My cigarettes turn crunchy stale as soon as I touch ‘em,
The world is turning older still, of me what is to become?
My boss’s face is on the head of every fucking coin,
And he speaks to me, even though we just buried him in Des Moines.
Try Ubik, it’s easy to apply,
Try Ubik, just don’t point it at your eye,
Try Ubik, if your cut becomes infected,
Try Ubik, it’s safe when used as directed.
My friends are turning into mummies practically where they stand,
In the time it takes for minutes to shift the hour hand.
I can’t quite tell what’s up or down, what’s good or what’s bad,
If I find out I’m in half-life I’ll be so fucking mad.
Try Ubik, wake up to Ubik and be wild.
Try Ubik, it comes in spicy and in mild,
Try Ubik, you’ll be as strong as a moose!
Try Ubik, but avoid prolonged use.
Try Ubik, pop tasty Ubik in your toaster,
Try Ubik, the flavors will be a roller coaster,
Try Ubik, for just the price of the postage,
Try Ubik, but don’t exceed the standard dosage.
The four songs on this brief EP put a heavy emphasis on big, bright vocal melodies and punk rock nerviness—perfect for the warming weather. Bandcamp New & Notable May 7, 2023