SEEKINGVocalist, Rhythm Guitar, Bass Guitar.
Longtime punk rocker with originals and doing covers of many punk, rock, rock n roll, rockabilly, classic rock. I sing lead and play rhythm and lead guitars and my long time band mate Joe plays professional level drums. He used to tour with The 3 Bad Jacks and we opened for the Ramones together in our band The Giant Burritos, way back in 88'. We are looking to hit the stage again to do originals and classic punk rock, rock, rockabilly covers and need our charismatic, stylish, bass God a la Paul Simonon, Matt Freeman and another great rocker on guitar. Good vocals a plus as we all want to share vocal duties, the more the merrier. We are out to have fun primarily, but are professionals that want to kick some ass again on many a local stage.
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- Member since:
- Jul 13 2015
- Active over 1 month ago
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- Gigs played:
- 50 to 100
- Tend to practice:
- 1 time per week
- Available to gig:
- 1 night a week
- Most available:
The Clash, Sex Pistols, Ramones, Rancid, The Jam, Stray Cats, The Partisans, The Real Mckenzies, the Kinks, Johnny Thunders, Generation X, The Professionals, PIL, Eddie Cochran, Elvis, Carl Perkins, Chuck Berry, The Subhumans, The Crucifu*ks, Reverend Horton Heat, Stiff Little Fingers, Billy Bragg, Bob Dylan, to name a few.
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Gibson Les Paul Standard, Fender P Bass, Fender Tim Armstrong acoustic, TaylorMade acoustic, Blackstar HT5 head and matching 1 12" cab, Randall Diavlo 20 Head and matching 2 12" cab, Blackstar ID Core 40, Ibanez SWX Bass amp, Rode NTX, Presonus Scepter S6 studio monitors, Charvel Hotrod So Cal, M-audio Oxygen 61, M-audio Keystation 88, Golden Age Pre 73 Zen Pro Mod, Audient iD22 interface, Purrrfect Audio Studio computer
Bastille Day In The USA
Bastille Day In The USAWords & Music by Wyatt Scott Bastille Day Bastille Day Bastille Day in the USA It’s coming sometime, maybe today The Great Divide A Chasm wide We all fall down in it May try to put me away For these things that I say I really don’t give a shit Frat Brat Bureaucrat Phony fucking sycophant You know yer all the same to me Your time is gonna come Say hello to La Guillotine Bastille Day Bastille Day in the USA Bastille Day Bastille Day in the USA It’s coming sometime, maybe today, haha! In this land of fear and hate Citizen Joe suffers from CTSD (Continuous Traumatic Stress Disorder) Well how was your day? Just fine my dear now where’s the beer? And can you pass the Paxil please? England and France Kings and Queens still do a happy dance Crushing our spirits, steppin’ on my feet Aux armes citoyens, formez vos bataillons! So let the Revolution Rock across the Nation We’re all looking forward to their assassination I am the young man, full of hope and strength Just a pawn, a prisoner in this evil charade Of profit, power, of grab the cash Benedicts sing ‘My Tis of Thee’ Oh, bring back the dreams I used to dream Let the chimes of Liberty ring Well it's a feudal life in a futile situation So let the Revolution Rock all around the Nation Bastille Day Bastille Day in the USA Off with their heads off with their heads I say! Bastille Day Bastille Day in the USA Off with their heads off with their heads I say!
The TrailWords & Music by Wyatt Scott Like Davy Crockett, Johnny Appleseed On a one man mission, fighting up the stream The countless heroes, that came before They are his compass, they knew the score But the wolves were with him Looked into his eyes As the snow it fell Smoke rose to the sky A one man mission, to fly so high The trail is his journey It is his right It is his right About the gift of life, a sick society One will set out, to find a dream Like running deer, across a field My dreams run on and on They always will But the wolves were with him Looked into his eyes As the snow it fell Smoke rose to the sky A one man mission, to fly so high His journey is the trail It is his might It is his might Keep on pushing on Never giving up Never giving in Never giving out Always gonna win!
All TimeAll Time written, sang, played, and recorded by Wyatt Scott in his home studio, All Time Records. I know it’s rough living this life You won’t be denied We came out with both guns a blazin' You got your convictions, I’ve got mine Right or left it just don’t matter to me Won’t you lay down your arms just for tonight? Don’t let your fear do you in Don’t let it win Be with me, drink with me I won’t try to take away your fight Come on everyone, get your kicks Forget about the sex, drugs, the politics Cause when we’re done we will be one Together for all time Don’t cha see it’s a new age A new time Let’s do our best to break these binds To be free of humanities crimes Religious dogma, racial drama But I see a light that’s shining brighter than ever before Don’t let your fear do you in Don’t let it win Be with me, drink with me I won’t try to take away your fight Come on everyone, get your kicks Forget about the sex, guns, the politics Cause when we’re done we will be one Together for all time!!! Come on everyone get it together, tonight Just for tonight!
Hate RadioHate Radio - written, played, sang, recorded, mixed and mastered by Wyatt Scott in his home studio All Time Records. (This one goes out to all the douche bag conservative radio talk show hosts, i.e. Michael Savage etc., I’m sick of all their bullshit!) Bush lover But not the right kind You fell in line never questioning Well it was once said that a wise man considers all things Now that the façade is exposed your cracks start to show And the sheep are tuning out Well I ain’t tuning in Fool me once shame on you fool me twice shame on me But what humanity needs right now Is just some sense and sensibility Hate Radio You gotta go The savagery, hypocrisy Hate Radio You gotta go Well I’ll meet you in the middle I’ll meet you in the middle of the road So high and mighty On your Marconi Throne Mister know it all I see your dominoes fall And have you no shame With the poison that brought you your fame? It’s a sick thing you know When the scared and warped need a home And yer feeding them lies, well what’s your alibi? Well I asked you a question sir Why won’t you answer the question? But the way you view life You just don’t know Hate Radio You gotta go The savagery, hypocrisy Hate Radio You gotta go Well I’ll meet you in the middle I’ll meet you in the middle of the road
Rack and Ruin
Rack and RuinRack And Ruin Words and Music by Wyatt Scott Where are we headed? How long can this last? So many problems that need fixin’ Who’ll be the ones to leave their hell in the past? Let’s Go! You don’t care, cause nothing is fair Yer just another robot climbing life’s stairs Goin’ Nowhere! You don’t care about the Country Yer gonna rack and ruin The whole World will follow They’ll be singin’ this tune Alright! You don’t care, cause nothing is fair Yer just another number The epitaph on the tombstone is clear We’re goin’ nowhere! So ya better Join the ignorant masses Live the American way Be a plastic person Kill yourself today Hey! With ruinous dreams of U.S. greed The politicians, the jackals, the parasites Capitalism sure looked good on paper Till the ink on the Constitution dried A pen of pigs, an infestation of D.C. The casino of Wall Street lies Freedom succumbed to fascism You make you buy you die You die We die! So ya better! Join the ignorant masses Live the American way Be a plastic person Kill yourself today!!!
Beer And Pistols
Beer And PistolsBeer and Pistols by Wyatt Scott Everything by Wyatt Scott, except drums by Beta Monkey, Punk Rock grooves. Thanks Beta Monkey!!!
Chaos Will Come
Chaos Will ComeChaos Will Come Words and Music by Wyatt Scott Damn right I’m angry man! Cause greedy bastards rule and rape the land I can tell you’re locked up in yer California dream I’m waiting Chaos will come A time to answer Nowhere to run Living in the Psychotic Nation Freemen Stockpile ammo in preparation A Patriotic cry Don’t tread on me! I’m waiting Chaos will come A time to answer Nowhere to run Better come to grips with the hellish view Smeared across the Orwellian screen Doomsday is the here and now I hate to be the Apocalyptic One But every time I look at a clock, it reads 911 Waiting Chaos will come A time to answer Nowhere to run Surely chaos will come A struggle for power Who will have won?
The Heroes Corner
The Heroes CornerThe Heroes Corner Words and Music by Wyatt Scott (And in this corner, weighing in at 15 tons of punk rock brilliance) Well it was you guys That saved a wretch like me I was blind before I heard you Now I fucking see The Devil only knows What I’d be without you The fountain of inspiration The elixir of youth When I couldn’t walk You slung me on your backs Traversing the landmines Avoiding society’s cracks (Joe) Strummer, (Duane) Peters, (Tim) Armstrong Thank you for whatcha do You wrote the punk rock bible That I’m paying homage to And now it’s my turn Bringing you the hits With a left right body blow uppercut Admit it this is the shit boy! Got you up against the ropes kid In the Heroes Corner Do you think that you can cope man? In the Heroes Corner I didn’t heed the call-up I was too smart for that Cause there ain’t been one honest war You know it and that’s the fact The almighty dollar’s Been behind every one If Uncle Sam comes calling Boy just turn and run My words are my ammo Lyrical bombs rain/(reign) down on you With a left right body blow uppercut Whatcha gonna do? Hey! Got you up against the ropes kid In the Heroes Corner Do you think that you can cope man? In the Heroes Corner A thinking man’s Yob Rebel with a clue Been fighting my whole life Got no problems fighting you! These fools just don’t get it You rockers sacrificed yourselves Fighters for the freedom Going thru some hell Reminding us Just why we’re here To feel some real passion Man I’m shedding a tear Cause what else in this crazy World Has made me feel so good With a left right body blow upper cut Coming at you like the Raging Bull Got you up against the ropes kid In the Heroes Corner Do you think that you can cope man? In the Heroes Corner And when you’re flat on your back Laid out on the mat Think you can’t get up Punk rock power is what you lack From a fall to standing tall Yeah, it’ll make you strong And we’ll come out swinging together From the Heroes Corner Hey Ho!