Antarctigo Vespucci
The Murderburgers
Warm Thoughts
Great Apes
Winter Break
Kevin Seconds
Modern Baseball
Jeff Rosenstock
Power Nap
Dog Party
Dowsing
Laura Stevenson
Spraynard
[Verse 1]
People said that the oil was cold
And the old gods were pushing up mold
We strung our instruments
And got ready for the embarrassments
In the middle of a lunatic world
We didn't reach for the champion’s pearl
Excavated a private hallway
Choose "sometimes" over "almost always"
[Pre-Chorus]
We’ll try it anyway
Don’t care about success and failure
Just want a chance to impale the jailer
Don’t long for yesterday
Or hope for a good tomorrow
This very hour is less than borrowed
[Chorus]
Gun show, move slow
Every hour is a year to the crows
Small stage, ice age
Never listen to the things people say
[Verse 2]
We stood at the very last edge
Of everything that had ever been said
Took a look at the people’s archive
Nodded politely and chose the swan-dive
There are no heroes in the room
Just ghouls in the rock 'n' roll tomb
Do we look like statues to you for slide projection
And pin-cushion voodoo?
[Pre-Chorus]
We’ll try it anyway
Don’t care about success and failure
Just want a chance to impale the jailer
Don’t long for yesterday
Or hope for a good tomorrow
This very hour is less than borrowed
[Chorus]
Gun show, move slow
Every hour is a year to the crows
Small stage, ice age
Never listen to the things people say
Gun show, move slow
Every hour is a year to the crows
Small stage, ice age
Never listen to the things people say