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short circuit 03

by the garages

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Broadcast 1, July 15 Hi everyone! whoever’s listening. I uhhh just woke up here, in what I can only assume is outer space, as the view outside my window on this fine morning is the in-between of Sol and Alpha Centauri. From here I can see faintly our glowing star that we call home, and the galactic core, not so far away. Broadcast 5, July 20 Good evening listeners, it’s me, Alice, once again. It’s been about five days since I’ve been up here all alone, and I must say, I love the peace and quiet that you get out here. Really gives you space to think about a lot of things. Oh, I should mention: I noticed something out of the corner of my eye yesterday. It was a star, but all of a sudden I saw a flash and a beautiful supernova formed before my very eyes! This universe sure is wonderful. Broadcast 7, July 22 I’m sure the math can’t be right…. Two weeks? One, now. One week, one week… and then what? Broadcast 12, July 27 I know I’ve said the universe is going to end. I’m sure you’ve heard my findings and have started talking about them. I hope I’m wrong listeners, I really do. But you need to know that this is a possibility, you need to know. I need to tell you. What else am I here for? Broadcast 13, July 28 Oh my god. They’re not going to hear it. Nobody’s going to hear it. Nobody’s been listening. This whole time, no one’s been listening. I’m the only one who knows.
2.
Light moves ever so slowly And i’m stuck in a tin can Floating, i’m just floating Radio waves sent to space Reach earth in twenty days I’ll be gone then, I’ll be gone All our worlds will end All my time is burning Piles of old clothes line the floor I don’t know who came before I did, oh I did Floating in space between the Stars, I can't seem to see my Home now, my home now All our worlds will end All my time is burning We shine as brightly as we may Short wicks on a small stage Watch us as we burn, watch us as we burn You won't hear me cry Light moves ever so slowly, light moves ever so slowly light moves ever so slowly, And I’m stuck in a tin can, I’m stuck in a tin can, I’m stuck in a tin can, I’m floating, I’m floating Radio, radio, radio waves reach earth in fourteen days, reach earth in twenty days, reach earth in twenty-four I’ll be gone then, I’ll be gone then, I’ll be gone then, I’ll be gone in twenty days, I’ll be gone, oh All our worlds will end, all my time is burning All our worlds will end, all our worlds will end I’ll be gone then, I’ll be gone, I’ll be gone, I’ll be gone, I’ll be gone then, I’ll be gone, I’ll be gone If anyone’s out there somewhere between me and earth Or somewhere far out in the dark places I hope my voice has brought you some comfort For one last time, this is Alice, at the end of everything Signing off
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will 04:00
i know my chances are low i’m just one speck above the circuit board real small but i’m not dying here i’m searching for a way out i’ll keep searching for a way out i know my chances are gone odds almost one thousand hundred to one but while there’s still one one shot i’m searching for a way out i’ll keep searching for a way out two weeks two weeks until the end two weeks til the clock stops the votes come in the votes come in the votes come in the votes come in the votes come in the votes come in the votes come in the votes come in the votes come in (take me) the votes come in (choose me) the votes come in (free me) the votes come in (take me) the votes come in (choose me) the votes come in (free me) the votes come in (take me) the votes come in (choose me) ((no time for goodbyes)) the votes come in (free me) ((not sure what i’ll find)) the votes come in (take me) ((see you on the other side)) the votes come in (choose me) ((no time for goodbyes)) the votes come in (free me) ((not sure what i’ll find)) the votes come in (take me) ((see you on the other side)) (((leave me be))) the votes come in (choose me) ((no time for goodbyes)) (((let me go))) the votes come in (free me) ((not sure what i’ll find)) (((leave me be))) the votes come in (take me) ((see you on the other side)) (((let me go))) the votes come in
4.
STRIKEOUT! 02:14
(5,6,7,8, who do we appreciate?) it's a brand new season, a brand new circuit the gods are watching me on the field (no pressure!) my moxie is low, so is my shakespeareanism but i'm still a part of the team i guess... i can't hit the pitches when i'm batting with my right hand and i'm even worse with my left i thought i signed up for college basketball i guess i didn't read the fine print now all i do is miss the ball and strike out, baby all i do is strike out i thought i was gonna make my mother proud, baby but all i do is strike out ha haa all i do is strike out yeah, i'm not even sure why they picked me last sunday, i was hanging in washington but then monday rolls around and i am playing in missouri and now i'm sweaty, and nervous, my limbs are shaking and my uniform is slightly damp when my horoscope said that "my life would be changed" i thought it meant that i would get to play college basketball but i'm here, and i hear them call my name i guess i should go now all i do is miss the ball and strike out, baby all i do is strike out i thought i was gonna make my mother proud, baby but all i do is strike out i hope my mom isn't listening to this i'm very bad at blaseball, but you could probably tell that from my everything! (batter up, bend your knees, miss the ball and strike out) x16 NOW ALL I DO IS MISS THE BALL AND STRIKE OUT, BABY ALL I DO IS STRIKE OUT I THOUGHT I WAS GONNA MAKE MY MOTHER PROUD, BABY BUT ALL I DO IS STRIKE OUT
5.
[space. do you know how big space is? it’s around one hundred miles in diameter. that’s how big space is. there’s nothing beyond that we checked. we’re trapped inside a fucking bubble and i want to get out. anyways. the scale of the universe is such. watch as i zoom out this fancy tv graphic. observe the tiny particles of static and antistatic now we come to the bigass fucking microphone in the sky. i am scared of it. i feel like we exist at its whim. do you see the wire at its base? it wraps around the entire universe see how the bits of static combine to form crystalline structures. we call them snowflakes. they are each unique, and form impossibly many permutations. observe the incredible beauty of nature. one time while i was pitching they blew into my face and it was cold as fuck do you see the sun? do you see how it is being eclipsed by a giant, unknown object? it is unclear to cosmologists what could cause this phenomenon, as the concept of orbit has been destroyed. sometimes eclipses kill you. death is a natural part of life a new weather phenomena has occurred called Peanut. the legumes we know as "peanuts" come falling from the sky in a violent manner, scaring everyone shitless. they are edible, i tried one, and it was the most delicious thing i have ever tasted. anyways. there is another god in the sky that calls my name. i do not want to listen to it, for it does not abide by science, but nothing in this world makes sense anymore, so fuck it all, i guess. historians tell of a place called the hall of flame. a repository for the dead, located somewhere called the trench. at some point in our past the hall was obscured from us. i don’t know where you go when you die anymore. this is scary because change is always scary. but being alive is also a state of constant change.] legume, legume the mighty one has chosen you eat ambrosia, drink the wine your power will come to you in time weaker ones have tried and failed but where they falter you prevail so bring me your strength and bring your smile and bring the Shelled One to it's prime! the hour will come when you will know (hoop ii is when you will know) when you're needed and must go (you are needed and must go) so prep your family, say goodbye (tell all of your friends goodbye) for the sake of peace they all may die
6.
the universe will give you life then turn you around throw you into the wild and say go and figure it out play by the rules as much as you can til you learn with age what you can’t do and then try and make a change but when the world lasts two weeks you don’t get far when the suns forms and burns out in fourteen days all you can hope to be is someone else’s star in someone else’s sky a trillion miles away a googleplex of years down the road maybe one day our light will guide someone home we do our best to make meaning that means something that leaves a mark that’s bigger than the shapes we’re in we make some friends and tell ‘em how we love ‘em so and we fight to make a space in which our kids can grow but when the world lasts two weeks you don’t get far when the suns forms and burns out in fourteen days all you can hope to be is someone else’s star in someone else’s sky a trillion miles away a googleplex of years down the road maybe one day our light will guide someone home things were here before me and they’ll still stay here when i’m gone all the time i get is here and now blink and it’s over the candle wax is running low if all i got is what i’ve got then i’m gonna make it count when the world lasts two weeks you don’t get far when the suns forms and burns out in fourteen days all you can hope to be is someone else’s star in someone else’s sky a trillion miles away a googleplex of years down the road maybe one day our light will guide someone home
7.
just bad 03:35
we're the worst band you've heard in your life twenty plus members, over five hundred tracks that nobody remembers and events where we unprepared just kinda nod and stare and mime playing guitar in front of gamer chairs as the neighbors glare at our failures they're never gonna hear none of our labor played over the radio waves are you not entertained? we cannot pay for it but we'll drop another tape we'll suck forever we're back together on the attack, whether or not you heard the last track awful like that we're like the Netherlands weather in that just like it we're bad i take no pleasure in announcing the facts we're the garages the grajizz, the band that sabotages its own career with every new premiere we can't afford good gear for every chord you cheer for we played a million that would make nobody want to hear more we suck we're just bad we suck i'll leave it at that this is not about the game but we suck at it too, it's in the name every record's the same it's sad what became of our claim to fame we're just another boring soundcloud wannabe band we're just a value lower bound for talent-free brands and frankly our sound is terribly bland i'm not allowed to swear but fuck the second chair we don't even have a first one far as anyone cares so with the kick and snare and running short on air i try to get across the point that nothing quite compares to just how bad we are and how i can't spit bars and how the band members are the band's only fans did i say only fans? that'd make more money than tryin' to market our music with a vinyl plan cause frankly anyone who can name more than one garages song probably is already in the band we suck we're just bad we suck i'll leave it at that [slap solo] we suck (we've never been good) we're just bad (just bad!) we suck (all of us!) i'll leave it at that (at that at that at that) we suck (we suck) we're just bad (just bad just bad just bad) we suck (always have) i'll leave it at that

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released February 11, 2022

diary entry 7/15 - 7/28 and fourteen days is not enough for my scream to reach your ears by by Rosie Drown (@ap_pussyeatin)

will by ras
additional arrangement, guitar, bass, backing vocals, mixing by carly house phone (@worsterman, phonehouse.bandcamp.com)
lead vocals by Louisa Blatt

STRIKEOUT! by fizzabelle (@izzybutcool)

hymn to a non-allergic reaction
vocals and song by Woosh
monologue by carciclarbtor and Woosh
harp by Amadis
monologue recitation by Rosie Drown

two week world by zack.ry (zackry.bandcamp.com)
bass by Sci-Fi Boyfriend (sciencefictionboyfriend.bandcamp.com)
harmony by Erica
gang vox by Rosie Drown, Amadis, Woosh, em grace (@undeniableEmG), Jace Rose, Sci-Fi Boyfriend, apha (@aphamusic)

just bad by fox (@slavfoxman)

cover art by azure
mastered by rain

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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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