Two-color screen print on heavy Gildan stock. Promotes relaxation*
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Printed on Bella Canvas stock.
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lyrics
The arguments i wonder
What they are
To hold the ball only to throw it out
Satisfy the need to hit the ball
The hands on bats are swinging all around
And all the while running yourself lower
Take to base yourself to lower things
All you need is to go chase that ball
All I need
Is barking dogs and helicopter rides into the sun
Someone took my hand, handed me a tube, and led me into an infirmary
I understand what the smell is
But in general i feel no sadness
Neurotic medicine
Ribbon medicine
Bright medicine
In the end modernity rears its arbitrary head again
Or a waiting room to watch itself end
In the end when I shit in the red bin
Bones in the red bin
Flesh in the red bin
I hope they don’t bother with the fence
To keep the wild dogs
From eating my body
In the end
The places I can only imagine what they are
Going still i wonder to the dawn
I know the where is needed and the rounds
And all the while the leading lows are own
All I need
Is for you to go easy on the morality
On the shit sandwich of life
All I need
Is to mean well and demean well
Figuring out that these arms maybe don’t even belong to me
All I need
The cobblestone roads
The inaudible scream
The limitless sky
supported by 19 fans who also own “baseball field”
Chat pile c’est une cuillère à soupe de Sonic Youth, une pincée de Ministry, une cuillère à café de Joy Division et le résultat est très très bon !!
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