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not enough
03:28
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It’s so cold, the nights are 12 hours long
I can’t leave, so I just read along
Give me a reason why they’re still out there
Where are we, have we still got a prayer?
Its my home
That you roam
So why am
I so goddamn scared?
We’ve blocked out all the memories of your abuses and
We’ve tried to move on but it’s not enough
Your spectre haunts us all
We’ll never get better, never get better, never get better
Why can’t the past stay in my old life?
Why must you always just twist the knife?
They’re my friends, why are you there with them?
Soon I’ll be the one you all condemn
It’s my home
That you roam
So why am
I so goddamn scared?
Is it that you want
To be a vengeful god
Get the adoration
Torture the ones that knew you
You think yourself a god?
You want to kill the sods?
You’ve never learnt your power’s just a figment of our minds
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ALLERGENS
03:10
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pick up your shovels and your snow shoes
we got a lot of ice to break through
we need more fuel for the engines
we got a broken wheel, carriage 10
the very picture of industry
though we’re under nobody’s dominion, here
we may have lost once but we won’t a second time
shift the paradigm bring us home this time
we don’t want your divinity
and no taste of infinity
the menu for us is allergens by the pound
we’ll choke it down
cause i want you dead more than i don’t want to drown
the train car rolls along the concrete
and i am riding in the front seat
i don’t care if you pitch or swing
in here star count don’t mean a thing
long as you’ll bean a king
or oppose a god
and expose the fraud
they tried to teach us of
in the castles we’ve seen toppling
seattleites are jostling
rocking in the fog and the smog and the shock
in the aftermath of the eruption
the blast it didn’t smash corruption
now the garages need no introduction
get us back on the track we’re ready to attack
we don’t want your divinity
and no taste of infinity
the menu for us is allergens by the pound
we’ll choke it down
cause i want you dead more than i don’t want to drown
we don’t want your divinity
and no taste of infinity
the menu for us is allergens by the pound
we’ll choke it down
cause i want you dead more than i don’t want to drown
we’ll choke it down
cause i want you dead more than i don’t want to drown
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phantom signals
03:36
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every time someone says we made it
i think back to when we could barely afford guitar strings
back then we had next to nothing
so every little gig we played meant next to everything
we formed a team to pay for the expensive habit of wanting to pay rent and make some noise
and maybe order a pizza from time to time
but little did we know that was the price we’d pay for the luxury of having our souls destroyed
i guess it could've been worse
we’d make up new songs in the dugout
about smell of the ballpark, friendly rivalries, and those nights that we wish would never end
teasing hops about all the games we’d lose
and how we’d never ever win
we’d raise a middle finger toward the sun
we were jubilant and free, and there was nothing we couldn’t do
but that was when everyone was still around
before all the weather broke through
back then we’d go out to the bar after every away game
make up a name and pretend we were some local band
but after about 20 minutes
someone would figure us out and start calling out for their favorite song
it was always something pretty obscure for some reason
something about that song must’ve touched that person in particular
we’d play it for them, buy a round for everyone, and then sneak out the back
those were the good times
but then our songs started getting a little bit darker
about the smell of fire on the mound and death and wishing the game would just end
about feeling alone in a world of people who love you (we’ll suck forever)
after you finally manage to win (and we’ll never ever win)
and when we’d raise a middle finger toward the sun
it was with spite and anger and the memories of those we knew
but we’d pull ourselves through anyway (i’m pretty sure that’s what punk rock means)
i mean, what else could we do?
we’d turn the radio to some strange frequency
pick up phantom signals from other worlds
those songs would fill our hearts with strange comfort
even if we could barely hear the voices through the static
songs about somehow someone out there got away
and maybe we could too
their soulsongs would guide us through the snowstorm
if we could just somehow make it through
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it's snowing
05:00
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it’s getting colder
can’t find much more light
but peacefully
the snow drifts down
falling down
and when I hit the earth
I am held
in cold arms
I am held
and the snow is falling down
and the snow is falling down
the days are short
and my ears are numb
hold tightly
hold tightly
wrapped around
my bare hands
is a scarf
and another pair
yours
and the snow is falling down
and the snow is falling down
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I wanna be anyone
I wanna be anyone anyone else
anyone else but me
give it up for a thicker shell
I wanna be anyone anyone else
so what’s it gonna be?
don’t care if it hurts like hell
I just wanna tear away every sticky cell
that feels anything anything anything like myself
don’t need anybody’s help
I’m gonna be anyone anyone else
yeah the shell is strong but the body’s weak
you gotta learn how to yell before you learn how to speak
it’s all bitter work with your face in the dirt
do you think it’ll sting do you think it’ll hurt
I want the burning taste of infinity
put the scales in my eyes where everybody can see
I just wanna be ok
and I don’t wanna be myself today
nothing left to call home
half a season to be alone, be alone again
what’s it take to leave
my skin keeps getting tight
I need someone dig me out dig me out tonight
and learn how to breathe
nothing left in this shithole town
gonna burn it all burn it all burn it all down
so what’s it gonna be?
calling out for a god to help
I’m gonna be anyone anyone else
yeah the shell is strong but the body’s weak
you gotta learn how to yell before you learn how to speak
it’s all bitter work with your face in the dirt
do you think it’ll sting do you think it’ll hurt
I want the burning taste of infinity
put the scales in my eyes where everybody can see
I just wanna be ok
I just wanna be ok
I left a decent life for a step outside
when it all comes down, will we be alright
(hold on to me, hold on to me)
I swear I’m on a knife’s edge waiting to fall for anything
I don’t care what the future brings
I just gotta get away from the rest of me
(hold on to me, hold on to me)
I don’t wanna be dead, I just wanna be free
I don’t wanna be dead, I just wanna be free
yeah the shell is strong but the body’s weak
you gotta learn how to yell before you learn how to speak
it’s all bitter work with your face in the dirt
do you think it’ll sting do you think it’ll hurt
I want the burning taste of infinity
put the scales in my eyes where everybody can see
I’m getting sick and tired of the shape I’m in
do you think it’ll fail, do you think it’s a sin
as I disappear in the hole in the sky
was it worth all the pain? was it all just a lie?
my body's getting sore
and I'm not gonna be myself anymore
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garages, an anarcho-syndicalist blaseball band from the fictional location of seattle. we make songs about being gay, the apocalypse, and fighting the gods.
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