Caught Between a Rock and a Sad Place

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released 18 June 2013
Recorded/Produced by Adam Cichocki at Timber Studios
Mixed by Mike Watts at Vudu Studios
Mastered by Steve Haigler at Vudu Studios

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tags: hardcore post hardcore punk Bayonne

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Track Name: And Now Everyone Sings The Blues
Fuck the lies you told
you're the best in your mother's eyes.
I hope it takes you every breath just to stay alive
so you don't talk anymore.
You wish you had it rough day to day?
Your father's check served on a silver plate.
You're writing songs that your idols sing.
I don't owe you that
and if I ever get what I deserve,
no amount of gold will replace what I've endured.
(I'm not tooting my horn)
It's so sad to see the one you love when all you're doing is struggling.
I've been told times like these build you up
and break you into who you want to be.
Am I chasing myself or safety?
It's about remembering who you are,
or who you want to be;
staying true to you.
You Fuck, I sing the blues too.

Now we all sing the blues.
Fuck you, I sing the blues too.
Track Name: What If I Can't
Where's hope when half the time
you are dying to give up and give in to real life?
All the maps indicate it's time to go home.
Or do we rally on until the end
ignoring what our fathers said.
We'll never grow old just like them.
Do I stick to my dreams; the one I set for myself?
Though they're so far apart.

Must have been something somebody said.
I'm sorry that I am not sure.
Kills me to think that this all could just end without closure.
An entire book finished without its final chapters.

Then there are times like tonight;
swinging in a basement with my best friends for
50 kids who give a shit about the songs I wrote
about not growing up and never giving in.
Those summer songs,
dog days we spent living miles apart from the ones that we love.
Let this fade into memory;
wash up ashore on the sands of my sleep.