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short circuit 02

by the garages

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1.
not enough 03:28
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
2.
ALLERGENS 03:10
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
3.
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
4.
it's snowing 05:00
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
5.
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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released December 24, 2021

not enough:
lyrics and vox by Riley (rileysroom.bandcamp.com), instrumental and backing vox by Bertie (hadestigers.bandcamp.com)

ALLERGENS:
by seb (bigredsun.bandcamp.com), mixing and solo by rain (no-risk.bandcamp.com)

phantom signals:
by Vigilant Baker (vigilantbaker.bandcamp.com)

it's snowing:
by rosie drown

bones to ohio (anyone else):
by mother love blone (noise-land.bandcamp.com), vox, synth, and production by rain (no-risk.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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