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eye of the storm

by the garages

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ariokart
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ariokart first 3 songs i heard from this (5am shift, dickersons remorse, and nullified) ive listened to on repeat for an uncountable amount of hours (and even more combined!!) unbelievably hard to pick a favorite of those three. the whole album slaps Favorite track: dickerson's remorse.
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BigBird_64 Folk is one of my favourite genres, so when the garages continue their series of great dark folk/country songs, you know their album is going to be great. I wasn't wrong. One of the finest albums of the garages yet! Favorite track: dickerson's remorse.
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Aspiring Dryad It's impossible to choose a favourite track bc they're all SO GOOD.
went with eat sleepplay ball bc violince <3
the mournful yodeling and the chorus of dickerson's remorse? exquisite.
way down below? even better 3 songs in than it was on its own as the teaser track.
hell's game? base forces me to dance always. blaseball as dark folk is gr9.
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1.
I remember when we never watched the weather when we knew the sun would shine on us as long as we’re together we were together adrift within the season and when the sun refused to shine you got yours and I got mine it was over and then the storm came There were days when it all seemed neverending when all you could hear was the forecasts, the fear, and the sound of cloudline bending, it bent below the sky and held our face to the dirt mound another loved one washed away another death, another day in the outfield (the storm kept comin') and I think it’s gonna get worse before it gets worser my mother used to tell me so before the flood dispersed her someday the waves will take me home and I won’t feel so damn alone We were betting that we’d never see tomorrow and when tomorrow came we would bet again for every day that followed the rain was thick as chains and our friends were all swept elsewhere if there’s a god or two above then they aren’t losin’ any love for the leftovers (no they're not) and I think it’s gonna get worse before it gets worser my mother used to tell me so before the flood dispersed her the rain keeps coming thick as tears cuz they’re all gone and I’m still here I remember when we couldn’t watch the weather when the sun refused to shine on us as long as we’re together I couldn’t see a future Couldn’t see a foot beyond the horizon and I swear if there’s a god above he’s not losing any any any love I’ll pull the sky down with my bare hands I’ll take all the light I can stand The sun ain’t comin' back, the sun ain’t comin' back the storm is raging
2.
They say it’s better to have loved and lost than never loved at all But sage words are as useful now as those written in bathroom stalls The time has come to bury my love, future, present and past This time I’ve got nothing left, this time I’ve loved my last A faded maple bat and dog-eared, worn-out letters, With vows of things looking up and changes for the better Find a house out west and scrape some cash together But dreams were always meant to be dot-dash-dot dot dash-dot dashed Go big or go home I’m told, so I went for lock, stock and barrel The name up in bright lights and the world broken to the marrow Instead I found much more in you, my darling peach, If only I’d realized sooner, when I had you in my reach A faded maple bat and dog-eared, worn-out letters, With vows of things looking up and changes for the better Find a house out west and scrape some cash together But dreams were always meant to be dot-dash-dot dot dash-dot dashed
3.
As I stand watch at the pearly gates Don’t wanna push my luck don’t wanna try my fate ‘cause when the flood rolls in my sins’ll be washed away And I know where my allegiance stands Yeah I’m tried and true, I’m with the band But these muddy waters have stirred up something new Oh, Oh, from way down below (they come a-risin’ up) Oh, Oh, are you friend or foe (don’t think we’ll ever know) From deep down in the molten core And beyond my sea town’s shining shores From the depths of the dirt they all come crawlin’ in And it’s no secret that Hades’ lot Like to stir things up, like to come in hot And that temptation’s their tactic through and through Oh, Oh, from way down below (they come a-risin’ up) Oh, Oh, are you friend or foe (don’t think we’ll ever know) And I’ve always been a strong-willed gal And I’d never thought that I’d be pulled down But I’m feelin’ drawn to flute my faith away Now the flood waters are risin’ high It’s time to sink or swim, time to ride or die I just dig my heels and let the water wash over me Oh, Oh, from way down below (they come a-risin’ up) Oh, Oh, are you friend or foe (don’t think we’ll ever know) Oh, Oh, from way down below (they come a-risin’ up) Oh, Oh, are you friend or foe (don’t think we’ll ever know)
4.
hell's game 04:27
have a seat my friend, and let me regale you of a game that i once had to play it was at the surface pristine but deep below quite unseemly and that's just the start of what i wanna say and so if you ever meet a man who says that there's just no I in Team, but there's meat, you see you'll find it's rather like you and me- well, that game's really not what it seems so step on up to the plate, young man and see if their hand throws true for you've got debt to pay, and you're here to stay, and you've got nothing else to lose and as you write your name down on the page you'll have sold your soul to play but are you better than any of them when it comes down to the end of the day? well, god isn't in our outfields but this ain't a place of sin if your name's up on the roster well, you'd better not foster or harbor any guilt or regrets within now, you don't gotta run to catch up, and you don't have to hide your eyes it's a brand new day and you've seen how we play but have you even seen through their lies? for he's found a way to trick us all before you know it the ball's been passed there's black holes and birds and nothing's yet been heard from those players out in the grass now, we had ourselves an agreement, boy! you said you'd play for me! you can't change your mind or you'll be left behind and this new life ain't free! now, step on up to the plate, young man and see if their hand throws true you've got debt to pay, and you're here to stay, and you've got nothing else to lose so when you write your name down on the page and you've sold your soul to play are you better than any of them when it comes to the end of the day? --(sick instrumental break)-- now this old soul's got a pocket of peanuts, 'cause to them, somebody said, they're worth so much more in your hands than as something on which you've fed so make your wager boy and see what way the dice will roll will you win or will you lose? it doesn't matter to me 'cause either way, it's gonna take its toll your friends got shelled, now you're in hell or did you just make it to the hall? those wounds aren't healing, and your heart's stopped beating don't you know it's winner takes all? so welcome to the abattoir! we've got meat all around the room- we've got steaks and shanks and you owe us thanks, so you'd better figure that all out soon! so step on up to the plate, young man and see if their hand throws true you've got debt to pay, and you're here to stay, and you've got something still to prove! and when you write your name down on the page you've sold your soul to play were you better than any of them when it came down to the end? so, step on up to the plate, young man and see if their hand throws true you've got debt to pay, and you're here to stay, and you've found something else to lose! so when you write your name down on the page you'll've sold your soul to play, and you're no better than the rest of them when it came to the end of the day!
5.
it’s hard to hold onto a knife when you want spooning hard to reach out when a blade is all you get hard to eat when silverware just won’t stop crooning when all you want is to get your table set and i’m tired of playing the bad guy and i’m tired of playing it cool and i’m tired of playing these two-bit two chord songs and playing the fool and i don’t know just how we’re living when this knife edge is all that’s there all i know is no one’s loving you like dagger silverware you keep holding onto me, you’ll just keep bleeding when my eyes will cut you with a glance you can’t follow my steps when i’m not leading ‘cause i never learned to dance and i’m tired of being the bad guy and i’m tired of being so cruel and i’m tired of singing these two-bit two chord songs and playing the fool and i don’t know how we’ll keep walking on this knife edge, thin as a hair all i know is no one’s forking up like dagger silverware you’ll never satiate the taste you have for disbelieving when my empty words are filling you with doubt and your pitch was in to third the very second i was leaving i never cleared my plate before they called KNIVES OUT whoa, oh and i don’t know just how you’re feeling you don’t know how long i’ll be there all i know is no one’s stealing out like dagger silverware
6.
wish i’d stayed back more after playing when you asked me to grab some coffee before the band practice i said no that was my mistake and i'll regret it every day it’s the end of the world and what do i have to show nothing but your old mitt and a mattress that you stole your ashes still won’t scatter from the place i saw you fall all i know to do is close my eyes n eat sleep play ball they say that grief ebbs gently with the tides well, here the floods come for your outfield at night the captain smiles i don’t reciprocate in two hours i’m kicking myself cause i don’t learn from my mistakes it’s the end of the world and what do i have to show my heart stops every time i catch your name up where it scrolls we’re broken little pieces being pinned to parker’s wall but all i know to do is close my eyes n eat sleep play ball feels like i blink and half the team is gone burned up or feedbacked or simply just moved on don’t talk much anymore can’t risk making friends why bother when there’ll just be another incineration it’s the end of the world and what do i have to show an empty locker room with just one jersey that i know the new kids feel so green; they’ve still got brightness, standing tall so all i’m gonna do is close my eyes n eat sleep play all i know to do is close my eyes n eat sleep play ball
7.
5am shift 04:54
Numbers floating in the dark, walls painted pre-dawn blue If I fall asleep right now maybe I can still get an hour On the backs of my eyelids, all the things I gotta do Even now a part of me is already standing behind the counter Sitting on the bathroom floor, where the lights are the brightest No windows here to witness the corpse of the sun (corpse of the sun) Half a cup of coffee in a chipped mug, just the way I like it I am either going in to work or today's the day I run I'm done I'm done You won't win I whisper to myself as I clock in "If you got time to lean, you got time to clean" Well if you'd seen the things that I have seen You wouldn't ask me for a god damn thing ooh this early in the morning Out back by the dumpsters I listen to the world make its idle threats Sweet sickly scent of all the things better left forgotten Gonna ash us out, it says, like some old cigarettes Let the scavenger magpies decide what stays and what's already rotten Beneath the hot sun Today I'm gone I whisper as I put my nametag on "Won't you just sing a little song with the early birds?" If you'd heard the songs that I have heard You wouldn't say a thing, not a god damn word to me This early in the morning It talks to me as I roll back the trash, deep rumblings from below Though we both know tomorrow I will still have a store to tend Think about the end of days, bathed in the neon glow Still I listen quietly 'cause everybody needs a friend Just around the bend I can see the light I whisper as I lock up for the night "This world will end, and be born anew" Well, if you'd seen the mess that was left for me by the night crew The end of the world wouldn't worry you ooh This early in the morning Tonight I'm gonna throw it all, throw it all away Down to the Hellmouth where the bad ideas sing Down in the Hellmouth where the shifting shadows play Where the words 'rewards program' don't mean a goddamn thing Rivers of blood and Pepsi rise but never overtake me When I emerge triumphant no one gathers round to praise me Have me do the work of ten yet you still underestimate me Now the stuff of your nightmares no longer has any power to faze me You can't shake me You can't break me I whisper as I walk where the wind takes me Boss makes a dollar, I make a dime So I'll play blaseball on company time If I'm gonna be up before the sun, might as well see it shine You'll watch me rise Early in the morning, yeah
8.
night shift 03:38
They tap you on the shoulder Say “it’s my turn now, no need to be a hero No need to be holier-than-thou” “You’ve got time to rest, kid Siesta until dawn Sleep in the shadows Take a train and get gone” But they might consider you a flight risk They know you’re trying to make it out of town But in the darkness of the night shift Someone’s gonna track you down You pray for rain But the gods give you blood And the only drink you get Is from the never-ending floods And I hope you feel safe now Blow off some steam But if you manage to get some rest I hope you don’t manage to dream Even if your nightmares Are better than waking life The dreams of getting away are worse Those are the ones that twist in the knife Be careful when you flip the light switch You’re in the dirtiest business in town And in the darkness of the night shift Something is gonna drag you down If you pray for rain You gotta escape the flood And if it sweeps you somewhere else They're gonna be out for blood Then you tap ‘em on the shoulder Say "it's my turn now go dance in the moonlight we'll find a way out of this somehow" "look for any details that we might miss retrace every road that leads out of town but in the darkness of the night shift something’s gonna bring us down”
9.
nullified 02:49
my time is running out my minutes are numbered I can feel the void coming closer before the clock strikes three it'll be too late for me one can hardly see a thing in all the noise I'm sitting at the edge of the world hiding in the corner the event horizon twirls heading forward devouring quarters as I falter a quadrant at a time three down, one to go and all I feel is sorrow wish I stayed with my friends they didn't cower from the end being the last to go just means you go alone I'm sitting at the edge of the world hiding in the corner the event horizon twirls heading forward coming closer coming closer I'm sitting (I wish it wasn't me) at the edge of the world (I wish it wasn't me) wasted all my minutes (I wish it wasn't me) trying to stay alive and look where it got me (I wish it wasn't me) I'm just the last one nullified

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released January 14, 2022

storm's raging by mother love blone (noise-land.bandcamp.com), vocals by Vigilant Baker (vigilantbaker.bandcamp.com), hammond organ by Rosie Drown (thornsband.bandcamp.com)

dickerson's remorse
composition, song, backing vocals, bass, mixing, acoustic and electric guitar by Agent 39.2 ( agent392.bandcamp.com )
em grace (@undeniableEmG) on keys
VigilantBaker ( vigilantbaker.bandcamp.com ) on harmonica
cwill (@cwillcwont) on slide guitar
Sci-Fi Boyfriend ( sciencefictionboyfriend.bandcamp.com ) on mandolin

way down below
lyrics and lead vox: Erica
backing vox: carly house phone (@worsterman)
guitar and mixing: Sci-fi Boyfriend (sciencefictionboyfriend.bandcamp.com )

hell's game
songwriting, vocals, guitars, mandolin - roux arlen (@ratwednesday)
bass - fox (@slavfoxman)
additional harmonies & vox - ras
additional vox - woosh
mixing by Lamb (@LambMower)

dagger silverware
written by em grace (@undeniableEmG) and Lady Ravenswood
lead vocal by Vigilant Baker (vigilantbaker.bandcamp.com)
bass by yana (going-nowhere.bandcamp.com, @villainousgoo)
backup vocals and cutlery by Lady Ravenswood
guitar, steel guitar, organ, and backup vocals by em grace
produced by em grace

eat sleep play ball
by ras
guitar, drums, bass, backing vocals, mixing by Lamb (@lambmower)
violince performed by D. Max Loy (@Sharkfists, Sharkfists.bandcamp.com)

5am shift by amadis (@amadis) and garf
guitar and bass by moodyabyss (@moodyabyss)
sax by rosie drown (thornsband.bandcamp.com)

night shift
by Vigilant Baker (vigilantbaker.bandcamp.com)
lead vocals by apha (@aphamusic)
backing vocals and lead guitar A by em grace (@undeniableEmG)
bass by mother love blone (noise-land.bandcamp.com).

nullified by apha (@aphamusic)

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we are the garages, an anarcho-syndicalist blaseball band from the fictional location of seattle. we make songs about being gay, the apocalypse, and fighting the gods. ... more

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