The Terrordactyls(self-titled)

Album Info:

All album artwork was designed and hand drawn by Tyrel Stendahl. The photo from which it came was provided by Terri Carper. The house depicted inside the cd sleeve, also know as the Swamp Castle, was where Tyrel lived in Olympia with a bunch of people; this includes Brendhan, Rach’ll, Terri, Sarah, as well as Michael, Olivia and Heather for a brief period.

All of the songs were written and recorded by Michael Cadiz. The majority were written in either Olympia or Chicago. A couple were written in Seattle. Most of the recordings were done in Michael’s Seattle apartment. Eventually, Michael’s neighbors started making fun of his singing and he had to finish recording vocals at Evergreen. All of Tyrel’s parts were recorded in his living room in Brooklyn.

The recordings were then handed off to Terry A. Setter(A.K.A Terrydactyl) to be mixed and mastered. He did an incredible job fixing everything and making it sound way better than anyone could have imagined given Michael’s limited skill with audio stuff.

Pankof Records was originally run by Jean LeMay, who at the time, also owned a fishing company carrying the same name. Both enterprises eventually went bankrupt and the house was rented out to Tyrel until it’s recent sale in March of 2007. Tyrel and Michael are now carrying on the torch and propagating the legend of the Swamp Castle completely unbeknownst to LeMay family.

Track Listing:

Facelift
Sabina
Zombie Girl
I Want to Cry
Decoration Daniel
Fall
Devices
Sandcastles
Shipping
Parking Lots
Nobody Knows
Swimming
Home
Baltimore

Lyrics:

Facelift

Last night, I crawled out back of my bedroom window
and I felt my neck crack, so I let all my sins go to hell and I kept on running like the wind blows.

I ran into a girl that had no face, just a large whole. She said the snowman she had made tore out her brains and took her soul. She said her parents wouldn’t have her and she couldn’t go to school, because the children filled her skull with black and decker power tools.

So, I ran into a factory where frowns were being built. I turned the machines upside-down and made a smile for the girl. I handed it to her and she kissed me on the cheek. My face was stained with blood for the remainder of the week.

She told me that she loved me, so I got down on one knee. We were married the next day in the smile factory. All the workers started crying tears of joy and tears of gladness, then we all exchanged high fives as we rode into the sunset.

Sabina

Run. Run. Run away.
There’s nothing left to do today.
Your slate’s been wiped clean as can be,
Sabina

Float. Float. Float into the sky.
There’s nothing nicer than
the heights one reaches
when one says goodbye.

Shut your eyes and go to bed.
There’s nothing left inside your head.
I hurts, but what is one to do?
It’s not much but, Sabina, we love you.

Drink. Drink. Drink a cup of tea.
There’s nothing sweeter than
A lonely cup of tea

Look. Look. Look at the white wall.
There’s nothing prettier
than absolutely nothing at all.

Close you eyes and go to sleep.
Dream happy dreams inside your dreams.
It’s stupid, but there’s not much more
that you can do, Sabina.

Zombie Girl

You crushed my face
tore out my heart
broke my knee caps
with a crow bar.

We played croquet
in my back yard.
You ate my hand
gave me a hug.

I love you always
et pour toujours
You are my lover
T’es mon amour.

Your face is yellow
just like the sun.
Your forehead’s bleeding.
You’re lots of fun.

Your eyes are twinkling
just like the stars.
You make my heart beat
fast like a car.

I love you always
et pour toujours
You are my lover
T’es mon amour.

You have no nose,
But that’s okay.
You can hide treasure
inside your brain.

You’re really special.
You’re really cool.
You’re the most awesomest
girl in my school.

I love you always
et pour toujours
You are my lover
T’es mon amour.

I want to cry

I want to cry.
I want to cry.
I want to lay down on the highway.
Don’t you see?
I want to cry.

I want to swim.
I want to swim.
I want to have a dolphin fin.
Why don’t you see?
I want to swim.

My tears are funner than everyone.
More fun than you and me and everybody.
Dolphin’s are like a pair of roller skates.
They come in many different sizes and shapes.

I want to run.
I want to run.
I want to personify fun.
Why don’t you see?
I want to run.

I want to fall.
I want to fall.
I’m super bored of being tall.
I want to fall.

My feet are faster than the un in unable.
I can do anything I want under the table.
My heart is smaller, but my love for you is taller
than the sky scraping its head into tomorrow.

Decoration Daniel

Decoration Daniel
Oh, he’ll decorate a landfill.
He’ll decorate a zit
on your pretty face.

Decoration Daniel
Oh, he decorates his candles
with a doily
and garnishes them with flames.

He paints the sky bright blue
and he hangs the clouds up with glue.
He speckles them with rain
and then, he tops it off with you.

You’re his favorite color.
You’re his favorite crayon.
Oh, you’re the magic in his marker.
You can even call him Dan.

You’re the finest colored pencil.
You’re a day-glow plastic stencil.
You’re the glitter on the poster.
You’re a glimmering ceramic coaster.

He paints the sky bright blue
and he hangs the clouds up with glue.
He speckles them with rain
and then, he tops it off with you.

Fall

Shoot me in the face.
I’ll shoot you in the face.
We’ll see which one of us
can shoot the other, in the most accurate place.

Stab me in the chest.
I’ll stab you in the chest.
We’ll see which one of us
can stab the other, in the chest the very best.

If you want to die.
Give me a call.
We’ll have each other bleeding in no time at all.
Our summer’s ending. Now, it’s time we fall.

Hang me from the rafters
and I’ll hang you from the lamp post.
We’ll see which one of us
wants to end everything the most.

Give me all you got.
I’ve had a heart attack,
but that was just a snack
compared with what I’ll do, if I can’t die with you.

If you want to die.
Give me a call.
We’ll have each other bleeding in no time at all.
Our summer’s ending. Now, it’s time we fall.

Devices

I’ll start with you.
If you start with me.
We could start together maybe start a family tree
like a couple of words starting with the same letter
I wanna alliterate with you.
I wanna sound clever.

We don’t quite fit.
We don’t really rhyme,
but we got a good rhythm going when we grind.
We slant to the beat.
and we slant to the melody.
It feels like we fit when we’re dancing on MTV.

You
and
I
are
meant
for
each other
a literary device
alone we’re just words
but together we’re
lovers

You lift me up way into the clouds.
You keep my feet firmly on the ground.
I feel like I’m floating each time that we kiss.
I beg of you don’t drift too far for your hugs I will miss.
Missing you hurts, but it’s all worth the pain
if only for the letters
little hearts by my name.
I love you forever.
I love you forever.
What I’d give to have spent the last four years together.

You
and
I
are
meant
for
each other
stumbling,
tumbling,
falling
apart we’re just words
but together, we’re
lovers

Sand Castles

The funnest game we ever play
is thinking of where we could run
away together further and
further everyday.

A party bag filled to the top
of different places we could stop.
A pillow case on Halloween
that’s overflowing with daydreams.

I’ll take you to the north
and we’ll go sledding everyday.
We’ll be pulled by a pack of house cats
in a our favorite wooden sleigh.

You’ll take me to the seaside
and we’ll keep a flock of sheep.
We’ll swim all day, then rule the land
in a sand castle on the beach.

Remember when we walked for hours
back and forth on Prince and Bowery?
Were you truly upset?
Did you really mean it when you said?

“I’ll never let you take me
anywhere ever again.”
Was that a threat, exaggeration
or were you just making conversation?

I promise there’re a million other
places I could get us lost,
a thousand unmarked doorways
a handful of awkward double-stops.

I’ll lose myself in you
if you will lose yourself in me,
then we can wander around aimlessly
looking for someplace new to eat

I wonder if one day we’ll finally
find the nerve to run away.
What games will we invent?
What will it be like in the end?

Shipping

Send me a big smile.
Envelope me in your arms.
Tape my knees across my tummy.
Shut me up inside a cardboard box.

Litter it with first class stamps and
tell me that I’m number one.
Maybe a sticker or two to
show everyone that I’m fun.

Remember that you needn’t bother
pack me a lunch box or water.
Just remember that I love you.
Just remember that you’ll never

see me ever again.
My body got messed up on the train.
A case of wine and some
boxes of knives fell
on my face. Now,
I am going to die.

I close my eyes and listen to my
insides becoming outsides.
I listen to them wave and file
out of me in a parade.

My kidneys descend hand in hand
after the storm has cleared
like a couple of soggy truffles
or a loving pair of deer.

I wasn’t built quite strong enough
to keep them warm and safe.
I cried as your heart tumbled out with mine.
Our love would never propagate.

Maybe I could find a boat to
take us both away.
I wouldn’t have to miss you anymore.
I promess it would be the same.

I’d listen to you giggle
and I’d listen to your heart beat faster
with every caress,
I’d listen long into each morning after.

Parking Lots

I saw a heart shaped oil stain last night
while walking home on pike and Broadway
like a loving queen perched
on her asphalt throne.

She ruled the corner firmly
like a mother to her child,
like a lover to a daydream
or as magic tricks will rule a smile.

She hid beneath a taxi as her
neighbors screamed and fought.
The shell station was her kingdom.
Her castle was the parking lot.

She wondered if one day
she’d find a king to keep the drunks at bay,
a gentle oil puddle
that would never wash away.

She was born from an old engine
that had never really been maintained,
a broken home beneath a hood
that leaked each time it rained.

She hadn’t met her parents,
but she heard that they resided
on a sidewalk by a Texaco
on eastern Staten Island.

They never lived to learn
that their daughter had become royalty.
A hard working employee
scrubbed their bodies to the street.

Nobody Knows

These are terrible, terrible, terrible, terrible times
for terrible, terrible, terrible, terrible rhymes.
Nothing seems to fit one bit.
I’ve been tearing away at life’s old slit. I swear,
one of these days, I’m gonna tear it right off her leg.

I’ve got a curious, curious, curious sort of smile,
but I haven’t shown it in public for a really, really, really long while.
One of these days, I’m gonna file that nail, right
down to the finger, where there’s nothing but rough sailing
‘til the end, ‘til the very, very end of the day.

It’s a horrible, horrible, horrible, horrible way,
such a horrible, horrible, horrible thing to say.
I haven’t been alone in weeks.
I wonder what it’d take for me to be
the kind of boy that’d never run away.

One, two, three
Spin the chamber and point the barrel at me.
Four, five, six
Pull the trigger, now just wait for the click.
No. Nobody knows
just when you face
is gonna explode.

It’s a silly little, silly little, silly little game to play,
but the way that I see it, no, we haven’t got any other way.
I only have a bullet, now we all gotta share.
I’d rather keep it for myself, but I gotta be fare.
I never saw myself as selfish and I want you all to know that I care.

I got a really, really, really good feeling about it this time.
I really, really feel like your gonna be the one to die.
Just make sure to keep your head above the rubbish bin.
I swear, we’re all gonna cheer when your skull caves in.
You’re finally gonna find out what it means to go blind in your mind’s eye.

One, two, three
Spin the chamber and point the barrel at me.
Four, five, six
Pull the trigger, now just wait for the click.
No. Nobody knows
just when you face
is gonna explode.

Swimming

Follow me into the sea.
We’ll see a fish or two.
We’ll se the seaweed
Waving back and forth at us.

You and I,
we’ll swim into the dark
until our bodies implode
and our heart stop beating together.

It’s lonely at the bottom
and it’s lonely at the top.
it’s in the middle that I found you
painting smiles in a large smock.

I would swim next to you forever,
But I fear that you will tire of me
And drift off with a shark.

The choral and the clown fish
are extremely colorful,
but I would rather swim with you.
I rather hope that you would too.

I haven’t got a harpoon
and I haven’t got a spear,
but there isn’t anything to hunt
anyway way down here.

It’s funny, but I haven’t got a clue
as to how one would fall in love with you,
but I still wish you’d stay
for an hour or two.

Home

It’s time
to return home
to return home
to return home.

It’s time
to return home
to return home
to return home.

The night
is winding down
winding around
like a sad clown.

The night
is winding down
winding a frown
all around town.

Oh, me and her,
we meander
from thought to thought
from word to word.

Oh, she and I
navigate time
from front to back
from side to side.

We went to bed
in a snow sled
traveling down a hill,
but when we reached the end
she spread out and became road kill.

It’s time
to return home
to return home
to return home.

It’s time
to return home
to return home
to return home.

It’s time
to sweep the streets
to toss the wrapper
enjoy the treat.

It’s time
to lock the doors
put up the chairs
to mop the floors.

The leaves are waving to and fro
and to, to me and you.
The trees are swaying to,
to 93.3 the kube.

We went to sleep
on the beach
and drifted out to sea,
but when we awoke
our arms were broken
and bricks tied to our feet.

Baltimore

Twenty one and one-half years ago
I woke up crying in suburban Baltimore.
Some fucker kicked me out the door.

Three and three-fourth years ago
I wandered home and woke up sighing
Everything was different.
All the people were confiding in me.

Ever now and again
I go back to where it all began.
I kind of wish I didn’t,
but I like to see my friends.

Oh, Baltimore!
You make me smile.
You make me happy.
We’ll be together in a while.

When I was a kid,
the proudest I had ever been
was when I didn’t hit my sister
for a several hour stint.

When I cleaned the carpet
with a bottle of shampoo
I didn’t want to get in trouble.
I just wanted to clean you,

because everybody knows
that you’re a dirty fucking town,
but I’ve got memories
that keep me coming back jus for another round.

Oh, Baltimore!
You make me smile.
You make me happy.
We’ll be together in a while.