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Summer

by Grenadiers

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1.
Summer 02:51
Here in these wasted days, guarded misplaced malaise My place, my cold, my way My sodden place to stay And wait for the summer to come The glum and the glummer, here in my endless summer The dumb just get dumber, brain calls are pummelled away Keep your smiles and sun block, I’ll just block out the sun My darkness light as air, outside your sunshine weighs a ton They’re all in packs outside, beautiful backs are fried I’m pale and terrified, grown scales to run and hide I hate for the summer to come If I could wish quite well I’d wish for a wishing well And every coin that fell would pray for waves to wash it all away
2.
Factotum 01:55
Weekdays at the factory Soul-crushing drudgery My hands are another mans, feel like a machine Ever wonder why you break your fucking back? You’re a factory, factotum, artefact Barkeep, another drink I’ll shoot ‘em down ‘til I can’t think I wanna wash these blues away, wanna wash them down And the blues that I have swallowed laid me up But someday they’ve gotta come the fuck back up And I aint your fucking gopher anymore I’m punching out I’m sick and tired of Maggie’s farm I wanna own my own two arms I wanna go out and hit the town I wanna burn my bridges down I wanna show them who I am I wanna sing my own songs I wanna take this fucking job and shove it where it belongs
3.
Take Forever 02:24
Here we are on the outside, waiting for a distraction Something to come rein us in Hanging on the periphery, quietly charfing a cigarette Taking note of our mortal sins Take forever baby You don’t have to decide Take forever, don’t think of the others When they put it upon you, you don’t have to surrender You don’t need to think of him or his paranoid seraphim He’s perfectly indifferent How quaint your opinion that opinions matter Or matter is anything Here we are on the boundary, waiting for a solution Hanging on ‘til the day we die Mistake of a second chance, the sex in a slow dance The wink of a knowing eye
4.
What a place to be, surpassed in brutality not even in my nightmares Held down Anti-depressant cold turkey nausea, lessened not by constant beatings at the hands of coward men Pushed down Forced down deeper into darkness Nothing to pay for, or to atone Invented sins You’re not a martyr, you’re not alone Answer to no-one What a place to be, incessant blackness weakening the eyes and making one a creature of the night Sightless Given hope with one hand while it’s taken with the other, leaving me with naught No life But what gives light must endure burning Thrown into a hole Escaped with my soul Handfuls of dirt to remind me
5.
Nothing On 04:41
Another Saturday night, gone Another Saturday night, nothing on Another boring movie or song Another long production line of beers and bongs Everything that we do blows Sick of your band, sick of your shows I’m sick of every fucking person I know And now my life just seems to drag on and on Sitting changing the channel Nothing on, nothing on, nothing on No phone calls from my friends, Nothing on, nothing on, nothing on Huffing two-stroke in my room Nothing’s wrong, nothing’s wrong, nothing’s wrong Nothing is wrong Another Saturday night, waste Another Saturday night at my place Nothing to do but grind my brain to a paste Until my language is forgotten and I can’t feel my face Unfit to work, unfit to live Face like a pizza and a mind like a sieve Zero is the amount of fucks that I give Content to sit through summer shitting myself
6.
Stay Inside 05:42
Throw on your boots and take a look out the door, cos it’s a wide world baby Then run back inside and don’t go out anymore cos it’s a mean one You don’t deserve your boredom, you don’t deserve your hunger But every boy and girl needs a rock to hide under Your privilege is a weapon loaded and set to stun, and keep you proud and wary But there’s no creature comfort when the creature is numb to everything You got no right to hatred, you got no right to fear A dose on xenophobia makes everything clearer Stay inside, it’s a big wide world out there and I am wholly terrified You’re cultured because you’ve been drunk in Kuta before, you bought a Bintang t-shirt You sent your brood of brats to get braided on the shore for fifteen bills You got no claim to wisdom, you got no claim to culture Urbanity’s a carcass and you are a vulture You use ten percent of your sex drive Five percent of your brain Three percent of all the shit that you eat, while the rest is digested and retained Ninety percent of your malice One hundred percent of your doubt One hundred and eighty percent of your income, a hole from which you’ll never climb out And you dig, dig every day Deeper and deeper, you dig every day
7.
Fanny Pack 01:16
We got a place of bad connections “Been a long time, how’s your life?”, pretend to care And everybody asks me “why the long face?” Well, aint I talking to you? I’m in a place of no protection Your business is your business, don’t make it mine And everybody asks me “why the long face?” Well, aint I drinking with you? I’m in a house of bold deception You’re bigger, you’re better, you’re boring. And everybody asks me “why the long face?” And I ask myself “why am I in this place?"
8.
Wishbone 03:21
Hope is a gateway drug Don’t do it man, you don’t want none of that shit Doped into a life of dependence When hope becomes belief and belief becomes the writ Bogged down in appeals to tradition And thinking never travels when it becomes the wheel Convinced to lay down in submission Convinced your dream will come true, it never will A drowning man can pray for air but that won’t get him anywhere You don’t like it and trust logic still less Light hurts nobody’s eyes when we’re all kept in the dark Seduced by a mass mental illness Chatting with Charles Darwin on the deck of Noah’s ark Fear pays when you know how to spin it Who needs antibiotics; we’ve got our thoughts and prayers Thank you for your wide-open spirit Maybe consider closing it up for repairs Quiet faith at fever pitch Malicious mesmerism witch Where am I now, and who’s this Baker Eddy bitch? Since when was conviction ridiculed and maligned Since when does a wishbone substitute for a spine The hive-mind is a river where lightweights float and thrive And anything with some weight just sinks and evolves to survive
9.
We are the broken ones We are the tarnished children We are the bastard sons Beyond redemption, fear or hope We are a losing hand, We are the poison apple We stand on shifting sands We stand on shit Catch a snowflake Catch venereal disease Count your blessings Fingers, toes We are your swollen tongue We are your morning sickness We are oblivion The final straw to break your back We are a bad tattoo We are no anaesthetic We’ve got designs on you We’ve got designs
10.
Summer's End 05:53
“We all knew the summer was done”, said the man on the pier in hushed tones to his son Halfway through his reverie, we pushed him aside as we jumped off the edge We swam ‘til the night fell on us, then we fell on the night with an irreverent lust We made it forever; we made it our own personal property And we decided sleep just wasn’t for us Cos when you go to sleep, sometime you gotta wake up And your dream is over, and you realise you are your one only friend So we are never gonna let summer end “We all knew the summer was gone” sounds like the opening line to some depressing poem And who listens to poets? They die in steaming pots of shit anyway We cared for everything and nothing at once The people, the music, our appearance The niche that we fell in was immortality, unique to our friends Can summer ever, ever possibly end? We all knew the summer was dead when you started wearing a wet blanket draped on your head You called it protection; you called it being smart when you’re in the sun And as the sun beat down on your brow Evaporation vapour turned into clouds Your blanket was dry then, and everything was fine (at least we chose to pretend) Clouds- a threatening sign of summer’s imminent end We all knew the summer was done when the clouds went grey to black and people started to run The party was over and everybody shut themselves up inside And though all the pools have been drained, there’s an inch of tepid water in them now from the rain I splash up to my ankles Splish splash in the rain But I’m alone now, and somehow it just aint the same The music’s too loud and my back is in pain Turn it off And the man on the pier, he’s smiling ear to ear He beckons: “son, over here” and whispers quiet but clear: “Summer is over my dear”

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released January 23, 2015

Recorded at Capital Sound Studio Adelaide between Oct 2012 - July 2013
Produced & Mixed James Balderston
Mastered by Carl Saff @ Saff Mastering, Chicago USA
All music written by Grenadiers. All lyrics written by Jesse Coulter

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3 piece Punk/Rock band from Adelaide, Australia. If you dig The Bronx, QOTSA or Hot Snakes, you may dig this.

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