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The long awaited second L.P. from the Conditionz. This 1987 release finds the Conditionz older but no wiser and under the belief that Creedence rode with the Hells Angels while listening to hardcore on their boom boxes. A must!! Includes Elvis’ Gun and Walk Alone.

Producer: Earle Mankey

Recorded at: Earl's Garage and 24 Hour Towing
Thousand Oaks, CA

This album is no longer available, on Vinyl, anywhere.
Only available as a download!

credits

released April 20, 1987

Members

Bob Nye ,Vocals guitar
Aaron Nielson, Lead Guitar, Vocals
Jon Jacobs, Bass ,Vocals
Steve Arti, Drums, Hugs

Contributing Artists:

Keith Hawkins
Ian Peterson
Robert Vennum
Jim Werner
Mark Lewis
Ken Robidoux
Jeff Ziegenbein

Producer: Earle Mankey

Recorded at: Earl's Garage and 24 Hour Towing
Thousand Oaks, CA

Dirty Work
Allen Offord

Hometown Riverside California
Record Label Primal Lunch Records
General Manager Gregg Gazaway

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The Conditionz Riverside, California

Bob's quick "Conditionz Biography"

"We were playing these 3 chord songs that sort sounded like The
Rolling Stones and The Ramones beating each other up. The Audiences
were jumping around and throwing beer on us, really having a good
time! We could hardly play!" Jon Jacobs talking about early
Conditionz shows.

The Conditionz, coming to a riot near you!

RIP Jon Jacobs - we miss you!
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Track Name: Elvis' Gun
Elvis' Gun

Well you drag my name all through the mud
Told yer friends that I was fun
A crazy man gets around
must be drunk cause I'm goin' down
Well I guess you thought I'd be out on the town
Sweet little sister goes round and round
Chrome wheeled hell and Elvis' got a gun

I step on the gas and the light goes red
Do all my thinkin' with my little head
Just can't remember all the books I've read
How can you die when you can't spell dead
Well I guess you thought I'd be out on the town
Sweet little sister goes round and round
Chrome wheeled hell and Elvis' got a gun

Well I guess you thought I'd be out on the town
Sweet little sister goes round and round
Chrome wheeled hell and Elvis' got a gun
Track Name: Big D
Big D

Well come little baby now go with me
We'll go walkin' down a Dallas street
In a drop top car and a big parade
Secret Service in a motorcade
Well Bay of Pigs Southeast Asia
We're gunna have fun tonight

Well then a Democrat walks the street
or rides in his car
Only the man in the book store window knows fer sure
Well was he workin' fer the Cubans or the C.I.A.
The Jarhead just don't care
Because a thirty-ought-six is his only cure


Well Hey little baby now don't ya know
They'll sit behind their microphones
Well the Warren Commission will Rant and Rave
Years too late for a life to save
watch an see wait an learn
stand around and see who's next to burn

Well then a Democrat walks the street
or rides in his car
Only the man in the book store window knows fer sure
Well was he workin' fer the Cubans or the C.I.A.
The Jarhead just don't care
Because a thirty-ought-six is his only cure

Well was he workin' fer the Cubans or the C.I.A.
The Jarhead just don't care
Because a thirty-ought-six is his only cure
Because a thirty-ought-six is his only cure
Because a thirty-ought-six is his only cure
Track Name: Forget That Letter
Forget That Letter


Sittin' all alone Hangin' on the phone
Can't think of a God damn thing to say
Say she wants to stay but she blew me right away
with a black polyester remote control
Forget that letter cause she probably does it better
Howl like a dog alone

Smellin' like a skunk 3 days drunk
Cracks on the wall mark time it seems
Used to be in heaven Now I walk to 7-11
Slashed my tires by the morning light
Forget that letter cause she probably does it better
Howl like a dog alone

She was leavin' got myself even
Smile like a snake when the moon goes down
Thinkin' wishin' took my baby fishin'
Terrible accident caused her to drown
Forget that letter cause she probably does it better
Howl like a dog alone


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