1. |
Scowl
03:42
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[this song is about gentrification in north portland and the histories in these neighborhoods that are being erased and replaced with shiny new businesses every day. its about how we as punks contribute to gentrification everywhere while also being affected by it in small ways - Ⓐ]
walk around the block and i cant stop
thinking about all the places thats ive come from
surrounded by ancient wooden houses
with stories of their own that we never could compare to
this place that we call home, acted like it was our own
looking out from some iron gate
he used to live in a house
now hes dying in a well lit dream
we’re the finger on the trigger
and this is the end its the beginning of an end
sitting on our front porch, pretending these days will never be gone
were all white punks living in the spare rooms
but still driving up the rent till you cant find a bedroom
grocery stores that no one could afford
novelty bars, brand new condos and apartments
this place that we call home, acted like it was our own
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2. |
No Furnace
02:22
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(this song is about the winter our landlord refused to fix the broken furnace, spent huddled around one space heater because two would blow the circuit. Then she evicted us. ALAB.)
Scratch the surface of the frozen floor
and i cant feel my limbs anymore
its getting harder to breathe
ooooh where the rain goes
i cant get out from under the snow
ooooh where the rain goes
board up the windows
and seal all the doorways
the sun is setting
so i guess this winter ill drink to stay warm
i guess this winter ill drink to stay warm
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3. |
Bad Day
01:33
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“With a bit of practice we could get through a whole day without one single idea. Daily routine thinks in place of us. From work to ‘free time’, everything comes about within the continuity of survival. We always have something to cling to.
The most stupefying characteristic of today’s society is the ability for ‘comfort’ to exist a hair’s breadth from catastrophe. The economy and the technological administration of the existent are advancing with irresponsible recklessness. One slips from entertainment to large-scale massacre with the disciplined insensitivity of programmed gestures. Death’s buying and selling extends over the whole of time and space. Risk and brave effort no longer exist; there remains only security or disaster, routine or catastrophe. Saved or submerged. Alive, never.” (from At Daggers Drawn, Anon.)
three cheers for the apocalypse
shawn fucking tried
three cheers for escapists
this culture lied
dont tell me what to do
i dont care what you say
dont tell me how to act
i think im acting okay
i dont need your shit
i dont need your speech
three cheers for the apocalypse
shawn fucking tried
three cheers for escapists
this culture lied
there is no other side
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4. |
Void
01:51
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“To be disillusioned—with ‘Global Revolution’ and with our capacity to ‘Save the Earth’—should not alter our anarchist nature, or the love of nature we feel as anarchists. There are many possibilities for liberty and wildness still. What are some of these possibilities and how can we live them? What objectives, what plans, what lives, what adventures are there when the illusions are set aside and we walk into the world not disabled by disillusionment but unburdened by it?” (from Desert, Anon.)
we’re in a void
stuck in a lonely cycle
what have we come to
thinking this is crucial
this place reeks of poison
as humans we have failed
i need the forest
i need recovery
void in life
wasted in death
fuck all the rest
it doesnt make sense
how people feel so safe when
their freedoms taken
in front of their own face
the earth has summoned
to go back to that state where
we’re all unbroken
where we can make decisions
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5. |
Nests
03:46
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it was the winter that i closed my eyes, curved spine
dirt falling from my eyes forming boulders in the night
crawl up into my palm, i wanna keep you warm
ive never seen a dark as heavy as where i call home
im here, im yelling, im cold
deep inside our nests, we sleep like little crows
we are humble, hidden under leaves and wooden ceilings
branches crumble as creatures fall from our consequences
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6. |
Siding
03:14
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[this song is about staying put. its about forsaking the allure of travel to build stuff at home, work at the shelter, make art, or just to sit around, if only for a little while. -B]
mini porches on the fly
roaring southbound its july
robin says this could be our life
but i’m siding for this time
burned out on this place
on this house on cold friends
stressed out and heading north again
working for nothing
the same place
the same shit
nostalgia drags me south again
i cannot find what i am looking for
you said it was on the road
but i am trying to find it where i’m standing
champs siding is a lie
roaring eastbound its july
gary says this could be our lives
but i’m siding and its fine
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7. |
Not Good Enough
03:28
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do you feel like you’re not good enough
i see you walking by the local coffee shop
do you feel like you’re the one
who's scared at night
who doesn’t know what’s going on
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8. |
Shelter
03:05
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“struggle that doesn’t understand the importance of care is doomed to fail. The fiercest collective revolts are built on a foundation of nurture. But reclaiming care doesn’t just mean giving ourselves more care, as one more item after all the others on the to-do list. It means breaking the peace treaty with our rulers, withdrawing care from the processes that reproduce the society we live in and putting it to subversive and insurrectionary purposes.” [from Self as Other: Reflections on Self-care]
[This song’s about doing care labor (specifically at a youth shelter) while trying to take care of yourself. Its about vicarious trauma. Its about juggling the emotional weight of the work, and the usual crisis of management, while trying to occasionally think of your own personal well being. -b]
so this is shelter
but i don’t think i filed
that fucking prog note
that says that boss is vile
avenue of hope
crushed by machine
but sometimes it feels okay
which part of me does care for
the part of me that cares for
which part of me is labor
and how can it stay tender?
so this is shelter, but what of my welfare?
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9. |
Joey
01:51
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its time to get out of that fucking town
its full of disappointment, its killing you
don’t lie to me
i can see through those shaky eyes
you’re in a city
that drained the warmth that you once gave to me
its hopeless
you gave in
the darkness
consuming
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10. |
Indecision
03:22
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[this song is about depression and anxiety and interpersonal relationships. its about using drugs and alcohol as a means of coping with the stress and pain of everyday life, and how thats not inherently bad for everyone, always - Ⓐ]
i woke up sweating in a different bed
but the politics arent lost on me
i wish i was sleeping alone again
i wish i could sleep alone again
i havent felt anything in years
just chemical burns
i wish i could say whats been wrong with me
theres this void that i cant help but keep
i used to feel a lot of things
but now all i wanna do is sleep
i havent felt anything in years
just chemical burns
most days i sit around and drink a lot
i smoke cigarettes until my lungs are sore
this must be some kind of therapy
i just hate who ive been before
we dont care about our indecision
we dont care about our repercussions
its strange how all things are temporary
but i guess it doesn’t really matter
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a couple of twenty-somethings playing in a punk band.
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we do not in anyway support or agree with Rudyard Kipling or any of his works.
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