New York's Calling

by The Wyrd Brothers

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TIME TO GET WYRD!!!

Don't let the fact that Brian Wolfe and Peter Mitchell (Brian and Peter Wyrd) first played together back in the 1960's cloud your perception about their relevance and conviction. Fifty years after their initial performances as "The Wyrd Brothers," Brian and Peter have reunited to release a collection of incredibly hard hitting and timely tunes entitled "New York's Calling." This five song EP is not for the faint hearted, as it delivers a potent mix of rock and roll that is every bit as raw as the Sex Pistols or New York Dolls. Titles such as "National DNA," "Racing to the Bottom," "Rent Strike," "Rust Belt" and the title track all feature Peter's intelligent, hard hitting yet socially biting lyrics that would make Billy Bragg proud. The message: Yes, the country is a big mess, and we are not going to be shy in telling you all about it.

My favorite track off the record is "Rust Belt," showcasing Brian's raw guitar that is reminiscent of mid-period Crazy Horse amidst a set of lyrics documenting the loss of manufacturing jobs to greed.

In this age of overproduced shiny pop confections, "New York's Calling," is a bitter, yet necessary pill to swallow, and a raw and ragged testimony to the power of real rock and roll.

- Tom Guerra - Songwriter/Guitarist/Contributing Writer for Vintage Guitar Magazine.

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released January 5, 2017

Peter Wyrd: Vocals
Brian Wyrd: Guitar
Johnny Wyrd: Bass
Jacky Wyrd: Drums
Recorded by Michael Arafeh at The Coffeehouse, Middletown CT, Produced by Michael Arafeh

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The Wyrd Brothers New Haven, Connecticut

In this age of overproduced shiny pop confections, "New York's Calling," is a bitter, yet necessary pill to swallow, and a raw and ragged testimony to the power of real rock and roll.

- Tom Guerra - Songwriter/Guitarist/Contributing Writer for Vintage Guitar Magazine.
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Track Name: National DNA
National DNA

Coast to coast,
Across the 'waves,
Every broadcast imprints
The National DNA.

Border to border,
Edge to edge to edge,
Every broadcast imprints
The Exceptional American.

Why can't you control your impulse?
Your mother said your father said.
That control is so long gone,
No text to say the subtext wrote the impulse wrong.

So you turn TV on
And find yourself another frame.
Maybe it's a dog whistle,
Maybe it's some alt.right game.
Or maybe it's a drone feed,
Erasing more humanity.

Blade to blade,
Across the strands,
Streaming real and imagined
American homelands.

Intercept to intercept,
Link to link to link,
Compliant metadata
For who we see and how we think.

So you put your white hat on
And the world opens up to you.
Built out ready for inception,
Tipping over to inflection,
Merging into your reflection,
The Exceptional American


Track Name: Rust Belt
Rust Belt

I was punched in the gut
and kicked in the shin,
They pumped out all the lights
and peeled back my skin.
They're gonna shut down
the factory tonight,
They're gonna close the line
for the very last time.
I'm gonna punch out tonight
for the very last time.
Tonight,
For the very last time.
Tonight,
For the very last time.

You know they thanked me for my work,
thanked me for my time,
But the hedge fund's gonna close
this assembly line.
Put our pensions in the tank,
threw us under the bus,
Now the whole town's sinking
and my skin's begun to rust.
I'm gonna punch out
tonight
for the very last time.
Tonight,
For the very last time.
Tonight,
For the very last time.

Now there's 1200 holes
in the factory floor,
And 12000 miles
Just to walk back in the door,
And 12 more years
to pay off what I owe,
And 12 more minutes
before the the whistle blows.
I'm gonna punch out
tonight
for the very last time.
Tonight,
For the very last time.
Tonight,
For the very last time.
Track Name: Racing To The Bottom
Racing to the Bottom

Jill's in the Fun House, playing for time,
Jack's in the Road House, cooking up dimes.
Mary and Joseph are loading their guns,
Racing to the bottom, but the bottom don't come.

Boy toy, she boy, what's your name?
Your color don't matter when your skin's in the game.
Wage slave, dues paid, salary men,
Racing to the bottom, to the same damn end.

Heaven sent a message and the message can't wait:
Better punch your ticket if you want to get straight.
But I can't get straight 'less I unwind,
So I'm racing to the bottom, working overtime.

Jesus from K-Street he's up on the Hill,
Shaking down the money tree, working miracles.
Back home in the bar room he's feeling pretty fine,
Racing to the bottom, baby, I got mine.
Racing to the bottom, baby, I got mine.
Racing to the bottom, there's no finish line.
Track Name: New York's Calling
New York's Calling

New York's calling
There's a story in play
Who's gonna own
What the President say?

New York's calling
Man's in the Tower
He can't talk now
'Cause he's getting a shower.

New York's calling
New York's calling To you.

We got producers
We got the shooters
We got the AP's
Did you get the looters?
You all crass
You all blame
You set the world on fire
And the House is in flames.

New York's calling
New York's calling To you.

New York's calling
You better understand
This is the story
Gonna build out your brand
If you can't be our dog
Just throw up a bone,
If you can't be our whore
Then don't come home.

New York's calling
New York's calling For you

There's a lot of places to land
You can claw up all the backs
And step on all the hands.
You the superstar power name
You might even get
Your own table at Elaine's!

So get your ass on the plane
That story we filed was so yesterday

New York's calling
New York's calling For you.

Mr. President?
Track Name: Rent Strike
Rent Strike

Don't pay your taxes
Don't pay your water bill
Don't pay your car loan
Go ahead and be shrill.
Don't pay your mortgage
Don't pay your bank card
Don't pay insurance
Tell 'em you work hard.

Get on the line
I'm tellin' ya
It's time to make THEM mind:

We're gonna have a rent strike, A National Rent Strike!
We're gonna have a rent strike, A National Rent Strike!

Don't go to the office
Don't drive the school bus
Don't brew their coffee
Not until THEY serve US.
Don't pick up garbage
Don't answer the phones
Don't let the ICE in Nobody's home.

Get on the line
I'm tellin' ya
It's time to make THEM mind:

We're gonna have a rent strike, A National Rent Strike!
We're gonna have a rent strike, A National Rent Strike!

Renters and Rentiers
Renters and Rentiers
Which side are you on
Cause it's time to be clear.

We're gonna make them hear us,
We're gonna make them fear us.
Cause the people got the power!
Cause the people got the power!

We're gonna have a rent strike, A National Rent Strike!
We're gonna have a rent strike, A National Rent Strike!

Strike! Strike! Strike!