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No Ball Games
02:59
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So you finally came home, hysterical.
This time you're just wrong, so cynical.
The smell in your clothes is trying to let me know,
You've been lost again.
This time you're killing us.
Long faces, losing your nerves,
feel weightless falling down the drain.
Resolutions land wrong side of the fence.
Still not sober enough to care.
Cycling around, bouncing, smashing to the ground.
Afraid of heights, scared of dying.
So sick of trying to make things right.
Got caught up in this situation.
Same one that I tend to face.
Evil and the light on one plate.
Wake up late, put some sense in all this mess,
Hope that things turn different.
Pray you’d stopped right on time and make the wish,
Yesterday was different
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R.B.
03:13
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Just like the flat tire you never replaced,
That friend that stinks but you learn to live with,
The toothpaste you squash, but nothing remains
Lazy beats urgent.
We always seem to not care at all,
Makes it easier to cope when we mess up,
Ice the puck to the end of the court.
Run as fast as we can in a straight line.
He’s calling icing,
We don’t know what it means,
Smash the brains out of the referee.
He’s calling icing,
But what the fuck is it.
We should have learnt that,
It’s been a mystery for so much time now,
We should just let it be.
We never jumped too high from the floor,
Safety zones get as far as our sight does,
Took tons of years to write a couple of songs.
Lucky enough to get it done while our breath lasts.
Run, fast as you can in a straight line.
Run, until you run out of breath.
Run, fast as you can while the line lasts.
Run, beyond that line waits your death.
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Pies & Songs
03:52
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Roomy bedroom, noisy guys. Circa 1999.
Empty cokes and stoned-red eyes,
As we let the days go by.
Long nights to let go,
Mumbling lines of songs about growing old,
We took it slow,
After all these years we’re still to grow.
It’s been a long time,
This feeling still goes on.
Seems like the old guys already wrote this song.
History books, someone's first kiss,
underage trying to get beers
Broken bones, head still one piece
Plenty of room in it to fill
It’s been a long time,
This feeling still goes on.
Seems like the old guys already wrote this song.
History books, someone's first kiss,
underage trying to get beers
Wasting such a precious time
mumbling all that sad song lines
Empty cokes, stoned red eyes,
films about assholes fucking pies
Days pass by, we won't go back
times when fun was all about
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The Monster
03:22
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It’s the perfect opening act, the right time and the right place,
To make a terrible mistake, to set one foot outside the edge.
To put the beer out of the coaster and release the creepy monster,
That’s been growing underneath our bedroom floor.
And right now the monster doubles you in size,
You should not feed him after midnight, shouldn’t water him at all.
It’s been coming for some time,
I can hear the whispers.
There’s no hiding he’s so fat
From all the good he’s eaten.
And when you roll your eyes I pretend to understand,
The things we left unsaid could’ve taken us,
To a totally different place.
Did we become cliches, don’t think I got it right.
signs on the road were big enough,
To see them from the sky.
Can’t stop the bleeding with your thumb over the wound,
With all the towels in the room.
Nor with the mattress, miles of carpet.
With a hundred little pieces of that healing tape we used,
Back when you cut your middle finger,
When we were arguing in the kitchen.
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Pictures With No Frame
03:28
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I won’t ask cause you won’t tell me. Am I Drunk? You don’t deserve me.
Times like this I’m not regretting .Have a drink, feels so much better.
Seems this place is empty-crowded, I’m already feeling younger.
Dance to same old tunes no wonder, these memories are nowhere in my head...
And never will, they’re just a dream.
Pictures with no frame.
Pictures with no frame is all I’ve got.
Like dirt and mud,
But I’m moving on.
I’ve got pictures…
Pictures stacking on my phone, They once looked real not anymore,
To stop the shame of hitting-on, I’ll have to take another shot.
Kissing strangers on the street, and eating asian food that tastes like shit.
City rooftops lead our way to end up blacked-out anywhere.
Memories, they’re just a dream.
Pictures with no frame.
These memories are nowhere in my head.
Pictures with no frame.
These memories are nowhere in my head.
And never will, they’re just a dream.
Pictures with no frame.
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Hockey Tee
03:47
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Another early flight to London, beer for breakfast on the plane.
Beer while we try to remember what the hell are we doing here.
Another shitty tasteless bite near to the tastes-like shit hotel.
Before we check-in we’re loaded, when we hit the tube we’re dead.
I guess that we are not the only ones who try to run away,
From self depression, growing, act you age. We know we’re getting there.
I guess that we’re not so original, we like drinks to hide we’re scared.
From self depression, growing, act you age. We know we’re getting there.
Those are our favourite tales to tell.
The moments we remember when we try not to be
Overwhelmed by those times, we face a losing game.
We know that we are getting there.
Black cars drive us through the night to places nowhere to be found,
Seems like we always fail the dress code
“Hockey tee - you’re not allowed”.
I still count the days to get back there, still love the nights that last two days.
Those sleepless nights still feel like home,
home feels like nowhere when these days are gone.
Home feels like nowhere when they’re gone.
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Early Flights Madrid, Spain
Punk rock band from Madrid. Come have a beer with us. Or two. Maybe three. We pay the fourth and you pay the first round of shots. 2nd round is on us.
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Fast, melodic, raspy voices, relatable lyrics...Can´t ask for more, very close to perfection! Huge inspiration for us to get together and play. Go listen!
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Never Better (LP)
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These guys are working their asses off and the results are showing up! Awesome first LP with catchy melodies, bring them some love! Great musicians and best people!
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Misery-Punk Ruined My Life
by Goodbye Blue Monday
Absolutely didn´t ruin our lives! Anthemic bangers! If they play in or close to your city JUST GO. And if it´s far away, just book the first flight to get there! You´ll thank us later!
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supported by 4 fans who also own “Icing”
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Dead Cross, Retox, and Qui members dish out subversive hardcore with an indignant smirk; come for the riffs, stay for the synth experiments.
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