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Between the Outfield and Outer Space

by Bud Bronson & The Good Timers

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    Between the Outfield and Outer Space is an examination of the dark side of nostalgia, self-delusion and ignorance. It is an album about struggling to make sense of the incomprehensible during unprecedented times. It both celebrates and despairs over the individual's smallness against the great gears of society and the universe at large. We put our entire selves into it, and we hope you can take something worthwhile out of it. Limited count of 300 12" LP's on translucent green vinyl, release by Denver champion of independent rock & roll Snappy Little Numbers.

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Can you really consider it a rite of passage If you never even let it pass But you could never help being such a badass Ripping round in your black Trans Am Never let 'em tell you it's going outta style That you're the last of a dying breed We can still rule it all from top row of the Lieder Field nosebleeds If it's all been done, we'll do it again Some friends stay put, some friends have left We still got us, yeah to hell with them We can still kick it in our basements Now I can wear my dad's old softball jacket From the year they were county champs And we can play a show at the American Legion Like we did with our high school bands I saw you slumped against the wall, you were staring at A Baywatch poster on the door Sucking on the end of a dying cigarette I guess the glory days are back once more From way up here on the overpass We can watch em all just racing past Killing time and crushing cans We're forever champs Whoaaaa We are the champions We are the champions We are the champs of the basement If weeeee miss our glory days We’ll turn back the clock so they always stay The world used to be such a smaller place In the basement, everything will be okay Let ‘em jam up the highway Let ‘em gridlock 78 When they come for us it won’t matter Baby nobody’s getting away
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I spent my day at the mall Buying our way through our brand new nightmare dawn I saw stranger’s faces, wondering what they thought But I couldn’t erase the feeling I got that I’m to blame For thinking everything would be okay Yeah the universe wouldn’t let it end this way Cause I just wanna watch the game I’m wide awake and it’s morning, and I’m paralyzed I had a moment of peace and then I opened my eyes It wasn’t just a bad dream late last night, yeah that was real life Aaron would you pick me up? I got my jacket on, I’ll be waiting for you out front I know it’s killing you, it’s killing all of us We’ll go to Carmine Lonardo’s and chase it with a sub Cause this is not the time to lose our minds Yeah Arty says we’ll all be fine But it really feels real this time I wanna know what I’m made of We made a mistake Will I stand up and fight or just sit and wait? I ended last night at 7-11, I swear I’ve woken up a different person Is it too soon, for us to think about something nice? Are we still going to that show tonight? Are you worried about what’s gunna happen if we get high and overanalyze? Oh man, it’s a valid question, cause I don’t wanna go there tonight It’s all coming into focus I’m gunna live a life of purpose I can hear it all in stereo chorus I’m done sitting waiting for it I’m gunna live I’m gunna live a life of purpose No more feeling weak and hopeless I’m gunna live a life of purpose 
Yeah, I’m gunna miss so bad All the fun times that we could have had I swear that version of me is dead I’m a brand new man
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I've got this newfound sense of purpose Combined with the fear it might all be entirely worthless Have you read the news? Does it even make a difference all the little stupid things that I do? Yeah it could be the end of our lives tonight Yeah it could be the end of our lives I got this feeling that I’m trying to deny tonight Yeah this could be the end of our lives Sean sent me a text, it just said "Doomsday" We were scared as hell to finally graduate Oh what a totally luxurious fear Will we make the most of our next 60 years Yeah it could be the end of our lives tonight Yeah it could be the end of our lives I got a feeling I wanna deny tonight Yeahhhhhhhhh I don't wanna die living like this I'm blowing it, we're blowing it But I don't wanna fight if it's too late I'm losing my mind in the U.S.A. We used to joke about driving your car off a cliff '91 Toyota Camry, that car was sick We'd waste our time, we'd get lost on drives Staring down the infinite rest of our lives Now there's a bulldozer behind my house Sinking metal teeth into the frozen ground The house across the alley just got tore down I hope the new neighbors don't think we're too loud Man or machine they're gunna tear it all down If they do it for us, we'll do it ourselves Man or machine, they're gunna tear it all down Welcome to the neighborhood, are we too loud? Over our dead bodies are we turning it down Now the cliche seems so outdated Fighting off the bad guys with amplification So many things I used to worry about Seem so insignificant now Cause it could be the end of our lives tonight Yeah it could be the end of our lives I got this feeling that I wanna deny tonight Yeah it could be the end of our lives Have I spent too long living off the fat of the land of the stars and stripes? I don't wanna feel like a parasite The universe sends us complications That can't be solved by amplification
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I’m throwing punches but I’m not sure where to aim I’m torn between the outfield and outer space We’ll turn it on and Set it all up to blast off Hyperspeed into a sea of stars We’ll find a way to make sense of it all I’m throwing punches into the cosmic void I’m trying to scream but I’m just making noise I’m battling the infinite I’m searching for common a thread between the vast unknown to the small world where I live We got a million different possibilities From sea to shining galaxy Yeah we can fly through 'em all at warp speed And we may not learn a single thing Yeah may not learn a single thing But the view is pretty mind-blowing And when we’re fried from everything we’ve seen There’s no shame in calling for retreat
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I'm high in the airport And I'm about to get so much higher I'm flying home, I'm flying back in time I wanna hear Mike Francesa Scream about stuff that doesn't matter I wanna fade into familiar bliss Whatever's goin' on, I don't wanna know I'm tuning out, I'm in airplane mode There was a time in my life when I wanted nothing more Than doing what I'd done before The thought's kinda comforting, but I'd stagnate if it came to be A basement champ for all eternity It used to be about debauchery Clinging to teenage fantasy Now it's an exit strategy A way to escape reality Cause the world's so goddamn big I need a place where it's all explained to me Wrap me up and swallow me I wanna forget about everything x2 Be kind and please rewind, a highlight reel of all of our good times Yeah we can make some more tonight Would it have ever been enough Buds and Buds Friday night at the Paca Club? It doesn't ever matter now We can kick it at Kevin's house Would it have ever even been enough? The "Boys Are Back In Town" in Steve's garage? We ain't never ever gunna find out It doesn't even matter now cause I'm going back to the womb, hey Matt is it cool if I crash with you? Yeah, I’m going back to the womb I'm going back to the womb, we can do everything we used to do Don't think too much just power through Cause we're testing time travel
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There are things I wanna tell you Things that I think you should know But I don’t wanna hear what you think of me so I’ll just keep my mouth shut Yeah I’ll just keep my mouth shut But if we start a tab, man we’ll leave it open Man it’s been so many months and miles, I’m just so glad to see you And the things we’re scared to talk about, let’s just not dig into But if you wanna throw one back, I’ll throw one back with you I can’t believe it’s been 15 years since all the smoke and haze Yeah it’s burned into my brain We can climb up on your roof tonight, you’ll turn to me and say “Yeah the skyline has changed” But the view remains the same Let’s take one more walk through Lion’s Park It just seems so small now The same woods where I hid from the world when I thought I had it all Yeah I thought I had it all But I was just scared, I was just pretending and I knew it all along Yeah, I knew it all along But the dream can still live on Yeah, we don’t gotta have talk
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I’m plugged in, I’m fully charged I’m sending signals straight from Queens, New York Through a satellite a million miles away And I can hear the planes screaming high above the stadium lights Drowning out the voice over the PA But not the thrill of the grass, or the view from the stands Where your jersey color separates the good from bad I wish it were all still as simple as that A world where bench-clearing brawls were about mean as we'd get Cause I’ve been thinking bout all of our high school drives When we’d get lost in New Jersey, Winter 2005 30 years down the road, if we make it that far Our kids will be forever found in their self-driving cars Hey Dad, I used to hear you talking to our dog He'd just stare back at you, but you would keep keeping on Now I hear you tell Alexa everything you want Yeah the future is here, but you're about to move on There's a Brave New World Series coming I hope you won't be around to tune in Even the playoffs, they won't be worth watching Cause we all lose no matter who wins I wasn't born to talk to robots But the world's such a different place than it was The future is here, the one I've been dreading You're moving along before it all blows up I don’t wanna watch it blow up We’ll hold it down you’re gone
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You and I we’re living in two parallel universes Things you say happened, I just ain’t so sure This ain’t a mistake, it’s a black-hole time-warp breakdown Cause I can’t decide if you’re dead wrong or if we just disagree (x3) I can’t be sure how anybody could be convinced of anything right now Forrest tell us all about the last space documentary you watched I need some perspective I wanna see it all from afar, be reminded of how small we really are A speck of dust in a sea of stars And if the universe doesn’t care, I wanna hang with some friends who do And if the universe won’t help us clean up our mess, well I guess it’s up to me and you
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It’s all coming down to this tonight Someone’s getting ripped to shreds beneath the stadium lights But you and I were never the silent type So if we’re going down, we’re going down in style Let it ride Here we go again, I think I’m gunna be sick Watching ‘em carry on like this Arms raised in the winners stand, shit-eating grins, backslapping screaming fans Let ‘em swallow what they can ingest until they puke it up out back Heads spinning, trying to comprehend how they could have put their trust in such shitty friends Man, we can’t win every night Yeah we’re gunna get crushed some times But if this is how it’s gunna end, we’re going down convinced we’re the best Cause nothing’s less complicated than pure self-righteous indignation Yeah I’m still convinced we were right Yeah I swear to God we were right Does anybody really care tonight? Yeah, really, who cares tonight
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I tell it all to you because I know you’ll listen And just nod your head and agree Tell me I’m right and it all makes sense Right now affirmation’s all that I need Cause for all my triumphant verbiage about living a life of purpose, all I’m really doing is learning how hard it is to become a different person And I can cling to my vengefulness and my self-indulgent self-righteousness only if I’m willing to admit it’s all completely worthless in the end And I can keep rooting for my side, hanging onto my hometown pride only if I realize reality will never be so black and white Still I just wanna watch the game Gary, Keith and Ron take me away I’ll take it any way I can these days, I just want an escape And when all the party bands stop singing songs about beers in hands, arms around friends and upbeat jams about how the good times will never end I wanna believe this too shall pass But there’s a voice in my head saying “b-b-baby, you ain’t seen nothing yet” Cause some crazy things happen man, yeah some things that are bigger than us Yeah they’re bigger than us And we can turn the amps up to 11 but it probably won’t accomplish much except pissing the neighbors off Welcome to the block! When you’re alone in a crowded bar surrounded by friends and you can’t find a reason To fake it and raise your fist and sing along once more to Don’t Stop Believing, well that song sucks anyway We got a million more to sing I don’t know if they’re still making them But I wanna watch the movie where the good guys win in the end

about

When we last heard from the Good Timers on their debut LP Fantasy Machine, the band was “running wild and living free”, blissfully high-fiving their way through a galaxy of dive bars, 4AM taquitos and Independence Day reruns. Any seeds of doubt in the cracks of their Coors-Light-basted sidewalks were buried under a chorus of arm-in-arm friends making their purpose abundantly clear: tonight we party, and tonight will last forever.

On their sophomore full-length, Between The Outfield And Outer Space (BTOAOS), the band confronts the dawn of a morning they pretended would never come, examining their own foray into fantasy within a world that seems hell-bent on clinging to its own.

Heavy? Yes. Bleak? Maybe. A downer? Hardly. While the band breaks into uncharted territory thematically — taking a harder look at long-championed BBGT tropes such as nostalgia, excess and willful ignorance — the music explodes with more urgency than ever.

BTOAOS’ title track wastes little time broadcasting the album’s space-sized ambition, riding shimmering guitars into the outer reaches of the cosmos before “We Are The Champions (Of The Basement)” lands squarely back on Earth, playing like the rec-room soundtrack to a Bruce Springsteen show after-party. Over the next 30+ minutes, BTOATS seamlessly pays homage to the full spectrum of BBGT’s influences, from 1970s AOR and Rivers Cuomo fan-boy shredding to early-aughts high-school essentials like Bleed American and Tell All Your Friends. The result is a complete, compelling and fully individual work that satisfies the lofty standards set forth by none other than Patrick Stickles: “It should always be the dearest hope of the Artist that the Art they create could have been created by no one else.”

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released October 12, 2018

Recorded and mixed at Black In Bluhm Studios
Mastered by Andrew Vastola
Music by Bud Bronson & The Good Timers
Lyrics by Brian Beer

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