And now it seems like ages ago
when we were sneaking beers in through my basement window
I’d raid my mothers coin jar just to buy some cap’n blacks
I sold some dvds I knew I’d never get them back
I’d pound a couple Colt 45’s
I’d hop upon my bike and try to make it home alive
And then it dawns on me as I approach my crescent
This bike does not belong to me so I ditch it by a fence
Well I’ve heard whats been said but it ain’t no gap to me
These fucked up times and unsolved crimes made me all that I can be
But I don’t have a clue if I could ever go back
The sun brings in another new day
There’s a 99 percent chance that I won’t be getting paid
It’s a damn good thing I’ve got my guitar and some stolen beer
Don’t care if they’re labbats light they’re still filling me with cheer
So let’s hear it for my homey in the red toque
He’s always there to take to take the hit when we pull off a goof
And it doesn’t really matter what the bulls have got in mind
Cuz we’ll be one step beyond and we’ll never walk their line
supported by 5 fans who also own “Type Zero Civilization”
I love it. Have to agree with still bummed: this packs an emotional punch but rocks hard. I've played this whole album repeatedly over the last week which is unusual for me. Exhilarating, poignant, intelligent, melodic. Robin Ward
Pitch-perfect math rock from Kaneohe, Hawaii charges forward on raw, ragged emotion. A treat for fans of Polvo and Pardoner. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 27, 2018