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rejoice
04:30
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My kicks got knicked in Charleston
Got spat on in Halifax
Lost the jacket that protects me
From rogue umpire attacks
And though I’m deep in debt like Jaylen
I can’t bet a single coin
Cuz on the first day of the season, we rejoice.
My truck broke down in Moab
By the Hellmouth’s gaping Maw
So I hitchhiked down to Hades
To punch god in the jaw
Cuz someday that nut will come down
To shell me and the boys
But until that reckoning, we’ll rejoice
Yeah we rejoice
We rejoice
Cuz to be honest, we don’t really have a choice
Oh tomorrow we can gamble
Till the whole plane is destroyed
But on the first day of the season, we rejoice
Oh so often times are tragic
When it comes to ol’ blaseball
From the Shelled One’s Pod betrayals
To the deaths of Monreal
And Massey and Jenna and Olive and Nora and Murphy and Lars and Sosa and Greatness and
Famous and Meritt and Zi and Jessi and Hurley and Dracaena and Aldon and Cedric and
Rhys and Bennett and Bryanayah and Juan and Barnes and Passon and Miguel and Chorby and
Kath and Kennedy and Meadows and Ogden and Sebastian and Atlas and Tyler and Tiana and
Jorge and Matteo and Sam and Shaquille and Blankenship, Santana and Rangel and Sunshine
and Derrick and Rubberman and Langley and Landry and Steakknife and Stevenson and Ingram and Matheo
and Duende and England and Morrow and Turquoise and Internet and Bookbaby and Lotus and Randall
and Mickey and Wesley and Moody and Elijah and Scorpler and Kiki and Antonio and Dominic
and Murray and Telephone and Yazmin and Frasier and Workman and Wheeler and Hobbs and
José and Tillman and Jaylen and—wait I think that’s all of them. One more verse!
Got blooddrained down in Dallas
Heard the birdstorm’s horrid caw
Got mocked outside of Philly
By a phone singing “Rap God”
Yes tomorrow brings the darkness
And that awful piercing noise (that no one can explain!)
But on the first day of the season we rejoice
Yeah on the first day of the season, we rejoice
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forecast
03:50
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keep your head down
and they won’t spot you
do you believe that?
don’t lock their eyes
and they won’t notice you
do you believe that?
they’re breathing down your neck, jaylen
they’re breathing down your neck
what are you gonna do
to stop it?
they’re breathing down your neck, jaylen
they’re breathing down your neck
there’s a storm
coming your way
you missed it once before
but will you beat the forecast again?
there’s a storm
coming your way
you missed it once before
but will you beat the forecast again?
the forecast again.
i hold you high
and i respect you
i hope you know that
but i don’t know why
you’re trying to leave this all behind
you know you can’t
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simple game
04:19
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Well this used to be a simple game,
Hit the ball, run the bases, all the same,
Fighting to win, but good spirits all round,
Get to the top, with our signature sound,
But then that ease was quickly shook,
We should've stopped, but had to look
Curiosity overtook,
We opened the book
It used to be so easy before,
Now it's pain and fire, not easy no more
The blaseball gloves lie still and charred,
This simple game, just keeps on getting hard
We lost so many, it's been so long,
But we won't stop, no matter what goes wrong,
We'll push and push until the spill
They'll never break, our undying will
And though our future is unclear,
We think of those that we held dear,
Unto the gods, their names we'll sear,
We didn't all make it here
And now the gods have come to wage their war,
But we'll fight like we've never fought before,
For those we've lost, we know we must endure,
We'll make this game a simple game once more.
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steal home
04:06
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someday the wind’s gonna take me away and it won’t be surprisin’
the way that those big thunderclouds are stacked up over on the horizon
and way on up high, the clouds roll on by and their shadows chase ‘cross the ground
and here in the storm I look for a home and maybe a home’s what I found
won’t you let me STEAL HOME tonight, if that’d be all right
‘cause I left my real home a long long way from your arms
and we can spend a while together
at least until a change in the weather
takes me away from this stolen home
someday where I hang my hat is gonna change, don’t say I didn’t warn ya
and maybe my home’s where I hang my heart out in old California
when it’s time to fly, no, I won’t say good bye, for the word’s gonna tear me apart
and there in the storm, i’ll look for a home, though a home’s what I left at the start
but then you say ‘wait’, and the Steaks are too great for this bet
how can I go when you say to me “no, don’t leave yet”
won’t you let me steal home tonight, if that’d be all right
for I found my real home is right here in your arms
and we can be alone together
and pray there’s not a change in the weather
to take me from this stolen home
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when i swing at the pitch i don't miss it
imitating the one i know best
i'll repeat myself again, so please listen
as i echo across the northwest
i left all my worries in dallas
and philly, i can't stick around
so i step to the plate in seattle
one horse in a one horse town
today it's two-for-one price admission
as i roll onto the field all alone
i'll repeat myself again, so please listen
somehow i'm not on my own
i left my old mare back in philly
and dallas, i'm letting you down
so i step to the plate in seattle
two horses in a one horse town
and it might feel like you got triple vision
as i reverberate throughout the park
i'll repeat myself again, so please listen
i don't need no redemption arc
because i've left all my troubles behind me
as the waves carry me to the sound
so i step to the plate in seattle
three horses in a one horse town
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parking lot woes (demo)
03:22
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Their name was Luis
You know the rest
Our vlocaloid
Our hardlight best-ie
But then they left us
And joined the Crabs
It goes to show
We're all at risk to go
Nay nay, I won't go on
Not until the band plays my favorite song
I'm singin'
Nay nay, no feedback, none!
I ain't goin' nowhere til the game is won
Her bat's got nails
Her banjo too
Ya mess with her
And she'll destroy you!
But now she's Texan
And that's no shame
We loved our Abbot
It's like a habit!
Nay nay, I won't go on
Not until the band plays my favorite song
I'm singin'
Nay nay, no feedback, none!
I ain't goin' nowhere til the game is won
So please!
Just leave 'em be!
Nay nay, I won't go on
Not until the band plays my favorite song
I'm singin'
Nay nay, no feedback, none!
I ain't goin nowhere til the game is won
I said I ain't goin nowhere til the game is won
I ain't goin nowhere til the game is won.
I mean, I know that Luis was traded because of a vote but whatever, it's for fun. It's all for fun!
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i don’t do it for glory or women or pay
i throw out of spite for the triple a
i throw for the soul of the USA
and i’ll throw till i’m put in the ground
two outs
bottom of twelve
runner on second
lefty from hell
so send me up
so sound the alarm
a ball in my glove
and hate in my arm
grip my weapon between the seams
i don’t have long left on this team
never yield
leave it on the field
i’m playing angry
let fly like a gun
they don’t move a muscle
ump calls ball one
if this were five years ago
i’d be up there in his face
i grind my heel into the dirt
he knows i know my place
every face in the dugout a mask of death
i curse them all with my dying breath
never yield
leave it on the field
ball two ball three
and my shoulder starts to crack
fire down my arm
vision fades to black
in the dark i am a rookie
all limber and strong
good god above
where did i go wrong
wind up for my final stand
hear something pop as it leaves my hand
never yield
leave it on the field
like a sinker my heart breaks fast and low
she strides to first and down i go
never yield
leave it on the field
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8. |
have hope
03:56
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Hi friends, It’s wyatts
It wants them and it’s coming, but i have a plan.
Jaylen, can you hear me?
Let’s make a deal, it’s time we began
Hang on, Jaylen
You are not done
Rise up Jaylen
Face the sun
You’ll travel far and wide
To Pies and back home and to Halifax
Shoe Thieves might hate you
But they don’t know they’ll need you when it attacks
Hang on, Jaylen
You are not done
Hang on Jaylen
Your time will come
My dear friends, It has begun
The shelled one descending from above
Demanding that we bow
Take cover, incoming, The time is now
Hang on, Jaylen
You are not done
Hang on Jaylen
This Fight’s not won
The bleachers rise high as the darkness swings low
watching the players come and go
Through blooddrain, incinerations, The mic's ebb and flow
What happens in shadows, Townsend knows
Hang On, Jaylen,
I have hope
Hang On, Shoe Thieves
You’re not alone
Hang On, my friends
I have hope
Hang On, blaseball
Anything is possible
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sun is hiding, shadows shining
from up above
eyes are shifting, can’t be missing
when the umps seek blood
cause we now know they
aren’t beyond the flames
they hold
we’re stealing back our home
lives are flickerin, gods are pickin
their fights with us
rules left unsaid so they can pretend
their wrath is just
but we outnumber
them so let thunder
rain down
we’ll kick them out of this ground
no hall can keep us from our friends
no monitor can make this end
inning seven, we are stretchin
prepared to pitch
threats are comin, but our bats are thrummin
with intent to hit
our finest lineup
will define the com-
ing trials
but they’ll do it with smiles
the other side of
this will find us
together
we’re gonna make this better
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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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