1. |
Alt-Wrong
03:07
|
|||
|
You wear your privilege
So proudly on your sleeve
It’s suffocating
And we’re all trying to breathe
You get to choose the hill
That you’ll die on
So go find the fucking edge
And jump right off
From where I am standing I can’t see your point, so put down your flags
(Do you know what you’re fighting for?)
You blatant hypocrisy gives you away, you’re blind to your cause
(Do you know what you’re fighting for?)
From the top of this city we hear every word, you don’t make no sense
(Do you know what you’re fighting for?)
Your justification of hate will divide
You can’t see the truth when you cover your eyes
Your information
Bleeds from a fascist source
So it might be high time
To change the fucking course
You get to choose the hill
That you’ll die on
So go find the fucking edge
And jump right off
From where I am standing I can’t see your point, so put down your flags
(Do you know what you’re fighting for?)
You blatant hypocrisy gives you away, you’re blind to your cause
(Do you know what you’re fighting for?)
From the top of this city we hear every word, you don’t make no sense
(Do you know what you’re fighting for?)
Your justification of hate will divide
You can’t see the truth when you cover your eyes
From where I am standing I can’t see your point, so put down your flags
(Do you know what you’re fighting for?)
You blatant hypocrisy gives you away, you’re blind to your cause
(Do you know what you’re fighting for?)
From the top of this city we hear every word, you don’t make no sense
(Do you know what you’re fighting for?)
Your justification of hate will divide
You can’t see the truth when you cover your eyes
Uncover your eyes
|
||||
2. |
East Second
03:00
|
|||
|
Big city lights long nights and no cash
Falling asleep to sirens and street cars rolling past
We should have known that this wouldn’t last
Like springtime cherry blossoms we wilt so fucking fast
I shouldn’t spend all of my time
But I’m still waiting
For this life to not pass me by
Another day, a new excuse
Some bullshit reason why you could not follow through
Would everything still be the same
If we never grew or changed, or would we fade
I shouldn’t spend all of my time
But I’m still waiting
For this life to not pass me by
|
||||
3. |
These Days
03:14
|
|||
|
These days it don't feel the same when I'm drunk
I tried to give it up but no luck
I tried to push it all away
I played to a crowd of only 18
I stayed alive on beer and cocaine
I don't think that it's okay
(Break Break)
Weekends start to feel the same as weekdays
Just like I'm only moving sideways
And I don't think that it's okay
She said "I don't give a fuck and so what
That's just how it is and no buts"
I don't think that we're okay
(Break Break)
|
||||
4. |
Old Bones
02:43
|
|||
|
Some things are best left behind
At least I can say that I tried
This time it's not just time that's gone by
Some wrongs just can not be made right
I'm sorry sorry wasn't enough
Time and time again my timing sucks
You're judging me for who I was
I guess that is just my luck
That is just my luck
Remember back when we were young
Things didn't seem to be quite so tough
We'd find our way to common ground
Wish there was a way to do that now
I'm sorry sorry wasn't enough
Time and time again my timing sucks
You're judging me for who I was
I guess that is just my luck
That is just my luck
I’ve said too much
Or maybe not enough
I dug up old bones just to find they’d turned to dust
I’ve said to much
Or maybe not enough
Too little far too late to change what has become
I'm sorry sorry wasn't enough
Time and time again my timing sucks
You're judging me for who I was
I guess that is just my
I'm sorry sorry wasn't enough
Time and time again my timing sucks
You're judging me for who I was
I guess that is just my luck
That is just my luck
|
||||
5. |
Keep Your Shoes On
03:35
|
|||
|
We were just young kids
Most of us misbehaved
Nobody could have saved us
We didn't wanna change
Cuz we were just young kids
Most of us misbehaved
Nobody could have saved us
We didn't wanna change
We were just young kids
We spent our time in basements
Under white fluorescent lights
Of punk rock clubs and broken homes
Watching faces pass us by
And nothing's ever perfect
When the pawnshop pays your rent
But the things we lost meant so much less
Than what those four walls did
We were just young kids
Most of us misbehaved
Nobody could have saved us
We didn't wanna change
We were just young kids
Most of us misbehaved
Nobody could have saved us
We didn't wanna change
We were just young kids
I don't know when I lost it
But I'm trying to get it back
This empty house on a busy street
Made me everything I am
And now I'm getting older
Stuck with habits I can't kick
I guess that somewhere deep down
I'm still just that stupid shit
We were just young kids
Most of us misbehaved
Nobody could have saved us
We didn't wanna change
We were just young kids
Most of us misbehaved
Nobody could have saved us
We didn't wanna change
We were just young kids
We were just young kids
Most of us misbehaved
Nobody could have saved us
We didn't wanna change
We were just young kids
Pissed off and misbehaved
Nobody could have saved us
We didn't wanna change
We were just young kids
We were just young kids
|
||||
6. |
Whiskey and Bitters
02:58
|
|||
|
Same shit you gave me Saturday
I tried to save it but you took that all away
Come at me harder but with nothing good to say
We’d be better to just throw this all away
Your words are tearing at my throat (I wanna watch you burn)
I don’t know how I’m supposed to cope (I wanna watch you burn)
My feet are casted into stone (I wanna watch you burn)
Your words are tearing at my throat (I wanna watch you burn)
Seems like all you do now is flip your lid
Pitching fits just like a fucking little kid
Kinda wonder how you kept it so well hid
Can’t stand you now and I don’t think I ever did
Your words are tearing at my throat (I wanna watch you burn)
I don’t know how I’m supposed to cope (I wanna watch you burn)
My feet are casted into stone (I wanna watch you burn)
Your words are tearing at my throat (I wanna watch you burn)
Your words are tearing at my throat (I wanna watch you burn)
I don’t know how I’m supposed to cope (I wanna watch you burn)
My feet are casted into stone (I wanna watch you burn)
Your words are tearing at my throat (I wanna watch you burn)
|
||||
Pilsgnar Vancouver, British Columbia
Bad food, bad dreams, and bad decisions. PNW melodic punk with no sense of direction.
If you like Pilsgnar, you may also like:
THE DIRTIEST "Cento Shot" EP
by The Dirtiest
Hooky, greasy garage punk from the always-reliable Slovenly label, The Dirtiest bolt big hooks to snarling riffs.
go to album
Pitch-perfect math rock from Kaneohe, Hawaii charges forward on raw, ragged emotion. A treat for fans of Polvo and Pardoner.
go to album
Beer Breakfast Dungeness Crab - S/T
by Beer Breakfast Dungeness Crab
Smash your head on the snarling riffs and jagged-edged jamming of Philly miscreants Beer Breakfast Dungeness Crab.
go to album
Susan - As I Was LP
by Susan (LA)
A second full-length of skittering guitar pop and kooky harmonies from L.A. trio Susan.
go to album
Susan - TV Girls EP
by Susan (LA)
Three Susans agree, this sweet and sour jangle punk EP from the kooky L.A. trio is not to be missed.
go to album
The new album from Italian psych-rock outfit Bee Bee Sea has heavy punk and power pop notes.
go to album
Os Segredos Do Espaço e Tempo
by Futuro
Sao Paulo's Futuro return with another high-energy, perfectly rough-around-the-edges punk EP that effortlessly balances melody and speed.
go to album
