Punk

cross-posted from: https://lemm.ee/post/64039920

Hello Lemmings!

I have made a punk rock album, and it's finally out! If you like hard, loud, anti-authoritarian music made with open-source tools, then look no further! You've found it, your journey is over! Seriously, stop looking, it's just silly now...

Head on over to https://bandwagon.fm/@jimmyhalliday to hear it now for free! If you really like it, and just have to listen to it all the time, even when you've ventured beyond the veil and suddenly found yourself without reception, click on one of the links and buy a copy! If you're one of those streaming types, who would like to hear this on Spotify or the like, that's coming soon!

Be the envy of your friends, the toast of the town, and the apple of my eye ❤️ Check it out today!

https://localchaos.org/blowhole/ we are a band that plays somewhat abrasive music about bananas, ambulances, nuclear destruction, floods, fish people, and what ought to happen to the police 🐷

https://blowholeypsilanti.bandcamp.com/album/belligerent-oceanspawn

we also have a bandcamp with free (gasp!) downloads of our album (since we know that you Would download a purse. take ours. it is fashionable and contains coupons, as well as a hairy tootsie roll.)

live; song from the album Broken Star; punk, Chicago, 1998, Asian Man Records

• MusicBrainz: https://musicbrainz.org/artist/d54f6a7e-9022-44b7-840c-38f39dcd3301
• Official homepage: https://thepeacocks.ch/

Catchy ass satirical song about a self centered guy upset his ex girlfriend had an abortion without his input. Sloppy seconds really were geniuses at writing lyrics for a joke band.

So you were late
But you never told me you were
You didn't want to say
Till you were sure
But that song and dance
Won't work no more
Because you got no rhythm
To save your soul

I don't care how much it hurts
So you can tell it
To the Roman Catholic Church
I don't run away
From my mistakes
But this is one, honey,
That I didn't make

And I can't catch you
And I can't get you
But I can't let you catch me

Oh no, you can't catch me
And you never will
So you can plant black roses
In your window sill
I'll be free
And you'll be suicidal
While you press black roses
In your family Bible

So now it's all
Left up to your discretion
And you can spill your guts
In your next confession
Lift your eyes up to the sky
Give 'em ten Hail Marys
For one white lie

Your mother always said
I would bring you down
If she could only see you now
Clinging tight to your rosary
Saying, "This wasn't how
It was supposed to be . . ."

Forget about a snow-white
Wedding gown
And you can toss black roses
In a hole in the ground

Roses are red, roses are black
Tell your mother what you did
And give her a heart attack

Someday when I'm cold and dead
You're gonna find black roses
By your hospital bed

• Discogs: https://www.discogs.com/de/artist/10651726-Tenia-3
• Bandcamp: https://teniahc.bandcamp.com/releases

• MusicBrainz: https://musicbrainz.org/artist/84557341-0bfa-43a8-bb10-8746fdccc15b

• MusicBrainz: https://musicbrainz.org/artist/965dd4cc-5b9a-43ea-8100-9fc7f4e7ce38

• MusicBrainz: https://musicbrainz.org/artist/171a3598-783a-43a2-a23c-13cf0bc929d5

• Discogs: https://www.discogs.com/de/artist/5269111-Fantes-Dust
• Bandcamp: https://fantesdust.bandcamp.com/