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fight gods
03:23
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you're gonna light us on fire
and expect nothing to happen
like it doesn't matter
that's not the way this works
you can't just lift the ones we love
away from us
like it doesn't matter
cause then we get angry
and everyone you know
is going to feel it
and we will find a way to take the
stairs to up above
and we won't talk of love
we're gonna get violent
we're gonna fight gods, fight gods
we're gonna fight gods, fight gods
and we're gonna win
and we will get our vengeance in the end
we're gonna fight gods, fight gods
we're gonna fight gods, fight gods
and we're gonna win
and nothing will remain the same again
and our redemption arc is coming up
yeah, i bet you feel frightened
you feel it coming like a wave
a million droplets
making up an ocean
you know what would be fun?
if we put out the sun
we're coming to get you
cause now that we're angry
everyone you know
is going to feel it
and we will find a way to get the
train up to the sky
cause we're not asking "why?"
we're asking for justice
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and i mean, all gods
02:04
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i need to email god, i have some issues
and i'm placing my bets, cause i know who will lose
and i am checking my phone to see who's next batting
and i am tapping the button to accept all tracking
and i'm waiting in line for a ticket to heaven
and i am getting the slush at the seven-eleven
and i am manifesting the world that i would like to create
and i am checking my smart watch, because my uber is late
no gods
yeah, we're killing all gods
and don't tell me the odds
cause we're killing all gods
no gods
yeah, we're killing all gods
and don't tell me the odds
cause we're killing all gods
and i stay up all night so i can fight the sun
and i am buying the tickets so i can get more thumbs
and i am waiting in line for a ticket to heaven
i am getting the slush at the seven-eleven
and i'm going to engage in rational discourse
but god will not listen to my rational discourse
so now i'm punching god, and i'm punching him with force
cause he will not listen to my rational discourse
no gods
yeah, we're killing all gods
and don't tell me the odds
cause we're killing all gods
no gods
yeah, we're killing all gods
and don't tell me the odds
cause we're killing all gods
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no gods, just blaseball
02:32
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For all our friends we lost
On the way to claim a base
Or pitching the hardest curveball they could muster
This is for you
I know how hard it is
To get back on your feet
After your buddy's turned into a pile of ash
The umps don't feel a thing
And we feel incomplete
So what are we to do?
Let's make a plan and
With our friends in our hearts
We'll kill the gods and
Take back what was ours all along
We get the band back together - woah oh, woah oh, woah oh
We got our thumbs, we got our bats, what could go wrong?
No gods just blaseball forever - forever
For Jaylen & Bennett, Tiana & Shaq and unremarkable Derrick
We'll take the stage and crank the amps up to eleven
Setting course, for the sun, it's time to punch our way out
Out of this slump, to dethrone the gods
Take back what was ours all along
We get the band back together - woah oh, woah oh, woah oh
We got our thumbs, we got our bats, what could go wrong?
No gods just blaseball forever - forever
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park it
06:49
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Theodore Duendes the perfect captain
Solid fundamentals and a great friend
We need more sluggers like him and Allison Abbott
We need less people like Mike Townsend
We’ve got Luis Acevedo
The best vocaloid in the league
But I’ll get to that later
We’ve got gwiff now and gwiff never wiffs
I think he’s at least half owl; it’s unclear
But we’ve got luis acevedo
The only vocaloid who can also thwack
When they’re at bat they bellow
This next runs for hotdogfingers
A victim of eldricth circumstance
If she lived to see our new pitcher
This next ground outs for mike Townsend
We’re going to win in spite of you
If we don’t win that’s totally ok, cuz you know we’re gonna pa pa pa pa
Park it
Park it
Park it
Park it
Theodore duendes got the formula
That’s why they call blaseball the sweet science
He just walks up to the plate and says “soundgarden is pretty good,
But they’re far from the best band out of Seattle”
“Have you heard of this band Weep Wave?
I’ll make you a mixtape after this”
Then he hits a grand slam
This next runs for hotdogfingers
A victim of eldricth circumstance
If she lived to see our new pitcher
This next ground outs for mike Townsend
We’re going to win in spite of you
Out of the way, it’s duendesday season
I know we’re anticapitalist
But tianna cash didn’t have to die
She was literally made of money
Though I’m sure it informed her politics so for her we will just pa pa pa pa
Park it
Park it
Park it

Hi is this thing on?
My name is Mike Townsend, and I’m the current pitcher for the Seattle garages
The previous pitcher, Jaylen Hotdogfingers, was incinerated
She was the first one killed after the forbidden book was opened,
And I remember just sitting there with Tianna when it happened, and at first I couldn’t figure out exactly what had occurred but after I realized she was gone for good I was like
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huh!
That’s Blaseball for ya you know? “ Like I forgot who said it but someone said Blaseball is a game of inches, and if she was standing just three inches to the right of the mound I’m sure she would’ve been fine.
Anyways shortly after that Duende said “I can’t believe you’re our pitcher now” and I said “what? I’m the new pitcher?” And he said “yeah I really can’t believe it” to which I said “oh jeez thanks how cool is this!”
But as you probably know, I’m not really as good as hotdogfingers was, you know? I think the hotdogs let her throw the ball to more than one place without missing the strike zone, and she was even able to pitch it at different speeds! You know, I don’t have hotdogs for fingers, so I can’t do that.
Anyways, so Im the pitcher now regardless, and I didn’t realize how much pressure it would be you know?
Like every time I throw a walk off the fans are like “TOWNSEND!” And sometimes when someone hits a home run the fans will yell “TOWNSEND!!”, and sometimes when I pitch a bad game the fans will write a song called something like “Mike Townsend Is A Dissapointment” and it will become the new anthem of our team and it’ll play non stop on KGAR...
You know how it is with Blaseball fans!
Anyways I know I’m lucky to be the pitcher for such a great team, and I love my teammates but... I wish I was really good, you know? Like hotdogfingers good. Like, I could pitch a no no against the Hellmouth Sunbeams good. But, I’m not, you know? I’m not Jaylen Hotdogfingers, I’m not the best Blaseball pitcher in the league, I’m just kinda a goofball that the team likes to turn into a running gag. But we’ve won some games you know? And it’s not like we won those games WITHOUT me. And, you know, I’m not incinerated. At least, I’m not incinerated yet. I just want to be this big, bright, shiny star, and whenever I step out on the field I don’t want them to say “TOWNSEND!” Or “TOWNSEND!” I want them to say “TOWNSEND!” You know? Like “TOWNSEND!”. Ah... it’s so hard man. Anyways sorry to ramble, can I start over? OK. Hi my name is Mike Townsend, and I’m the pitcher for the Seattle Garages.
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The angels in the outfield we are unionizing
To take take back that which we’ve earned
And the demons in the innfield offer a hand
solidarity’s its own special word
And we work for eternity day after day
And we still haven't received our pay
If you think that’s okay Lord, Lord
we ain't a-gonna be treated this way
When we asked for bread and roses all we got were peanuts
And your birds swarmed to pick them up
And if blood be the price of all your wealth,
FUCK God! we have paid enough!
The angels in the outfield we are unionizing
To take take back that which we’ve earned
And the demons in the innfield offer a hand
solidarity’s its own special word
We were taught to shame the leeches, the pests of the beaches
The demons we must always fight
But God is the biggest leech of them all,
Bloodsucking all day and all night
Aren’t one two three, three strikes enough
For you to see us, hear our cry
If you’re gonna play it that way fine by us
We’ll eat pie in the sky when you die
The angels in the outfield we are unionizing
To take take back that which we’ve earned
And the demons in the innfield offer a hand
solidarity’s its own special word
And we’re taking their bats and we’re swinging at gods head, there’s so many of us there’s so many limbs so many eyes so many teeth so many sharp pointed feathers and we’re just going for it we’re all going for the kill we are killing the unkillable stopping the unstoppable and it’s the bottom of the ninth and the shame kicks in and now god is dead.
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pathetic/spineless
03:11
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i'm riding in the front seat of a train car
hurtling towards the heavens
and i'm gonna catch you alone
and i got my bag packed, and it's full of stuff
that i can then use when i fight them off
and i'm gonna catch you alone
when i look you in the eyes
i will start to realise
you're pathetic, in the worst ways
you're spineless, like on most days
when i look you in the eyes
i will start to realise
you're not going anywhere, going anywhere
when you go to fight gods
but none of them live up to it
and all of them give up, does that
make you feel better?
when you go to fight gods
but none of them meet your eyeline
does that make you feel fine,
or are you disappointed?
no one you look up to is better than you are
i'm riding in the front seat of a train car
listening to songs on my ipod that will hype me up
to take you on, or take you down
but it's somewhere between track 6 and 7
that i realise that when i get up to heaven
i'm gonna make you cry without lifting a finger
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7. |
i fought the umps
01:54
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I hate to see another friend burn
I fought the umps and the umps won
I fought the umps and the umps won
They took our players from us, one by one
I fought the umps and the umps won
I fought the umps and the umps won
I hit a flyout and I feel so bad
We just need one more run
Now they're walkin over with their eyes so mad
I fought the umps and the umps won
I fought the umps
Their evil burns like a, hot sun
I fought the umps and the umps won
I fought the umps and the umps won
It's almost like these umps are having fun
I fought the umps and the umps won
I fought the umps and the umps won
They're looking at me I think I've been had
I guess my days are done
Well, maybe I can take one of em, with my bat
I fought the umps and the umps won
I fought the umps
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the garages Seattle, Washington
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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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