dUCKbOMB\/fRUITsALAD 7"


This is the split 7" record we have been dreaming of for so long that is currently in the works. we are splitting it with the band Fruit Salad, from Boston, massachusettes. they rule. bigtime.
recorded at Dynamite studios in Grand Rapids, MI.. mastered by scott from Jiyuna, in Ft. Meyers FL.

Line up for the split


Sock Beachum- yelling
Zach Crouse- Guitar
Mike Sardine - Drums
Casey Loring - bass guitar





LYRICS



TENSION
defending shit, but their's to claim
racial tension, fending off invasion
crossing lines of color we're ingrained to uphold
stay seperate to live in peace, designated neighborhoods and roles
stay with your people, stick with your kind
hands from above choke, muffle and blind
an entire nation is a factory
gentrifying and seperating
grinding races against each other
creating enemies rather than sisters and brothers
whipping up conflicts to tire
oblivious to the producers of the predatory fire
sparks of destruction set in motion
racial tension climax, the system smoothly runs
the short end of the stick
defending this ghetto of shit
we're bred to stay fearfull and sick
cycle of clawing for a shot, the privilleged always miss
distracted, missed

 

AIM LOW
when did our standards slide so low?
life is a bore without cash flow?
expect a spectacle to present itself
people are living in a fucking gawking, onlooking cell
take a look at your hands
realize the power you have in them
push some buttons and sit back
or create something that matters, decide to act
we're given devices that plug into walls
shit that doesn't utilize our brain at all
limited knowledge and experience
settle for a version of what is entertaining
keep yourself down, doubt your abilities
now we're in line (and online)
now we're done
now we're plugged in (and our lights are out)
now we're having fun

 

HOME
i still live for the shows
not supposed to feel this way at 23 years old
sometimes i feel so fucking alone
as another loses interest in what i know as home
i didn't end up here crawling
i came excited, optimistic and drawing
drawing up ideas of what i wanted to see
giving a cold shoulder to a life i didn't want to lead
this is my place, this is my solace
my love, my joy, a permanent installment
no one can ruin what this is to me
no one can spoil what this does for me
this is my home

 

LOSE SIGHT
won't accept this destination
everything leading to a point of thanklesness
give me a friend to debase in the end
to see past loyalty & act on the offense
forget it all; we become more familiar
feeling small; precision pessimism
watch me struggle to tear down all the love we have
look at the wedges we've managed to drive between us
we know this life is a fight, all the shit we hate is in our sight
who'd have thought in all our struggles, of all our enemies, me and you is the looming plight?
all that is bright
we manage to lose sight
spoil all my best relationships over minute petty indifference
always on the defense





all songs were actually written by blink182 and the amnesiacs
©2006 blink182
©2006 amnesiacs