our buddy Dave came up from CT as well, just as he had in 2002 when the first EP was recorded--so we had the same “hanging around guy” too.

Just like the Warning EP, ALL the music is done LIVE, no overdubs, no doubling the guitar tracks, just a band in a room. In fact, a few of the tracks on this recording are first takes. Besides adding on the vocals, what you hear is what happened, live. I HOPE IT PUNCHES YOU IN THE FACE. We worked furiously on these tunes for months,
hammering everything out until we killed with precision. Although I tried my best to get the tunes to sound like what Seth would have done with them, I do think it lacks that certain “untucked” element Seth had in his sound, but I’m OK with it. I’m just playing his parts because he’s currently unavailable.

I know Seth would be jacked to hear this recording, and I hope it’s good enough that he’d be pissed he didn’t play on it. I’m pissed he didn’t play on it.

More than anything else, I miss my friend. But I’ll be seeing him again.

Goodnight, Oscar!

Paulie “Felix” Kraynak - July 2012

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released December 7, 2012

Recorded and mixed 24 March 2012 at New Alliance by Ken Cmar.

John Gillis-drums
Mark Fields-vocals
Nick Camilleri-bass
Paulie Kraynak-guitar
Glenn Hughes-ambience

Backing vocals by Mark, Nick, and Paulie with Barbara Donohue, Dave Fitch, and Tim Morse.

Seth wrote the music except for "Crosses We Bear" (Nick) and one riff on "The End" (Paulie).
Mark wrote the lyrics except for "Crosses We Bear" (Nick/Mark)

Vinyl mastered by Rob Colwell and Mark Fields at Bombworks Sound. Final CD/download mastering by Dave Labuguen.

Layout by Gerry Wilson (rocktobr26@gmail.com).

Invaluable encouragement and assistance on this project: Mark Anderson, Robbie Blastasfuk, Kevin Burke, Hank Clark, Ken Cmar, Rob Colwell, DFJ, Barbara Donohue and Jack, Ken Felton, Brad Fletcher, friendly Germans, Dave Labuguen, Tim Lewis, Nate Linehan, Josh Randall, Matt Reid, Lee Suniga, and Gerry Wilson.

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YOU'RE FIRED Boston, Massachusetts

In early 2002, AxCx, PROCLAMATION, & KEVORKIAN'S ANGELS alumni joined forces in YOU'RE FIRED, a fast, raw HC band. We played sporadic live shows, and RSR released our "Warning" EP.

We wrote other songs, but Seth died unexpectedly in 2011. With the help of Seth's long-time collaborator Paulie, we recorded the songs properly as a farewell to our fallen brother. Thus ends the story of YOU'RE FIRED.
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Track Name: Lousy Luck
I'm sick and tired of my lousy luck
No matter what I do, I can't turn a buck
It's been a long time since I had a dime
And handing my pay to my mechanic sucks

Chains of debt wrapped around my neck
I'll never see any black on the right
Scrimp and save, work and slave
Makes no difference--always turns up shite

Whatever I buy is a losing bet
And whatever I try just puts me deeper in debt
I make a point every day to look up and pray
But none of those prayers has been answered yet
Track Name: Carl Drega
For seven long years the bullies picked on the man
Made much of him filling in a hole on his land
Time and again took him to court to beat him down
Big-time egos in a small-time town

For as many years, he fought them on their terms
Until they pushed him past the point of no return
Another trumped-up charge to harrass him again
On that summer day Carl Drega turned the tables on them

He shot the first cop seven times
He shot the second as he ran
He stole their cruiser, then he went to see the judge
Who had screwed with him since all this began

She ran from him and he shot her in the back
He warned an unarmed hero, then he shot him too
As three of his tormentors bled and died
Drega drove the cruiser to his last stand

They made such an issue over dirt and a shack
They pushed until he finally pushed back
They wouldn't leave him alone and now they're dead
Carl Drega still lives on in my head
Track Name: Through Your Head
It's time to face up to the facts
And time to get it through your head
The Fathers wanted all of us to have guns
Preserving freedom with the threat of lead

Don't trust the government--our Fathers didn't
If you think more police make you safer, you're wrong
The Constitution exists to keep our servants on course
(If) they get too out of line, we (can) fix the problem by force

Don't buy its lies; this system seeks to enslave you
Open your eyes and you'll see that it's true
An armed population's the last line of defense
Wherever you look, things are getting intense

(For the unvarnished truth about the racist origins of gun control laws, and how gun control laws enabled the largest genocides of the 20th century, go to jpfo.org)
Track Name: Blind Guides
Faceless zealots on a thought crusade
Wild presumptions have been made
Demagogues, not dialogs--I was warned before I tried
Your bilge amounts to nothing, along with your lies

The roles today aren't the same
But the methods employed haven't changed
All the witch hunts you've joined; all the crosses you've built--
All to absolve you of your forefathers' guilt?

Blind guides

Mouths open wide

Pointing, screaming, beating chests; posturing and gloating

Self-loathing

Becomes a contest

Invalid, irrelevant, insipid, inane
Making your "points" like monkeys with damaged brains
I never checked back to hear any more of you whine
Improvident idiots, a total waste of my time
Track Name: Throw It Off
Race to the bottom
Under color of law
Purveyors of treason spreading like a disease

Controlled opposition
Disinfo, distractions
And most of our servants throwing oaths to the breeze

How much longer do we grin and bear
Through constant lawlessness we don't want to abide?
Power proceeds from consent of the governed,
But now they want to control every facet of life

When do we throw it off?

Our once-great system now corrupt to the core
Despotic designs close in from every side
Our countrymen in slumber, tricked by lies of snakes--
How much more are we supposed to take?
Track Name: Crosses We Bear
We're just another damage case, a write-off left to salvage
But we're picking up the pieces while trudging through your garbage
You rolled the dice, got in too deep
Then papered it over and fleeced the sheep

Your cronies in Washington got you ahead
Now the rest of us scramble for a few scraps of bread
Mortgage the future on a false bill of hope
If the system won't stop you, there's always the rope

You know the crosses
Crosses we bear
You know the crosses we bear

(We were honored that Seth's mom lent her voice to the gang vocal on this song.)
Track Name: Confluence
Concealed under media blackout
But I can smell the brimstone
Master plan of the hidden hand
Advances unabated

Crises orchestrated
Confluence of influence
Answers worse than the problems they created
Humanity hangs in the balance

Calculated shearings
But the sheep don't want to know
The "change you can believe in"
A bankster puppet through and through

It's being done to you
It's being done to me
It's in their plan for all
The large group meeting the demands of the small

Go back to sleep

Pathetic dupes
who made charges of corruption
Now that it's your "messiah" who's running amok
You're blind to your own destruction

I won't kiss the tyrants' feet
As they force their shackles on me
Servants must be brought to heel
Under pain of death if need be
Track Name: This Thing Called Progress
(Originally recorded by POISON IDEA.)
Track Name: The End
May our hearts not become hardened
As we commit our friend to the dust
His spirit we commend to God, knowing
The judge of all the earth is just

He who was seated on the throne said,
"Behold I am making all things new."
Then he said to "Write this down, for
These words are trustworthy and true."

Let us not tire of doing right,
So that our liberty be true,
Committing ourselves to do with all our might
what our hands find to do

May the pains that drain us be healed
May compassion fill the void
May bitterness be destroyed
May we live to see this revealed

(Rev.21:5)

(When Paulie was learning Seth's guitar parts from a jumble of rough recordings kicking around, we noticed two riffs that were never used in any YF song. Paulie added in a third riff for some glue, and presto, we had a brand-new YF song, written with Seth's riffs. For the lyrics, Mark drew some from the eulogy he wrote and delivered at Seth's funeral.)