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the past three years / Split w/ Karate Kids

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1.
You're a Kingsway goth You and all your friends Show off your tiny badge As much as you can We all come from different places But now we sleep in swampy basements 'Cuz it sucks being twenty one But it's fun Feet blister in the summer 'Cuz socks are lame We all freeze in the winter These old houses are to blame But we do it for the fall And 'cuz we still love it all 'Cuz it sucks being twenty one But it's fun Can't believe this is who I've become Tragedy right here under the sun Winter comes and I'm so depressed I can't seem to get myself out of this bed It still sucks being twenty one And boys still aren't any fun But I get payed today so let the weekend start Grab a sixer of beer and we'll surely get far We're all in this together But we all hate each other But mostly ourselves
2.
Weekday Girl 03:27
Getting your feet wet with approaching summer in pictures of reflective oceans, a blinding sun, yet still you whisper, it's only a picture, they're only pictures Twisted, skewed and faded, the smoke between my mouth and the summer is late yet my feel still burn on pavement leaving me moaning it's only a whisper, and the summer is late. I'm not your weekday girl anymore No more it's Tuesday night, I'm bored Let's get some cold shots babe and do sneak into that park I can't go all night like before Trust me when I say I'm bored I smoke some weed and stare at the floor We lack that self-control Let's pick up lots more blow Fuck work I'll sleep when I'm dead More dingers tonight in my mixed drink More dingers tonight in my beer I'm not your weekday girl anymore No more it's Tuesday night I'm bored We lack that self-control Let's pick up lots more blow Fuck work I'll sleep when I'm dead
3.
She says she only likes punk rock bands That I'm too emo and she hates screamo And she simply can't And she broke my heart But maybe that's the problem Maybe I'm way too sensitive Maybe she couldn't find a fuck to give Here I am thinking that she's the one Well how can she be when she's no fun At all I'm hopeless You're hopeless We're all so fucking hopeless I've been blacking out To erase you from my memory Maybe this is the price you pay When your emotions are so lame Here I am wishing I was more of a man Well how can you be when you're so fucking sad All the time I'm hopeless You're hopeless I'm so fucking black out drunk We're all so fucking black out drunk
4.
Livingstone 04:48
Memories written in chalk, sidewalks that spoke of our desperation to retrieve the youth that we had left behind a life we longed to live With every sip of a bottle passed in circles our cries slowly formed into song we became ghosts in our neighbourhood searching for the spark we had lost. Now that summer's almost over Will you remember the hearts that broke? Now that winter's 'round the corner Is there time for one last joke? Remember the make-out? In the graveyard And the finger blast Remember that bottle? Remember the bottle Of gin he smashed After all the breakups Jobs lost and found The bottles of wine And all of the lines And the times we fought Remember that noise you made? REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE And the times we laughed Who do you think you are? I am We were so fucking deppresed From two jobs And a nervous breakdown To unemployed And an empty bank account I swear that those days in the park kept me sane They're the only reason that I can leave here without any shame Now that summer is almost over Will you remember the hearts that broke We were So fucking depressed Such a fucking mess Couldn't find a job Still relied on mom And I never want to grow up...

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released January 5, 2016

KARATE KIDS SIDE: karatekidsrnhc.bandcamp.com/album/from-upcoming-split-w-dad-thighs

Recorded and mixed at 333 by Chris Merrell and Errol West
Mastered by Will Killingsworth at Dead Air Studios

Album artwork done by Kurtis Yu / Thank you Victoria Parise for the photograph!

Huge thank you to Alex Ross, who will always be a fellow Dad.

These songs will forever be dedicated to our friend Gary.

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We strive to create and contribute to communities of inclusivity, meaning: critically listening, engaging, and organizing. We believe in all ages and PWYC shows, diverse bills, safer spaces, and DIY ethics. We stand in opposition to the hierarchies of gender, race, and class which are far too prevalent within emo music scenes and the music community at large.

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