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Best Of Luck In Future Endeavors

by SAVAK

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I am chameleon, I learn to change my shape My skin is crawling, my voice will fluctuate You live above me, you have a normal day I live beneath you, but I can pay my way Alive in Shadows Reciprocation, it is a two way street Humiliation, it is the food I eat You feed it to me, I lay down at your feet Do I belong here in your society Alive in Shadows We creep along like shadows in the night To hide in corners you will never find I am chameleon, I learn to change my shape My skin is crawling, my voice will fluctuate You live above me, it is the price you pay I live beneath you, but I can pay my way Alive in Shadows We creep along like shadows in the night To hide in corners you will never find
2.
Now that we're dead And the dogs have our bones We can laugh at our ink Our hubris, our phones In come the scribes Like hunters and prey Fishing for clues To rewrite the days Drop the pieces Now that we're gone The ghosts in our beds Howl all the names We held in our heads Out went the logic To make room for the saints The patrons' new masters With fresh cans of paint Drop the pieces
3.
Reaction 03:07
You call my name turn your back you don't hear me To place the blame and feel attacked and defeated It's not the same with us this depravation So jump this train, this bus I'll find you a station Never felt right this reaction This reaction to me, repeated We run and turn and hide I don't believe it We read between the lines make up these meanings We learn to live, we die give, give up feel defeated We spend to fill our time each day is repeated Never felt right this reaction. This reaction to me, repeated Read between the lines Now it's lost it's meaning It’s how I spend my time
4.
Hit me like a wave A feeling too uncommon Every look we trade Just pulls us deeper in This currency exchanged We're no longer shopping We're on a different plane A new start begins Can't put a price on it We know it's still worth something It's worth this conversation Worth unravelling Don't like what's underneath Just add a different topping These games we have to play No time to question it Now we trade in flesh to bury our frustration
5.
I took a number I took a seat And from where I'm sitting It’s all out of reach If you find me on the steps With my chin to my chest It's because I've been waiting Waiting like the rest Time elapsed, time remaining So much time, time just wasted I live by the letter I live by a creed Waste not, want not I live within my means Waste not, want not Because nothing's ever free Time elapsed, time remaining So much time, time just wasted
6.
Early western traders Landing on these shores Late night Cretans Knocking in our doors Befrienders of the glorious Feasting in our fields Lovers and their sidekicks Busy making deals Coffins for the gentlemen So we all believe Gather all our sorrow And sell it to the plebes No agreement in this nation Confusion in the streets We fill our shelves with expensive shit No dignity, just grief
7.
Knock, don't run Tripping on a history Of wars not won Can't define this mystery If I'm the one Tell it to your vanity Prodigal son Sell it Sell it to your family Sell it all at once Darkness hides Right behind TV light In bars at night Drinking for our sanity Will we decide Or will we languish in this dream Of empty lives Living If I'm the one Tell it to your vanity A father's pride Falling from his family tree Sell it to your family Sell it all at once Knock, don't run You are just your father's son
8.
Burned by a fever, lost all reason, lost our heads Want to believe her when she's lying in my bed Like two hot wires controversial to connect Full of desire and an ego to protect The smell of fire, something burning brought you in Dying to know what's underneath the surface Look for a feeling, something warm to the touch Nothing to see here, move along, your time is up Is this real? Is this a dream? Have I lost my memory?
9.
Like a dog in a fight Don't know wrong from what's right The blind leading the blind No longer careful with words I can't believe what I heard Perception is so disturbed Now her pen is hot Your middle finger is not So just go piss in the wind Look, you hit a wall No more callers to call You were so blind in the light I reject your pretext my reflex to your lame excuse Like a dog in a fight Don't know wrong from what's right Lost in the darkest of times No longer careful with words I can't believe what I heard Lost in a vacuum of sound Now her pen is hot Your middle finger was not You won't let anyone in Look, you hit a wall No more callers to call It's time to call it a night
10.
Outboard motor, harbor view Sun on the bay, blinding you Out on the water there are no regrets Want to be free, want to forget Giving notice, in from the cold No ever-after, no getting old Need to commit, need to revise A trace of bourbon and a cube of ice Across the border, out of view Sun on the bed, silhouette of you Walk on water, lost all bets You make me free, you make me forget Give me purpose when I grow old Can’t live forever, I can’t let go I can’t commit, I can’t revise A trace of bourbon and a cup of ice No clear vision Split decision

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"Savak make a potent and pointed agitpop racket on their new album, Best Of Luck In Future Endeavors, which manages to balance the dark and moody with the catchy as fuck." - Noisey

"SAVAK’s debut LP, features plenty of dread-fueled, post-punk angst tempered with catchy hooks - and it’s outstanding." - Magnet

"The work on Best of Luck ranges from jangly, pop-infused punk in a Rezillos strain to more aggressive pieces, but everything here reverberates with an abundance of kinetic energy. Savak is the band that plays the party after the after party as they can maintain energy for any audience at any time of night. This is just awesome." - Jersey Beat

“[A]n intense and catchy collection of songs with a number of subtle tricks up its sleeve.” - Vol. 1 Brooklyn

“Superior twin-guitar slash action from members of Obits, Make-Up, Holy Fuck et al. Adding Saints-worthy brass on standout Early Western Traders boosts the prevailing Wipers-do-Joe Jackson aura. Four stars!” - Mojo

“Hooky and immediate. These songs have real staying power.” - Brooklyn Vegan

"[T]he perfect distillation of their previous bands with skronking saxophones, sharp post-punk rhythms and reverb-rich 60’s psych-pop melodies all held together with a hardcore punk heart." - Atlas & The Anchor

“A hook-ladened and punchy record that should appeal to more than (but inclusive to) just fans of the group’s other projects.” - Free Williamsburg

"There are parts where it sounds like Lee Ranaldo is fronting some poppier version of the Wipers. I assure you it's high praise.” - David Park, WMXM

"By blending different waves of rock and roll, SAVAK has created an album that everyone can genuinely enjoy.” - Indie Band Guru

“Wonderful.” - The Observer

Dr. Action calls. He’s coming over in a heartbeat and wants to know if you have the sounds to wiggle his stethoscope.

You didn’t, but now you do.

Let’s call them SAVAK. That’s what they call themselves, and it would be rude to make up a different name for them. A six-piece rock unit elegant enough for entertaining, but sturdy enough for everyday use. From the hooky self-loathing of the Buzzcocks to early Funkadelic brain lint to the lithe guitar interplay of the Ventures and/or Television, these men stir up songs you can dance to. And think about. Or just think about dancing to.

And don’t worry, SAVAK brings years of experience to the job. Collectively about 150 years, to be somewhat more specific. Michael “Jaws” Jaworski and Sohrab Habibion sing and play guitar – at the same time! Sohrab learned that particular parlor trick in The Obits and Edsel. Jaws cut his teeth in Seattle with The Cops and Virgin Islands. Holding the bass guitar, but never slapping or popping it, is fellow Obit Greg Simpson. Keyboardist James Canty’s secret? He knows which keys control which notes. When it’s his turn to play, he simply presses them and – boop! He’s done this before with Ted Leo & The Pharmacists and The Make-Up. Okay, pop quiz: name another band with two drummers. The Doobie Brothers?! Ugh. Fine, we’ll give you Boredoms and the NEU! ’75 LP. Anyway, SAVAK toggles between a pair of ace rhythm men. Benjamin Van Dyke, known to many in South Brooklyn for his elementary school teaching skills and to ex-Long Island hardcore kids for keeping time in Silent Majority. And Matt Schulz, an enthusiastic snacker and the self-winding clock behind Canadian electronic maniacs Holy Fuck. But while one performs onstage with SAVAK, is the other at home, helplessly flailing his arms and legs to the unheard music? We’re not sure.

At this juncture, you may be wondering: Where can I get some? My local Ford dealer? The produce aisle of the Park Slope Food Coop? SAVAK’s debut LP, Best of Luck in Future Endeavors, is being released in unwholesome stereo by Comedy Minus One. Whether you’re making angry love to America or sticking up an Edible Arrangements with a banana, this is your new soundtrack.

Ça va? SAVAK!

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released May 27, 2016

SAVAK is Sohrab Habibion, Michael Jaworski, Greg Simpson, James Canty, Matt Schulz and Benjamin Van Dyke.

With help from Johnny Sangster (percussion), Geoff Sanoff (guitar & keyboards), Josh Sinton (saxophone) and Greg Vegas (saxophone).

Produced by Geoff Sanoff and SAVAK.

Artwork/Photography by Rick Froberg.

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SAVAK Brooklyn, New York

Formed in 2015 by members of The Obits, Holy Fuck and The Cops.

SAVAK is Sohrab Habibion, Michael Jaworski and Matt Schulz.

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