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Immaterial Shores

by the garages

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Kyle Meeks
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Kyle Meeks I love this track because it a little more than what it seems but not to much stress it has calm songs, in between songs and a little calm but not to much like your probibly going to sleep, but still, it has enough variety to stop you from sleeping. Though I sometimes fall asleep but still very good 👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏. Make more like this please? 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏 (comment written by my 9yo daughter) Favorite track: 'Til All Gods Fall.
Grey
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Grey Blaseball spin on classic sea shanties and work songs lends this album a driving, uplifting sound. Favorite track: Seek Shellter.
Zachary Barr
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Zachary Barr The Garages continue to astound me by releasing music that is far better than it has any right to be, especially considering it's based on a text based baseball simulation. Every song from the album is fantastic and even if you aren't a fan of sea shanties, I recommend this album because it's different enough from most shanty albums that you'll likely still find something you like on here. Favorite track: Cpt. Wilcox.
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1.
It goes down, down, down to the center of the earth It's down, down, down to the Core Past Hellmouth and Hades the Engine is waiting It's down, down, down to the Core The Manual tells us of those who came before The Mechs who maintained the Core The Unslam, the Black Hole, the weather of Blaseball It all comes down to the Core The Core, it speaks to a certain kind of Mech And if you heed its call Then you'll be descending and soon you'll be mending We all go down to the Core We all go down to the Core We all go down to the Core
2.
We're roadies at the Big Garage, we struggle night and day, And there's so much work to do here since the keepers shot away. Hoist the lines up to the speakers, scrape the gum off of the wall Sweep the mud out of the dugout so the players can play ball. And it's CHECK! One two three HEAVE! One two three Now Townsend's drifted off to sea Haul him back and we'll do it again Keep your ear out for the feedback when you’re tuning second base Batten down the batting cages, wipe the blood off of your face Hang the lighting from the rigging, crank the reverb to extreme Sweep the mud out of the dugout, put your back in for the team CHECK! One two three HAUL! One two three Now Townsend's drifted off to sea Haul him back and we'll do it again That squid is always watching and the blessings are a test The Boss can speak of fairness but you know she's like the rest While Her ownership assures us that the flooding's gonna stop Sweep the mud out of the dugout, every god is a just cop. HEY! CHECK! One two three HEAVE! One two three Now Townsend's drifted off to sea Haul him back and we'll do it again We'll labour in the darkness under Shadow Captain Mike You can trust a man to lead when he’s the one to pitch a strike Raise your shovels to the Captain once the players know they've won For the night is just beginning friends; the work is never done CHECK! One two three HAUL! One two three Now Townsend's drifted off to sea Haul him back and we'll do it again HEAVE! One two three STRIKE! One two three A roadie’s life is hard but free Pull it back and we'll do it again
3.
Old LA 03:34
Chorus: Heave 'er home boys, let 'er go boys, Swing yer bat round into the weather Swing fer home boys, let er go boys, Heading homeward, back to LA. What care we how fast the switch is What care we boys for Feedback weather When we know that every pitch is Sailing homeward to old LA Chorus Players waiting, by the freeway Gazing eastward from Al Pastor They'll bid farewell, to old teammates 'ere the sun sets on old LA Chorus It's your turn now, heavyhearted Turn your back now, on Al Pastor You'll return here, when you're ready You are home back in old LA Chorus (x2)
4.
The Asphodel 03:02
There's a ship that haunts the desert Of old tales its timbers hewn Ardent, swift it sails the Meadows 'Neath the gaze of a ghostly moon Lead’n stormclouds in the distance Weight of memory bearing down Phantom crew amidst the rigging Voices raised in airy sound: - Sing a song of swallowed Moab Sing of all that went before Feel the Tug, our blessed anchor Fortune bring us Home once more Hold ye fast to the memories Hold fast to the love Hold fast to the stories we share Under the brutal sun above Under the sun above - As the waves mount ever higher And the journey's just begun From the Hellmouth to horizon Anxious eyes turn t'ward the sun Hear the bos'n call "five seven!" And the helmsman "seven eight!" Sun is shining through the weather Home is calling, Home awaits - Sing a song of swallowed Moab Sing of all that went before Feel the Tug, our blessed anchor Fortune bring us Home once more Hold ye fast to the memories Hold fast to the love Hold fast to the stories we share Under the brutal sun above Under the sun above - Errant souls may aimless wander Dusky dreams of distant lands Elsewhere let them stray no longer ‘Ere the sun sets on the sands Wayward hearts so full of longing Vanished voices in the wind May they find the place of Crossing Guide them gentle Home again - Sing a song of swallowed Moab Sing of all that went before Feel the Tug, our blessed anchor Fortune bring us Home once more Hold ye fast to the memories Hold fast to the love Hold fast to the stories we share Under the brutal sun above Under the sun above Under the brutal sun above Under the sun above
5.
When I was just a little crab my mother always told me, (Away, Hit the ball. Let’s hit the ball, Crabs) That if I didn't hit the ball the fans they would revoke me (Away, Hit the ball. Let’s hit the ball, Crabs) {Chorus A} Away, Hit the ball! We can win this game together! Home, Hit the ball, let’s hit the ball, Crabs. Away, Hit the ball! We'll hope for Sun 2 weather. Home, Hit the ball, let’s carcinize, Crabs. Once I was in Baltimore a-working hard and stressing (Away, Hit the ball. Let’s hit the ball, Crabs) But now I'm at a Crabs home game an’ voting on the blessings (Away, Hit the ball. Let’s hit the ball, Crabs) {Chorus B} Away, Hit the ball! We can win this game together! Home, Hit the ball, let’s hit the ball, Crabs. Away, Hit the ball! We'll hope for Black Hole weather. Home, Hit the ball, let’s carcinize, Crabs. I used to munch on stale popcorn, and I got rich and lazy (Away, Hit the ball. Let’s hit the ball, Crabs) But now Ol’ B-more’s won the game, this team just drives me crazy (Away, Hit the ball. Let’s hit the ball, Crabs) {Chorus A} I watched the games for many a year in sunshine and in flooding rain (Away, Hit the ball. Let’s hit the ball, Crabs) Then I set me sights upon ascension to a new plane (Away, Hit the ball. Let’s hit the ball, Crabs) {Chorus B} The Shelled One was the Blaseball God before the revolut-i-on. (Away, Hit the ball. Let’s hit the ball, Crabs) But then the Hall Stars beat the Pods an' spoiled its constitut-i-on. (Away, Hit the ball. Let’s hit the ball, Crabs) {Chorus A} You call yourself a pitcher mate, you cannae throw a fastball, (Away, Hit the ball. Let’s hit the ball, Crabs) You cannae get a batter out, shut up and play some blaseball. (Away, Hit the ball. Let’s hit the ball, Crabs) {Chorus B} Home, Hit the ball... Home, Hit the ball... Home, Hit the ball... Let’s carcinize, Crabs.
6.
Huh! Strike One! Huh! Strike Two! Huh! Strike Three! Out! Batter Up! Take to the field Fire and brimstone We will not yield We’re not alone Waves drag us down We’ll still come home They can’t keep us in the ground We throw our pitches, we hit those balls The game’s not over ‘til all gods fall And death sends us to its flaming halls When we’re gone, the team keeps sailing on Numb to the pain Fear becomes us As our blood drains Who can we trust? No umps, no gods We’re treasonous No one’s safe outside our squad We throw our pitches, we hit those balls The game’s not over ‘til all gods fall And death sends us to its flaming halls When we’re gone, the team keeps sailing on Gamble our lives Cover bases More souls arrive, Take our places New seasons come Repeat paces We still beat the same old drum We throw our pitches, we hit those balls The game’s not over ‘til all gods fall And death sends us to its flaming halls When we’re gone, the team keeps sailing on Swinging our bats (Huh! Strike One!) The smell of ash and pitch (Huh! Strike Two!) Wondering if (Huh! Strike Three!) You’d be better of dead, facedown in a ditch (Out! Batter Up!) But do they even care (Huh! Strike One!) If we’re dead or alive (Huh! Strike Two!) We know in our hearts (Huh! Strike Three!) That no one, not even the gods will survive! (Huh! Batter Up!) We throw our pitches, we hit those balls (Huh! Strike One!) The game’s not over ‘til all gods fall (Huh! Strike Two!) And death sends us to its flaming halls (Huh! Strike Three!) When we’re gone, the team keeps sailing on We throw our pitches, we hit those balls The game’s not over ‘til all gods fall And death sends us to its flaming halls When we’re gone, the team keeps sailing on
7.
That fateful day, the shelled one came (Oh-ho, emergency alert) It all began when the Thieves were shamed (Whoa-ho seek shelter) The shelled one came for discipline (Oh-ho, emergency alert) The time has come, so let’s begin (Whoa-ho seek shelter) Way, hey, the gods must go Let’s give that nut the old heave ho Way, hey, the gods must go It’s time to face the discipline The shelled one’s pods, they took the field (Oh-ho, emergency alert) Then Wyatt hit and their fate was sealed (Whoa-ho seek shelter) The Crabs, they took it on the chin (Oh-ho, emergency alert) That single, well, it did them in (Whoa-ho seek shelter) Way, hey, the gods must go Let’s give that nut the old heave ho Way, hey, the gods must go It’s time to face the discipline The Hall Stars rose and took the field (Oh-ho, their spirits on the rise) It’s now or never, do not yield (Whoa-ho let’s rally) They made a deal, just one more game (Oh-ho, their spirits on the rise) The Microphone called out their names (Whoa-ho let’s rally) Way, hey, the gods must go Let’s give that nut the old heave ho Way, hey, the gods must go It’s time to face the discipline The peanut’s hit, they seem surprised (The skies shift, the crows take hold) A crack appears, now compromised (Whoa-ho let’s do this) The shelled one swore we could not win (The skies shift, the crows take hold) Then Jaylen took the mound again (Whoa-ho let’s do this) Way, hey, the gods must go Let’s give that nut the old heave ho Way, hey, the gods must go It’s time to face the discipline The shelled one’s pods were on the ropes (Oh-ho, but will it be enough?) But can the Hall Stars dare to hope? (Whoa-ho let’s do this) Then Dominic ran home again, (Oh-ho, but will it be enough?) The shelled ones failed, they lost the game (Whoa-ho we did it) Way, hey, the gods must go We gave that nut the old heave ho Way, hey, the gods must go We fin’ly faced the discipline Way, hey, the gods must go We gave that nut the old heave ho Way, hey, the gods must go We fin’ly faced the discipline [sound effect, *CRONCH* followed by chewing] Hmm… kinda bland. You all eat these? What's the point?
8.
Mt. Sappho 01:47
V1: They say there's a lass and she's 7ft tall She's got many strong arms, she can pitch a mean ball she's calm and collected, she's pretty and smart and if you're not careful, she will steal your heart Chorus: Mt. Sappho! Climb all the way to the very top! Mt. Sappho~! Beware the 7ft drop! V2: That God-slaying gal is Seattle's Dark Star, With her umbral magic she will take the team far. The Band helped her free from the Corporates hold, And then offered to take her into the fold Chorus: Mt. Sappho! Climb all the way to the very top! Mt. Sappho~! Beware the 7ft drop! V3: The hottubbing queen by the lovers was charmed, Those sweet blaseball players left her bi heart unharmed. Though I know that love with her never shall form, Goodwin Morin has taken my heart by storm. Chorus (x2, Final): Mt. Sappho! Climb all the way to the very top! Mt. Sappho~! Beware the 7ft drop! Oh, Mt. Sappho! Climb all the way to the very top! Mt. Sappho~! Beware the 7ft drop!
9.
Cpt. Wilcox 02:37
Way down in Hades in the pit Ai oh, down below At the point where the seven rivers hit Ai oh, down below There’s a lass who hardly feels the flame Ai oh, down below And the Stripes all call her by her name Captain Wilcox Though we can’t get back what the umpires stole We have still got fire from way down in the hole And we will not lose another soul Not under Captain Wilcox When she winds a pitch, let the batter beware Ai oh, down below ‘Cause she’ll throws three strikes like you’re not even there Ai oh, down below With a murder of crows at her beck-ing and call Ai oh, down below But the thing to fear is the one with the ball Captain Wilcox Though we can’t get back what the umpires stole We have still got fire from way down in the hole And we will not lose another soul Not under Captain Wilcox They say she dug out the trench in left field Ai oh, down below Through an iron turf and a layer of steel Ai oh, down below Hades built our hall from a metal unscratched Ai oh, down below But there’s one damn thing he could never have matched Captain Wilcox Though we can’t get back what the umpires stole We have still got fire from way down in the hole And we will not lose another soul Not under Captain Wilcox When she’s all alone, and the games are all done Ai oh, down below And the cheering’s died and the day has been won Ai oh, down below She will know the truths that the dark will impart Ai oh, down below And she feels the weight of the team on her heart Ai oh, down below For a Captain’s lot is a terrible thing Ai oh, down below When you see three deaths for each champion’s ring Ai oh, down below So she’s learned each ump and the ones that they took And their names are in red in a recipe book Signed Captain M, To Wilcox Though we can’t get back what the umpires stole We have still got fire from way down in the hole And we will not lose another soul Not under Captain Wilcox Not under Captain Wilcox RIGHT!
10.
Kind pitchers and batters, come join me in rhyme. Come lift up your voices in chorus with mine. Come lift up your voices, all grief to refrain. For we may or might never all play here again. So here's a health to the Garages and all of our mates. Let us pitch and be merry, right over home plate. Let us bat and be merry, all grief to refrain. For we may or might never all play here again. Here's a health to the dear splort that we love so well For the game and its playing, sure none can excel. E’en shame at the bottom-ninth is met here with glee. For there’s no team in this whole league as happy as we. So here's a health to the Garages and all of our mates. Let us pitch and be merry, right over home plate. Let us bat and be merry, all grief to refrain. For we may or might never all play here again. So let's give it the best we can, out there on the field And even if flames should come, we surely won’t yield. And if I never meet you in the dugout again I will always remember you, best of my friends. So here's a health to the Garages and all of our mates. Let us pitch and be merry, right over home plate. Let us bat and be merry, all grief to refrain. For we may or might never all play here again.

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released April 26, 2021

Down to the Core by Heather Flowers

Mud in the Dugout by by Ada (@recombinatrix), harmonies arranged by Jennifer Cat (@cattiferjen), vocals by the Members of the Big-Garage Road Crew and Parking Attendants Union performing as the Groundskeepers Memorial Choir

Old LA lyrics by Cliff & Will, lead by Cliff, tenor by Will, baritone & bass by Charlotte Lillith (lillithofthevalley.bandcamp.com)

The Asphodel by amadis,mandolin by moodyabyss, group vocals by
Charlotte Lillith (lillithofthevalley.bandcamp.com), Cliff, Jace Rose, Raccoon Fink (raccoonfink.bandcamp.com), Ren, and Rowan

Hit the Ball Crabs lyrics and main vocals by Jace Rose, editing, instrumentation, and backing vocals by Sci-Fi Boyfriend (sciencefictionboyfriend.bandcamp.com), Tin Whistle by VigilantBaker, backing vocals by Lex (@lexkrow), Monthenor, Raccoon Fink (raccoonfink.bandcamp.com), Silverwing

'Til All Gods Fall by Kate Olguin (@DragonDirigible)

Seek Shellter by Raccoon Fink (raccoonfink.bandcamp.com), background & gang vocals by Sci-Fi Boyfriend
(sciencefictionboyfriend.bandcamp.com), Jace Rose, Silverwing, Cliff, Levi Squier (VNN) (Social: @SquierVoices), Sláinte, Shiro Iridia (@shiromisa), monitor vocals by Cyn

Mt. Sappho by Charlotte Lillith (lillithofthevalley.bandcamp.com), harmonies arranged by jennifer cat (@CattiferJen), lyrical assistance by Navigator Riley (@StarryNavigator), mixing consultation by Sci-Fi Boyfriend (sciencefictionboyfriend.bandcamp.com), lead vocals by amadis, backing vocals by jennifer cat (@CattiferJen), Shiro Iridia, Navigator Riley (@StarryNavigator), Cliff, Name Impending, Sci-Fi Boyfriend (sciencefictionboyfriend.bandcamp.com), Raccoon Fink (raccoonfink.bandcamp.com), Charlotte Lillith (lillithofthevalley.bandcamp.com)

Cpt. Wilcox lyrics and lead vocals by Levi Squier (VNN) @SquierVO, backing vocals by Erica, apha lex (@aphalexmusic), Charlotte Lillith (lillithofthevalley.bandcamp.com), Isaac Ludington (@isaac_lud), James Taylorson (@thejeanstv), John Bettonville (@robohunkx)

Health to the Garages written by Silverwing, lead vox by Cliff, guitar, bass, drums, and mixing by Shmucku (soundcloud.com/automaton-7), accordion by Sci-Fi Boyfriend (sciencefictionboyfriend.bandcamp.com), backing vocals by Jace Rose, Shiro Iridia, amadis, Navigator Riley (@StarryNavigator), Sci-Fi Boyfriend

The Members of the Big-Garage Road Crew and Parking Attendants Union performing as the Groundskeepers Memorial Choir are:
(Ada (@recombinatrix), Callin Mckay, Charlotte Lillith (lillithofthevalley.bandcamp.com), Delta, Elinor, GirlRemembered, Jace, Monthenor, Reuben Johnson, Sci-Fi Boyfriend (sciencefictionboyfriend.bandcamp.com), Silverwing, Sláinte), with additional mixing by Sci-Fi Boyfriend (sciencefictionboyfriend.bandcamp.com)

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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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