
Road Soda
The Panda Conspiracy
Release Date: October 31, 2008
Riff rock meets big band dub.
This album will take you threw the gamut of emotions and will leave you wanting more! From the Grey Smoke plum that is World of Hurt to the dance floor classic Disco Stu, Pandacon will have you bobbing your head, stomping your feet and singing along to tracks like Song for the Sea and Bottle of Wine. This is very much a dynamic break out record for the band and it shows! This has all the horns, harmonies, guitar work and top shelf production you would expect after hearing their first disc. It just sounds more risky, but wouldn’t you expect an element of risk with a road soda?
“Panda Conspiracy makes genre bending sound seamless.” — Willamette Week
“Road Soda is the sound of an erupting mountain of music, the joining of many diverse concepts into one cohesive album.” — Homegrown music
“A punk, a cowboy drunk, and a keytar rockin’ hippy meet up in a dark alley, put some fossil fuel back in the biodiesel and get their ya ya’s out on 14 blistering tracks.” — Dylan Van Keef
Credits:
Chris Poage: Vocals, Keys
TJ Berry: Guitar, Vocals
Katie Green: Trumpet, Vocals
William Dickerson: Bass
Ryan Lago: Drums
Additional musicians:
Ryan Quinn: Percussion
Rob Anderson: Trombone
Caleb Cunningham: Percussion
Blake Lewis: Vocal Effects
Spencer Dahl: Pedal and Lap Steel
LYRICS
World Of Hurt
that girls got me in a world of hurt
what am I supposed to do?
Other one tells me my life’s worth dirt
what is that supposed to do?
oh, keep it inside girl keep it inside
if your going out I’ll be sure to run and hide
I can’t tell you how I really feel
because that’s just a little too real
that girls got me in a world of hurt
what am I supposed to do?
Other one tells me my life’s worth dirt
what is that supposed to do?
walk away with my love
walk away because my hand don’t fit the glove
walk away with my heart
walk away because it’d be better to start again
ohh.. it’d be better if we start again
ohh it might be better if we stop
that girls got me in a world of hurt
what is that supposed to do?
Other one tells me my life’s worth dirt
what is that supposed to do?
hey, keep it inside girl keep it inside,
if your going out I’ll be sure to run and hide
I can’t tell you how I really feel
because that’s just a little too real ohh..
Walk away with my love
walk away because my hand don’t fit the glove
walk away with my heart
walk away because it’d be better to start again
ohh.. it’d be better if we start again
ohh it might be better if we stop.
Winona
Oh by the way you moved
you spoke to me and then you proved
a paragraph of words without a sound
so I caught the 358, headed out to leave this state
and I conjured up some thoughts about our love
Its strange the way things go
how we never used to know
jumping in the game was just the start
when the sun goes down
Winona why don’t ya tell me what i can do?
is it in the cards to night?
the day is over
the night has just begun
stars can’t shine until the clouds have passed.
I get back home and
kick off my shoes
get myself into a better place
here she comes stumbling in
hands are full and shes grumbling
telling me about the way she hurts
hate to tell you but I already knew
homies’ in the kitchen drinking a brew
trying to bring it up before its too late
when the sun goes down,
winona, why don’t ya tell me what i can do?
is it in the cards to night?
the day is over
the night has just begun
stars can’t shine until the clouds have passed.
ohh…
your mind is cluttered with all these little things
my mind just wonders, are you listening?
I’ll stand here all day listen to you bitching.
just wondering, are you deaf or are you listening?
Be here now
I’m here now
be here now
I won’t be forever
be here now
I’m here now
be here now
I wont’ be forever
Development
most of the time
all that i found around here was hate
hey, where did you go?
day after day
working at the market
I always read the signs you made
every day,
we used to cut class
picking apples in the fog
bulldoze down that place
take our sacred space
cut down the apples trees
ya cant take our past away
they cant take our past away
they cant take our past away
they cant take our past away
every day,
another relic from our past
is crumbling down
I couldn’t go on
watching my favorite things just die
had to get out.
trapped in the world
you were the one that set me free
what can i say?
bulldoze down that place
take our sacred space
cut down the apples trees
ya can’t take our past away
they can’t take our past away
they can’t take our past away
they can’t take our past away
sooner or later
I will need your help again
if somebody tries to take you
it’ll be from my cold dead hands
I’m running the gauntlet
and feel the wind on my face
It’d mean a lot to me just to hear you say
bulldoze down that place
take our sacred space
cut down the apples trees
ya can’t take our past away
they can’t take our past away
they can’t take our past away
they can’t take our past away
Disco Stu
whoa, all about it
put your head up to the ground
I’m all about it
whoa grin and shout it
don’t need no reason why
whoa, all about it
put your feat up to the sky
I’m all about it.
whoa grin and shout it
oh oh oh whoa oh
Actual Feeling 04:35
plenty of days
I’ve seen back thru the haze
staring at a child trapped inside a corn maze
noon sun shadows
robot battles
simple distractions
are just natures reactions
whoa-oh how you gonna stop this?
whoa-oh man you better drop this.
seasons change
so do we
you can party for less
or you can party for free
I can’t bite my tongue
because my lips would bleed
I can’t stop my shoes
when I’m moving my knees
whoa-oh how you gonna stop this?
whoa-oh man you better drop this.
old man tell me
what was your plan?
did you really want to place that burden there on me?
young man
must have been twenty three
said that’s the life for you
but it’s not for me.
whoa-oh how you gonna stop this?
whoa-oh man you better drop this.
In The Night
oh in the night
you come without a fight
in the light of day
you got to hide your love away
guided by a voice inside
and it says you can’t hide
it’s one thing that i know
come on, let’s go
when the leaves are brown
I’ll leave the town
when the sky is grey
I’ll go away
will we meet again?
I don’t know
I’ve got places to go
people to see
deals to seal
and bargains to plea
the bidding’s been done
game has begun
oh oh whoa.
How Can I Sleep
ten o’clock on a tuesday night
laying in bed but my mind went and put up a fight
my body’s here but my brain lays still
my mind is running with a knife and its ready to kill
if I lay here for a minute or two..
where was this energy when i needed it?
if i was in control i wouldn’t be in this place
I’d shut down my brain
hop on the next space train.
how can i sleep?
how can i sleep?
how can i sleep?
when there’s so much on my mind what can i do?
what can i do?
six o’clock she’s already gone
I got some sleep
but i don’t know really how long
if i lay here for a minute or two
I’d catch up on the dream I wanted to have about you
two hours later a lifetime passed
been on the beach searching for glass
and the grass was talking
the sky was red
i had the same damn thought running around in my head
how can i sleep?
how can i sleep?
how can i sleep?
when there’s so much on my mind what can i do?
what can i do?
I guess i’m in over my head
over my head
I’ll be here until I am dead
here till I’m dead.
Gotta Be Away
walls are torn
ceiling too
tossed around a thought
not much i can do
a pointless dream
of a life without a seam
staring at the sun
just counting all the beams
gotta be away
to get back home
there’s gotta be a way
to get back home
there’s gotta be a way
to get back home
back home
back home
back home
I only got use
of half of my day
I couldn’t get by if i had to anyway
so I made up a sound
all over this town
the people I knew were no longer around
and to my surprise
it opened their eyes
they people i knew were no longer in disguise
gotta be away
to get back home
there’s gotta be a way
to get back home
there’s gotta be a way
to get back home
walls are torn
ceiling too
tossed around a thought
not much i can do
a pointless dream
of a life without a seam
staring at the sun
just counting all the beams
gotta be away
to get back home
there’s gotta be a way
to get back home
there’s gotta be a way
to get back home
back home
back home
back home
Born Lucky
you were born lucky
you cut the grade with a razor blade
you were born lucky
I was born Lucky
cut the grade with a butter knife
I was born lucky
I heard you calling me
I heard you calling me from your mind
I heard you calling me
I heard you calling me from your mind
because I was born lucky
I read your mind from a mile away
I was born lucky
I heard your building things
I heard your building things in the past
I heard your building things
I heard your building things meant to last
because you were born lucky
you build the pyramids years ago
you were born lucky.
I know it’s rare
sometimes i don’t care
the chances are slim
that were ever gonna pass here again
time will take us soon enough..
come with me to my mind
come with me leave your troubles behind
come with me to my mind
come with me leave your troubles behind
time will take us soon enough..
soon enough, time will take us soon enough
soon enough, time will take us soon…
now I’m coming back
now I’m coming back from the dark
now I’m coming back
now I’m coming back from the dark
because I was born lucky
I found a light in a wishing well
because I was born lucky…
I know it’s rare
sometimes i don’t care
the chances are slim
that were ever gonna pass here again
time will take us soon enough..
come with me to my mind
come with me leave your troubles behind
come with me to my mind
Time will take us soon enough..
soon enough, time will take us soon enough
soon enough, time will take us soon
we were born lucky
we cut the stars out of cardboard and foil
we were born lucky..
White Lies
don’t talk to me and lie into my eyes
i see your disguise
written on the wall carved in stone
when you fall
you fall alone
tempting as it is to tell the truth
you only seem to speak it in the booth
actions speak to me louder than words
when you speak you pray.
maybe I’m dreaming
I hope that I’m dreaming
it seems like your starting to feel my words
maybe I’m dreaming
I hope that I’m dreaming
it seems like your scheming
you talk to me and tell me what’s to come
is it better that i stay or better that i run?
spun your web all the way to mane
it would take me a week to get there on the train.
don’t know where it was you left your heart
I don’t know there’s a point to really start
untangling those lines and accusations
you got yourself one hell of a situation.
I hope that I’m dreaming
it seems like your starting to feel my words
maybe I’m dreaming
I hope that I’m dreaming
it seems like your scheming
white lies
right into my eyes
don’t think I’m hypnotized
i see your disguise
Song For The Sea
eight o clock
sam I am
headed to the sea to be free.
I feel love and I feel joy
but I don’t got the ocean and I don’t got my board
get in the van
singing our songs
living our lives just righting our wrongs
olympics we crossed, wide open road
I feel it in the air come to take me home.
some say I’m out of my head
I might be living and I might be dead
I know what makes me feel fine
sitting on my board just waiting.
for mine.
wasting my time.
that’s what you say
I don’t think about it much anyway.
wasting my life
that’s what you say
I don’t care
I don’t think about it much anyway.
oh LaPush
oh my friends
why does the summer have to come to an end?
the season of shows
kept us out on the road
away from the swells shoots oh well.
here we are now October surf
luminus sunset sea stack delights.
an offshore wind cleans up the waves
last glimpse of amber lights up the caves.
some say I’m out of my head
I might be living and I might be dead
I know what makes me feel fine
sitting on my board just waiting.
for mine.
wasting my time.
that’s what you say
I don’t think about it much anyway.
wasting my life
that’s what you say
I don’t care
I don’t think about it much anyway.
Bottle Of Wine 07:47
I’m sick of my job
but I love the check
too damn bad I gotta spend it on the bills and rent
takes me a bottle of grapes to make me smile
I get drunk and pass out and fall asleep on the cold cold tile.
I breathe in the smoke to keep my eyes red
like fire i will burn until the colas are dead
sand holds the poison that opens up my mind
and that’s the deadliest place I’ll ever be in my life
I gotta make sure
I down
at least a minimum
one bottle of wine
before I make it out tonight
I tried to take a step but I took a spin
just trying to get that cork undone again
this red red red wine that I’ve been sipping on shall be the next color crayola crayon.
cure for the flu
cure for the pain
forgets all my losses
remembers my gain
all right.
focus on the music inside of my heart
try to write it down but the song falls apart
the black notes on the paper drown out my intent
the wine lays it out like a sack of cement
I gotta make sure
I down
at least a minimum
one bottle of wine
before I make it out tonight
I got real sick just the other day
I’m tired of working for this beggars’ pay
I need a boast to lift me up high
but I only got 15 dollars and this cutting sci
I know I told you twice before
I’ll meet you at the corner bar on the west shore
you asked me nicely but i didn’t respond
I would kill for that taste of the good life gone.
I gotta make sure
I down
at least a minimum
one bottle of wine
before I make it out tonight
No I’m not going out tonight
no I’m not going out tonight
without my minimum.
Horn Ska
Sometimes you win sometimes you don’t
Sometimes you win sometimes you don’t
Sometimes you win sometimes you don’t
I don’t want to hear it anymore
I was walking down the street one day
I captured this thought before it started to fade
truth be told you can’t win them all
if you try your band to fall
in with no one to deal with but cheaters and thieves
even your friends got tricks up their sleeves
promoters and buzz bands
radio airplay
fame and fortune
lies and hearsay
I never wanted to hear it.
sometimes you live
sometimes you die
sometimes you live sometimes you die
sometimes you live sometimes you die
sometimes you live sometimes you die
I don’t want to hear it anymore
sometimes your high
sometimes your stoned
sometimes your high
sometimes your stoned
sometimes your high
sometimes your. . . hot lava
I don’t want to hear it anymore, anymore