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Apocalyptic Spring

by Elbowache

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1.
Rock Is Dead 01:52
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Punk rock is dead It died when I was born Me and five billion of my friends Art rock is dead It died when it got boring Imagine such a grizzly end New wave is dead It died when it got old Just like everything else in the world But who will save us now Who Indie is dead Not sure it ever existed Just ask five billion of my friends Just ask ten billion of my friends Just ask twelve billion of my friends Just ask ten million of my friends But who will save us now Who Well why not you World order is dead Bolshoy Brad don’t bother me none He’s heard everything I have said America’s dead The reasons are obvious And here they are kicking in my head And here they are kicking in my head
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Marching Orders 03:35
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Such blameless snoozers Having Martin Luther’s dream Yeah in beds so comfy Pull their collars while they sleep Slumber with the cowards once you’re dead Summer soldier Yes you Your Marching orders Stand to Of the countless millions Of the social justice league Oh how they seem content to Watch the riots on TV Join us or we’ll start to think it was you Summer soldier Yes you Your Marching Orders Stand to I don’t know why I only write Checks that my ass can’t cash If we try At least we tried That’s more than all of them You move ten miles The bloated market’s full of jobs Soon you won’t remember What the problem even was
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LIfe Is Canceled Today 02:32
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Life is canceled today Everybody go home You couldn’t leave well enough alone See this is why we can’t have nice things There’s pepper spray all over The police siren nearly broke my ear Life is canceled today Everybody go home Love is canceled today Everybody go home Don’t wanna hear no songs or no poems You had your chance and now you’ll die alone You’re covered in body glitter You couldn’t leave your step sister alone Love is canceled today Everybody go home Though I hate being the bad guy You leave me no choice You know it brings me no joy Today is canceled everybody go home The clocks are stuck so find a new time zone You can live in the past But you can’t stay here Just took your fourth dimension away Fuck you and did I mention that Life is canceled today Everybody go home

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Traumatic events tend to send one back to their foundational doctrines. This past election was surely traumatic, and for my dear friend Justin Totora, there are few doctrines more foundational than The Clash. The election also sent me back to one of my foundations: Punk. It also filled my blood with venom that needed letting. A thought in the zeitgeist was a temporary moratorium on love songs. Thus, I set aside my personal baggage and spewed forth some of the most political material I could; trying to free the poison in my veins. Justin's love of The Clash manifested itself as him trying to cut down !Sandinista! from a triple record to a single record. I patiently listened to his process and was often shocked by what he chose to cut. But a unifying theme on what he decided to keep was second person lyrics. Words that told the listener what was what, and what to do. No abstract story telling. No personal narratives. Just the truth as they saw it- told to the listener directly. That along with The Clash's disregard for genre constraints informed the spirit of this EP. So here, channeled best as I can, are my feelings about these insane times. Mirth, disbelief, disillusionment, wonder, encouragement, gall, disappointment, needling instigation. Hear it. From me to you. Throw a brick. Everything is broken. Be the new leaders. Live for now. Make tomorrow yourself, dammit!

I threw these four together to get them out of my way. To express my intense feelings, then, if I can, move on. They aren't hap hazard, but they ain't polished neither. They're cheap and quick, and for now. For this Spring, cause it's a beautiful Spring, and it might be our last.

-Tom

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released May 31, 2017

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