Kelly, the creative force behind the band, has said in interviews that the lineup would almost definitely change in order to tour successfully. Specifically, he cited Andriano's role in Alkaline Trio as making the bass player's availability for touring limited. According to the band's MySpace, the current lineup consists of Kelly, Hennessy, Eli Caterer (Smoking Popes), and Chris McCaughan (The Lawrence Arms).
The band has so far released one EP on Red Scare, God Don't Make No Trash or Up Your Ass With Broken Glass. Released in 2004, it has a unique trait in that all the songs, as well as EP itself, have two different names. Unicornography, The Falcon's debut full-length, was released on September 26, 2006.
Blackout
The Falcon Lyrics
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The sluts stagger out with their skirts hiked up, right on time now.
I think it's time to go home. Do you wanna go home? (whoa!)
The disco ball is swinging low.
I found my lover on the radio. She sang me songs from a long time ago.
Blackout! Shout it out loud. The Devil's keeping time on the brake pad now.
It's the music on the radio that's taking me home.
When the crowd get's to spinning I can barely hold on.
The liquid trash flows through my veins and I scream the wrong song.
I think I gotta go home. Do you wanna go home? (whoa!)
So, I'll stomp to the beat, yeah I'll stomp to the beat of the, oh.
Oh, it's the garbage on the radio. I should have known.
I should have fucking known.
Blackout! Shout it out loud. The Devil's keeping time on the gas pedal now.
It's the garbage on the radio that's taking home.
These so called hit lists are nothing more that fat fuck lullabies.
Man, I've had better hits on my tongue in the park on Friday nights.
If this is victory, I'd rather listen to defeat tonight.
Am I right?
The lyrics of The Falcon's song "Blackout" depict a scene in a dimly lit bar, where people are drinking and dancing to the music playing on the radio. The singer seems to be losing control, getting caught in the moment, and swept away by the music. He talks about how the bottles and ashes litter the floor, alluding to the rowdiness of the crowd in the bar. As the night goes on, he finds himself lost in the music, and the lyrics suggest that he has found his lover through the songs on the radio, indicating that music is his solace.
However, the singer also seems to be struggling with his addiction as he mentions the "liquid trash flows through my veins" and screams the wrong song, indicating that he is not in control of his actions. He contemplates leaving but is torn between wanting to stay and wanting to go home. The lyrics also talk about how the radio is playing garbage, suggesting that the singer has lost faith in the music industry and its standards, and how the hit lists are nothing more than "fat fuck lullabies."
Overall, "Blackout" is a straightforward portrayal of a night of partying and how the singer is caught up in the music while at the same time struggling with his addiction.
Line by Line Meaning
All the bottles and the ashes blanket the ground.
The surroundings are littered with empty bottles and cigarette ashes.
The sluts stagger out with their skirts hiked up, right on time now.
Women are leaving the bar looking disheveled and drunk.
I think it's time to go home. Do you wanna go home? (whoa!)
It's getting late and the singer is considering leaving, asking if their companion wants to go too.
The disco ball is swinging low.
The party is dying down and the lights are lowering.
I found my lover on the radio. She sang me songs from a long time ago.
The singer heard a nostalgic song on the radio that reminded them of a past lover.
Blackout! Shout it out loud. The Devil's keeping time on the brake pad now.
The singer is blackout drunk and calling for attention, while they feel like they're losing control of their actions.
It's the music on the radio that's taking me home.
The singer feels comforted by the music on the radio and it's making them feel like they're being transported home.
When the crowd get's to spinning I can barely hold on.
The confusion and chaos of the surroundings is overwhelming.
The liquid trash flows through my veins and I scream the wrong song.
The singer is intoxicated and singing the wrong lyrics to a song.
So, I'll stomp to the beat, yeah I'll stomp to the beat of the, oh.
The singer is still embracing the music and trying to dance along.
Oh, it's the garbage on the radio. I should have known.
The singer realizes that the music they were enjoying is actually undesirable.
I should have fucking known.
The singer is angry with themselves for not realizing the music was bad sooner.
Blackout! Shout it out loud. The Devil's keeping time on the gas pedal now.
The singer is calling for attention again, while feeling like they're losing control and the devil is driving them.
It's the garbage on the radio that's taking home.
The radio is taking the singer home, but the music on it is not good.
These so called hit lists are nothing more that fat fuck lullabies.
The singer believes that popular hit songs are just meaningless and unimportant.
Man, I've had better hits on my tongue in the park on Friday nights.
The singer remembers better experiences partying outside in the park on Fridays.
If this is victory, I'd rather listen to defeat tonight.
The singer would prefer listening to something negative or sad rather than this supposed victory.
Am I right?
The singer is questioning if their thoughts and feelings are justified.
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: DOUGLAS B RASHEED, PETER RAMIIREZ, ROBERT GUTIERREZ
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