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I guess you don't understand
there are some other ways
for you to still hurt me
in these fucked up days
Another words
you can't avoid to type
remind me once again
you were not a hype
And then those links that artificially joined us
just blew up: you're leaving, I felt nothing but relief, no tears
I'd wish I could understand
why you needed to tell me
you'd been not ok
after we just met
Descendents "We"
London makes me cry
I'm like Jim Carrey
in "...the Spotless Mind"
So then I just realized thereâs something wrong with me
Tell me Jim: is there an ending after so long? I don't know
So I feel Iâm Melvin in the new NOFX video
most of the time surrounded by this crowd that I don't care for that much
Thoreau on opium at Sol on New Years Eve
then I just try to hide myself
then I just try to hide myself on drugs
and I find myself with a nice girl
with barely any chances to intimate, Iâm done before it starts
A not funny Hank Moody in California
just fucking with the pain of missing
just fucking with the pain of missing you
Itâs ok, just check my new reissue!
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2. |
Last Settlers
02:37
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It's about time to raise our blinded sight and see beyond our feet
Slowly taste the sick smell of the air
While we just worry about the plastic dumped straight into the sea
a million nets from the fishing put us to death
Only ourselves can draw the curtains and face the facts out there
Fuck big corporations aimed just to sell us a cliché
Live a life is simple when we decide just not to care
all aligned and dressed in costumes of model citizens
Do you feel the sick smell of the air?
Our home is warming, we like ignoring it
we choose not to be disturbed
And while just few out there are making fortunes
we stand here just to be tortured
floating in our public pond full of shit
And though the issue is clear and deeply obvious
no one here seem to be cautious
Which direction are we planning to take?
Why instead of spending time searching the answer
get hands on, don't be a burden
No one said today is too late to care
Only ourselves can draw the curtains and face the facts out there
Fuck big corporations aimed just to sell us a cliché
Live a life is simple when we decide just not to care
all aligned and dressed in costumes of model citizens
Do you feel the sick smell of the air?
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3. |
Battle Royale
03:00
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Finally light wakes up my inside,
I was waiting you for a long time
I just thought you were dead
and the darkness became
the new leader of ourselves
But not so fast! rests of some shadows
still remain inside my mind
never letting me enjoy,
always working the wall,
get away I just need more time
And itâs now when
I sink down fast through the river
of my tears but Iâll be fine
I was always prepared
seeing closely the end
puffing up my old lifeguard
Scratching hard all of my surface
just to open up my heart
I was never intend to get finally well
fog is blinding my tired eyes
And it was me
who started this battle royale
it was always me
who also thought this could be fine
but now Iâm wondering
if this will shut me down for all my life
Iâm not afraid of suffering
but I prefer to calm down
all these pains smoking weed again
but itâs not for fun, just to hide my scars and
I kind of enjoy this blackout
makes me forget you for a while
itâs never enough, sometimes even worse
self destruction is my part time job
And Iâll be waiting for this to be closed
the things we let undone
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4. |
The Tide
03:34
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I canât control the way I feel and as the candle burns I waste another year
Spending time trapped in this bubble that Iâve built
Itâs not the situation I thought Iâd ever be in, itâs not for me, itâs not for us
Until I hold on to this bottle and drink myself to death in my friendâs office
My therapy to calm me down stresses you out and youâre so sick of saying it out loud
Because it seems Iâm a slow learner, Iâm like a throne with no pretender, I head back home trying to fix my longest nights
It feels so odd when you are not here, few years ago in fact we couldnât be more near
What has changed and what Iâve missed along the way?
Has the âblack & white approachâ just turned into gray? Well, what a shameâŠ
The tide is dragging me as I have never tied the knots cause I donât seem to be connected with your thoughts
You have done so much for me and we have sailed through seas of any kind
Letâs get through this weird December, joining forces for the better
You expect from me to keep my word in my dark times.
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Riffs & Songs
02:56
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Riffs and songs ruined forever
a few keys bring memories of her
Iâm doing fine for kinda long time
a million days would not make me forget
And itâs with âBlack Masks...â when I realize
then while âHopeâ I have to go
âPower of Failingâ and nazi games
âMay 16thâ singalongs
âWantâ means nothing
âHero of our Timeâ cause driving the van
and Murder City, I was squatting your home
âLogicâŠâ I donât dare
â7 Yearsâ still forbidden
something painfully historic I donât need to hold
And itâs with âTen Thingsâ when I realize
then while âDullâ I have to go
A âNew Day Risingâ, another hit
we covered just for fun
âWeâ means nothing
Riffs and drums are taking over
a few chords bring memories from there
Iâm doing fine for not enough time
a million days might not make me forget
I may look blue, rarely dancing and no fun
I know that I wonât tell them when I listen one of ours
but I am here to remind you with a smile in my heart
Some miles away, barely talking and no band
I know that you wonât tell me when you read or listen to us
but I hope you also take this with a smile in your heart
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6. |
My Friendless Year
03:02
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I really miss what we had right before we
both screwed it up not knowing how
It's been 2 years but I just realize there's no light at
the end of anywhere we'll never go back
Plus collateral damages: some of my folks,
they lately do tend to count me out
I know it might look like I'm upset, it's not the goal,
but it's just that makes me sad
Then it was "the fighter", my refuge in the storm
as I may think I was for her
Your enemies are tough ones
I get your rage, but I thought you were
sure enough I was not one of those
The worst I still cry is because a non-human one
My desire to live was off,
you always dragged me unconsciously back from the dark,
so this time I owe you one
I make myself sick while turning forty in my friendless year!
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7. |
A Long Year to Regret
02:53
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Iâve been holding on here, nothing like weâve ever seen but here Iâm back again
soon enough to stretch my body
I felt grounded all the time, losing hope along the path but I can see the end
close enough to crank a smile
3 months stuck in bed, soon the lights will go through my door frame, again,
lighting up another shitty day
It is a commonplace to burn our time and even burn ourselves, knowing we have the time
to understand despair
And this gut feeling deep stuck inside my head, that we were going down a road which had no end
Sometimes itâs hard to see how fragile balance is, now see the importance of the
choices that we donât make
Now Iâm in a better place, I come back to life again
Logicâs telling me I should care, fuck that! I just need some air
Everything seems a little changed, random faces but
where are all my friends? Came back home, the chance was always there
Right now the billâs on me, choose your side and clear your mind, just breathe
The wait is over now, this oneâs on me
And this gut feeling deep stuck inside my head, that we were going down a road which had no end
Sometimes is hard to see how fragile balance is, now see the importance of the choices we donât make
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8. |
F.T.A
01:25
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Iâm sick of dumb excuses, please get out of here!
Thereâs no point on learning something youâll deny - so shut the fuck up!
How do you fund this slaughter and donât feel the guilt
from the million speechless lives you left behind? - right at your back door!
Itâs cute when petting your dog, youâd die for her , thereâs no doubt
but when it comes to leisure, a life is not an issue
Offensive double standards, brainwashed by propaganda
donât hide that for your pleasure youâre stealing someoneâs treasure
Iâm sick of dumb excuses, please get out of here!
Itâs as clear as animals arenât here for us!
âLifeâs too short to make otherâs shorterâ
Chris Hannah
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9. |
Lame
02:40
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Long time planning this summer shows to be confirmed
our main concern is to make sure that Fon is here
Less Talk More Rock while we are heading for some weed
weâve got the pool, weâve got the friends, we lack some sleep
We are all stuck in here just doing things we couldnât do when we were kids
even though itâs not enough to pay our bills
Our merch guy eats as fast as he sells the Lpâs
his feet smell is something you would not believe
Best crowd in Prague I wish that Not On Tour was here
Norwegian kids making us feel that we are big
We are all stuck in here just doing things we couldnât do when we were teens
unlike the fucking Rich Kids on LSD
And after all those drinks lost in Berlin, playing Rote was so sick
War world bunkers raised by fear
The duck just thought that orgy was so clear
Vegan nuggets that no one cooked
We found Linoleum chorus in all rooms
A random Monday could sound as boring as shit
but in the first 10 minutes we just scored some pills
Bike cops arrived when I was ending a forbidden swim
we might be wet, could be my pot but have no IDs
Most boring gig was for sure in Paris, that 13 hours trip was sick
Our closest friends were travelling, making people wait is not our deal
This is our secret recipe: a mixture of puke, beer, fuck, sweat and fear
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10. |
Not a Regular Love Song
03:40
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I used to think we were one piece
strong enough to face the punch
the time had been loading in
I used to think the word together
was designed to be forever
now Iâm alone again
Now I remember the old times
just you and me under the sun
No need for anyone around
I wish you know Iâm regretful
so I can always be with you, i hope you can understand
At this time we are nothing
So letâs recover our lives
we are old enough to see
kids still doing what we did
getting hurt to build their trust
Now I can tell you Iâm a bit scared
Iâm not prepared to fall again
I still got marks around my head
It was not your fault
we were so fast we burned everything that last
but we can start over again
At this time we are nothing
so letâs recover our lives
we are old enough to see
kids still doing what we did
getting hurt to build their trust
Now Iâm on friday night
going to sleep early to see you shine over the park
to hear the sound that you make when you walk
Itâs hard to see the curves around your body
I just want to hit them hard to hear that beautiful âpopâ sound
you still drive me crazy
So here Iâm singing out
another love song i just wrote for you
the only one, that made me sang about a piece of wood
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Saltamarges Girona, Spain
Record label and collective based in Girona / Barcelona since 2011.
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