It’s an awesome and rare thing when bands send us their albums and they don’t sound like audio diarrhea. This is one of those rare times. This band’s album just came out and if they’re looking to put one of those little promo stickers on the front of it, we would like to be quoted as saying, “Not audio diarrhea.”
I was sick of feeling down So I gave it all away. 2000 miles from all I know. So much better off today.
I’m still waiting for the world To come crashing down again. And I’m still waiting for someone to call me up and tell me, “You’re dead. Sometimes I wonder what was going through your head.” Hey, I don’t know, But I won’t go there again.
swinging between extremely happy at school to extremely depressed and anxious as soon as I leave leads to listening to a lot of “bad/cheesy” pop-punk. I need to find better forms of self care.
Beach Slang is a new band with Jim from Weston and JP from Ex Friends and their EP is so killer. Part Replacements right before they went downhill and part Jawbreaker. Holy lord, if you don’t listen to this 40 times in a row, something is wrong with you.
My brother made sure I didn’t die, it could have happened one hundred times, and we both escaped that place, we’re only known for past mistakes. Well I’ll sit back and dream about sleep again, well I’ll sit back and dream about sleep again.
The life, in this room, could melt the snow outside, if we tried. I thought I found myself a reason to be breathing out here, I thought I had this figured out. But every year the faces changing have been estranging me from all I thought I know about this town.
It might not feel like we’re moving But we’re falling into the Sun We’re just falling forever This once we all fall together Falling in circles In the light of our yellow Sun Just falling forever This time we all fall together