WE GOT THIS​!​!​!

by COMRADES

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    NYC'S ONLY PUNK BAND!
    WROTE THIS IN A MAELSTROM OF ANGST;
    FOR THE FRIENDS WHO DIED THIS YEAR.

     

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New York's hotter and harder hardly any grass to spare
but the controllers don't even go outside
they don't even fucking care
my friends 'scaping to montana
find family there
but i'm stuck here for too long
choking on poisoned subway air

Trash and vaudeville stud collar it's two bros one dollar you shit talk my crew and I'll steal your fifty dollars cuz I'm robin hood on easter sixth and seconds where I'll spend it have a little feaster head to tompkins where I blend in and we're 20 deep we're jumping singing show tunes on the train, pissing between cars peach four loco is to blame and freedom equals sunshine that's all chris was trying to say and now I'm blacking out in bushwick cause my favorite squat is gay.

Ray kelly that scumbag he ruined favorite slab at eight am his piggies came and tried to arrest you and raz but we drank a 40 by the churchyard we needed more we went to saint marks so if your rolling a spliff then pass it to the left and if you talk to the pigs then you don't got my respect and if your rolling a spliff pass it to the left and if you talk to the pigs then you don't have my respect.

I can see cigarettes from space and we're doing so much more than living in this space so film this write that maybe it won't be lost to time immemorial my mark is made of teeth and blood dried in your hair as we pulled away I came back and kissed your rage slammed my face against a stoop to all nighters lead to random strangers are kinder but it's so much more personal when your mean.
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I've been thinking I've been hoping I've been wishing I've been lying to myself saying I'll leave this town but always for some reason or not I still choose to rot and I keep keep coming around to the people and the steeples and the black crows at the park let the clock strike 12 it's much faster after dark it's a relationship and it's collapsing all around, who's gonna win my bones or this

This town I call my home, home is where the hate begins
At the bottom of your clean soul, lies a little little bit of sin

somewhere in the deep deep fog lives a know it all who didn't know how ot dodge the clock, somewhere in the deep deep hell bad luck motel is the devil and shes smoking a rock, sometimes I drink a bag of wine just to pass the time till I can't feel anything now I'm in the gutter with the punks my guitar is drunk and I guess this is living free.

This town I call my home, home is where the hate begins
at the bottom of your clean soul lies a little little bit of sin
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living at this squat is kinda like a zoo
theres fur balls and riots if yer in with future glue
might be allergic but all them are oh so cute
gatos not violence cat pockets not boys in blue

yell with us if ya really mean it
cats not cops
throw bricks with us if ya fucking scream it
cats not cops
in 2d it all that were dreamin
cats not cops
carved in every officer slowy bleeding
cats not cops

before the humans had crow bars to open it
claws of defiance purred this city, we'll take it
kittens with sharpe claws they fucking crawled their way in
meow meow meow - meow meow meow
the walls is where we live

yell with us if ya really mean it
cats not cops
throw bricks with us if ya fucking scream it
cats not cops
in 2d it all that were dreamin
cats not cops
carved in every officer slowy bleeding
cats not cops

we've been swimming in illusions of a different sort of peace
that's been perched upon our fingertips but still way out of reach
and we're waiting for the clouds to pass to feast upon the sun
but my mouth is filled with dirt oh god and now i bought a gun
of wits end met, we aint done yet you'll all die one by one
fucking zombies for your state of mind you piggies better run
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It's easy to forget but important to remember that life's a dusty road and we're all just dirty feathers we all feel like shit at least I do sometimes age old question who last had the wine, who last had the wine?

I tried I failed last time I bailed to rack up everything I ever wanted to yell in a letter but I left out my faults don't hold it against we always leave out our faults I'm so nervous I'm ripping my skin off

But Dad, I'm not drunk no I'm just me and I never ever should have left your city towards clever debates and anxieties dirty mattresses and crying under trees and I guess I am my disease and I guess I'll do just what I please

And there's no concrete reasons for having harmed ourselves with isolation and pity in a world of hell, gives me wonder- did we really miss the way things felt? or just the idea of the way things felt

And communication suffers through these bit raw lips and the only time we talk is with a mouth full of gin spending Fridays alone by the park tompkins throwing rocks at reflections caressed by the wind and I know my hearts getting worse and I know I treat you just like dirt and I know my hearts getting worse and I hope I get what I deserve.
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They gave you a funeral, but not a wake your asleep and you don't realize how much they take from your soul just another hole to fill with empty promises and words and every dollar that you spend is one more that you have to earn, it's an endless cycle no one learns.

yo requerdo risa
as the cities burned
yo requerdo risa
at the end of the world

bad habbbits bad habbits bad habbits getting worse
self serenading rainy days
lying facedown in the dirt
my friends say i should get some help
but getting better just feels worse

yo requerdo risa
as the cities burned
yo requerdo risa
at the end of the world

brutish tendancies lead me away from anticipating, affectionate nights, new conversations, with hope continoulsly deflating that anyone can fathom rewiring, undomesticating we're all wrong wrong and backwards leaving books unread, smiles turned down, knives unsharpened and brains unfed, you'd say i'm not a hero for anything worthy on the side of the road beat up anxious and dirty.

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released 16 October 2013

recorded by brian j anthony
on september twenty ninth
in the ruins of the keystone state

WE AIN'T KIDDING! WE'LL PLAY YOUR HOUSE, PARK, SQUAT, BAR, BASEMENT, ART SPACE, FARM, SKATE PARK, GARAGE, OR ROOF

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Track Name: BENJAMIN SWENSON
ny's hotter and harder hardly any grass to spare
but the controllers don't even go outside
they don't even fucking care
my friends 'scaping to montana
find family there
but i'm stuck here for too long
choking on (enter teddy bears name here) poisoned subway air

trash and vaudeville stud collar it's two bros one dollar you shit talk my crew and I'll steal your fifty dollars cuz I'm robin hood on easter sixth and seconds where I'll spend it have a little feaster head to tompkins where I blend in and we're 20 deep we're jumping singing show tunes on the train, pissing between cars peach four loco is to blame and freedom equals sunshine that's all chris was trying to say and now I'm blacking out in bushwick cause my favorite squat is gay.

Ray kelly that scumbag he ruined favorite slab at eight am his piggies came and tried to arrest you and raz but we drank a 40 by the churchyard we needed more we went to saint marks so if your rolling a spliff then pass it to the left and if you talk to the pigs then you don't got my respect and if your rolling a spliff pass it to the left and if you talk to the pigs then you don't have my respect.

I can see cigarettes from space and we're doing so much more than living in this space so film this write that maybe it won't be lost to time immemorial my mark is made of teeth and blood dried in your hair as we pulled away I came back and kissed your rage slammed my face against a stoop to all nighters lead to random strangers are kinder but it's so much more personal when your mean.
Track Name: IN CIRCLES
I've been thinking I've been hoping I've been wishing I've been lying to myself saying I'll leave this town but always for some reason or not I still choose to rot and I keep keep coming around to the people and the steeples and the black crows at the park let the clock strike 12 it's much faster after dark it's a relationship and it's collapsing all around, who's gonna win my bones or this

This town I call my home, home is where the hate begins
At the bottom of your clean soul, lies a little little bit of sin

somewhere in the deep deep fog lives a know it all who didn't know how ot dodge the clock, somewhere in the deep deep hell bad luck motel is the devil and shes smoking a rock, sometimes I drink a bag of wine just to pass the time till I can't feel anything now I'm in the gutter with the punks my guitar is drunk and I guess this is living free.

This town I call my home, home is where the hate begins
at the bottom of your clean soul lies a little little bit of sin
Track Name: CATS NOT COPS
living at this squat
is kinda like a zoo
theres fur balls and riots
if yer in with future glue
might be allergic
but all them are oh so cute
gatos not violence
cat pockets not boys in blue

yell with us if ya really mean it
cats not cops
throw bricks with us if ya fucking scream it
cats not cops
in 2d it all that were dreamin
cats not cops
carved in every officer slowy bleeding
cats not cops

before the humans
had crow bars to open it
claws of defiance purred
this city, we'll take it
kittens with sharpe claws
they fucking crawled their way in
meow meow meow - meow meow meow ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
the walls is where we live

yell with us if ya really mean it
cats not cops
throw bricks with us if ya fucking scream it
cats not cops
in 2d it all that were dreamin
cats not cops
carved in every officer slowy bleeding
cats not cops

We've been swimming in illusions of a different sort of peace
that's been perched upon our fingertips but still way out of reach
and we're waiting for the clouds to pass to feast upon the sun
but my mouth is filled with dirt oh god and now i bought a gun
of wits end met, we aint done yet you'll all die one by one
fucking zombies for your state of mind you piggies better run!!
Track Name: TOMPKINS LULLABY
It's easy to forget but important to remember that life's a dusty road and we're all just dirty feathers we all feel like shit at least I do sometimes age old question who last had the wine, who last had the wine?

I tried I failed last time I bailed to rack up everything I ever wanted to yell in a letter but I left out my faults don't hold it against we always leave out our faults I'm so nervous I'm ripping my skin off

But Dad, I'm not drunk no I'm just me and I never ever should have left your city towards clever debates and anxieties dirty mattresses and crying under trees and I guess I am my disease and I guess I'll do just what I please

And there's no concrete reasons for having harmed ourselves with isolation and pity in a world of hell, gives me wonder- did we really miss the way things felt? or just the idea of the way things felt

And communication suffers through these bit raw lips and the only time we talk is with a mouth full of gin spending Fridays alone by the park tompkins throwing rocks at reflections caressed by the wind and I know my hearts getting worse and I know I treat you just like dirt and I know my hearts getting worse and I hope I get what I deserve.

live video of this joint
(punk) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8KJEHJ55Z6Q
(folk) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oTZJUrdrwpg
Track Name: LICE BINGO
They gave you a funeral, but not a wake your asleep and you don't realize how much they take from your soul just another hole to fill with empty promises and words and every dollar that you spend is one more that you have to earn, it's an endless cycle no one learns.

Yo requerdo risa
as the cities burned
Yo requerdo risa
at the end of the world


bad habbbits bad habbits bad habbits getting worse
self serenading rainy days
lying facedown in the dirt
my friends say i should get some help
but getting better just feels worse

Yo requerdo risa
as the cities burned
Yo requerdo risa
at the end of the world

brutish tendancies lead me away from anticipating, affectionate nights, new conversations, with hope continoulsly deflating that anyone can fathom rewiring, undomesticating we're all wrong wrong and backwards leaving books unread, smiles turned down, knives unsharpened and brains unfed, you'd say i'm not a hero for anything worthy on the side of the road beat up anxious and dirty
Track Name: WALMART LIBERATION FRONT
I'M NOT SHOPPING
I'M JUST A MOTHERFUCKER
WHO'S A GUNNA STEAL FROM YOUR STORE
I'M NOT SHOPPING
LIKE ALL THOSES OTHER SUCKERS
I'M GUNNA STEAL AND I'M GUNNA WANT MORE
STEALING FOURTY'S STEALING HUMMUS
I'M GUNNA STEAL WHATEVER THE FUCK I WANT
MY GIRL KANDY, BACK IN PA
SHE'S STEALING MOUTHWASH
CAUSE SHE WANTS TO GO GET DRUNK

DON'T SHOP, SHOP LIFT
LET'S STEAL MORE SHIT!

BLAME DON'T SHOPLIFT
BLAME IS OUTSIDE
HE'S LOOKING FOR ALL OF YOUR NICKLES AND DIMES
AND IN HIS LAP
MY GIRL WALMART
I LOVE THE DOG AND I GUESS I LOVE THE STORE

DON'T SHOP, SHOP LIFT
LET'S STEAL MORE SHIT!
DON'T SHOP, SHOP LIFT
LET'S STEAL MORE SHIT!

I'M NOT SHOPPING FROM YOUR STORE
I'M GUNNA STEAL AND I'M GUNNA WANT MORE
TRENTON STOLE A COP IN FLORIDA
THEN BURIED HIS ASS IN A RIVER IN GEORGIA

DON'T SHOP, SHOP LIFT
LET'S STEAL MORE SHIT!
DON'T SHOP, SHOP LIFT
LET'S STEAL MORE SHIT!

live video of this joint:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OhU4QKGUE7Y
Track Name: ONCE UPON A CRIME
Another Day, Another Daze
Waking Up In The Toxic Haze
What The Fuck Happened?
Blacked Out Again
Spitting To Get These Bugs Off My Skin
Dreams Turn To Ignore
Oh Fucking Why?
Hopelessness Goes With The Times
Will Shit Get Better Or Will We Die?
Once Upon A Crime

Writting Songs To Right The Wrongs
Let's Hope Armageddon Don't Take Too Long
Will Shit Get Better Or Will We Die?
Once Upon A Crime

Another Dreams, Another Scream
Twords Some Place More,
Twords Some Place Free
On Top Of The Ashes Of This Society
That's Where We'll Start
That's Where We'll Be
All I Know Is I Hate Alot Of Things
Like Breathing Cops And Food That Ain't Free
Take Your Rules, I Left Mine Far Behind
Once Upon A Crime

Writting Songs To Right The Wrongs
Let's Hope Armageddon Don't Take Too Long
Will Shit Get Better Or Will We Die?
Once Upon A Crime

live video of this joint
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uimVLafV_4M