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1.
Repent! 05:47
Repent! Yeah, this is the end America's jumped the shark And nuked the fridge So pray your prayers Rub your beads Make amends Because if God exists He's going to want some answers Go ahead and explain We want to be entertained So bad We turned the world into a car crash Think on your sins Get past your feelings Are you happy now? Do you know what you did? The world is on fire But you don't care anyway Since you finished Atlas Shrugged last week The people have spoken so loud Now they don't have a voice We trusted you You fucked us It's not a protest vote You protested yourself It wasn't Pablo Who moved jobs to Mexico There's no war on Christmas No Hilary Hit List No alt right No way to fix this So tell your kids You baby boomed them again You didn't think it would happen Tell of a future that no longer exists Now there's a wolf in the White House And you let him in The world is on fire But you don't care anyway Since you finished Atlas Shrugged last week The people have spoken so loud Now they don't have a voice We trusted you You fucked us I don't want to live in this world anymore If I have to share it with these fucking people You'll get what you deserve You deserve all that you get Repent!
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D.C. Sluts 04:23
All my heroes are dead There's just no one left They look down on me When I looked up to them And when we call for change They don't accept the charges Now I no longer fear Hell Because I've been to Washington Where the devil is on campaign again He feels your pain You've just got to believe He's not the one who wrote the ransom note And misspelled democracy But he'll still hold you hostage High on Capitol Hill He may not be the best He's the lesser evil Is this all you've done? Is this all you've done? Did you forget that you work for us? Is this all you've done? And I'll be waiting on line to cast my rightful vote For someone I've never met and wouldn't invite in my home When suddenly I recall I used to stand for something Before living on your knees Became what it means to be American Is this all you've done? Is this all you've done? Did you forget that you work for us? Is this all you've done? They've failed us Now they won't stop Selling the body politic In a buyer's market So, hang up your boots There will be no march Put down your picket signs And pick up your rocks Is this all you've done? Is this all you've done? Did you forget that you work for us? Is this all you've done?
3.
So picture this - I’m sitting on a green & black knit quilt in western Mass A lot of white faces banking they graduate to the middle class. The sun’s beating down. There’s a debate about the Dead Kennedys. There’s a liberal girl in earshot chanting something she heard or read in a magazine. There’s a sign, there’s a guy. I’ve never seen so many Frisbees in my entire life. Now the crowd is up at attention for a guy quoting Chomski verbatim. Oh, “we buy as we’re told.” "we consume and react.” but if Che saw that shirt, he’d rip the thing right off your back. You say you want a change. But i don’t see it that way. How can you understand the world you rail against When you haven't spent a day in it? The movement ain’t dead, As far as I can make out from a scene like this. How many Ivy League kids can truly be anarchists? Now Jen wears a keffiyeh She wonders why Mohammed is staring at her. Is she part of the cause? Is she prejudiced? No, she told me, “it just matches with my dress.” You can't tell them they're wrong. They'll say you don't have the right. Raised hands and soft fists Only talk of the fight. You say you want a change. But I don’t see it that way. How can you understand the world you rail against When you spend your days... In the university There’s a safe space For those who can pay. But I won’t play Your game of sticks and stones To mask the privilege a white world made. You say you want a change. But I don’t see it that way. How can you understand the world you rail against When you haven't spent a day in it? If we don't get this right, we lose. And comrade, yes, I am talking to you. Because want doesn't get, What the boomers forget. You mortgage today for a tomorrow that doesn’t exist. And yeah, I'm glad you're feeling the Bern From behind your white fence. Now it all starts to turn. If there was a time, this is it For the point that we missed. The rebellion lost its meaning. It's dead. So why am I still singing If no one's listening?
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The Pact 04:18
We drank stolen whiskey out of glass mason jars And discussed the finer points of having no jobs And we came to a conclusion, we concluded we'd come with ourselves To each other to life and for love And we shook on it Oh, how we did shake On a fire escape, risked eviction, we drank And broke contact in such beautiful ways And I felt like a pawn, an insignificant piece But I moved a bit closer and changed the whole game And a pregnancy scare had you keeping the kid And I thought about myself in your position And I thought about the jump from my third floor apartment And I thought myself right out of the conversation And you wept I looked away. The city slept You had already picked out a name I chose to stay And you mentioned with worry, that since I came back I've been chasing someone that I feel I lack Though the drinking died down and I hadn't bought a bag You felt surprised I had lived through the summer past And though my actions disappointed you then I was there now and that was more than could be said of anyone So now I give chase almost every single day My calves have grown stronger with every plan laid And at night, I go in search in light so dim of everything I'll make a promise, a pact so sincere: That no matter the "there", I'll always be here Through the slings and the arrows of which we began, you're the answer, my reason, what I mean when I say "The End" And I won't trade that for anything For all of my shortcomings and the seeds that you're sowing You had me You have me And I'll shake on it only if you shake on it

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This is half of a split album with Blame Shifters. For the entire album, go to splitbang.bandcamp.com.

Recorded, mixed, and mastered by Trevor Vaughan at The Colosseum in New Bedford, MA.

Artwork by Lucas Albertson.

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released September 7, 2018

Brandon Rainville - vocals
Jack Hawkins - guitar, vocals
Meagan Day - bass, vocals
Mike Cashin - drums
Ryan Coomey - guitar, vocals

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