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Boston's fiestiest on long-playing vinyl LP. The Replacementsy dejection of their demo and previous bands (Credentials, Ridgemont) is pushed into the red here, but also simultaneously clarified and intensified by recording at Dead Air with Will Killingsworth. With the addition of Vicky (Parasol, Footsie) on guitar and backing vocals, the propulsive new PW line-up is ready to get these 8 songs of defiant longing stuck in your head and on your lips.
The LP comes in a chipboard cover with a zine insert.
This release is a benefit. All of the label proceeds will be donated to Black And Pink.
Includes immediate download of 8-track album in the high-quality format of your choice (MP3, FLAC, and more), plus unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app.
Sometimes I feel like a tied-up old dog all these nasty people they got bored of kickin’ sometimes I feel like I ain’t got nothing inside but this 80 proof fire and I wait for you, I don’t know why but I wait for you by the BU bridge. Might as well jump but that water’s real cold. Only way out of this place is getting old, and I don’t wanna wait forever. Might as well jump but that water's real cold. There's only one way to get out of this world, and I know I can't wait forever. Do you remember staying up all night drinkin off-brand cola in the TV light? Infomercials about getting ripped, talking about boys we’d want to kiss and we prank called the whole yellow pages, it was kinda mean kinda contagious. 1995 was all sparkle and fade. You're wearin' a suit now but I never changed.
Track Name: Just Like Them
I ain’t no man and I never fucking will be! Your demands are a sad, disgusting joke. I’d rather fight back through all of your abuse than give in to the lies that you invoke. And when you come home wrapped up in your flag, don't expect me to cry ya got shrapnel in your head and that’s what you get for killing to fit in. Don’t ask don’t tell don’t think just be like them, don't ask don't tell don't think just be like them. Now you’re married to the state, your resume it can’t be beat. Now you’re buried at their feet. Assimilation complete.
Track Name: Edge of the World
What's gonna keep me from wading out into the Charles with rocks in my pockets now? What's gonna keep me from drinkin down the whole bottle and walkin off the edge of the world. Take a train out to Revere beach. Feel the sand beneath my feet. See the junkies with no teeth, watch the waterline recede. In the back of a car staring out at the stars there was an ache in your chest, now you're alone at the bars that you loathed as a kid. Wondering whatever happened to the convictions that warmed us, but they laid the trap and we backed right in. Walkin off the edge of the world now.
Track Name: VHS
Found a VHS of the old band playing a talent show at the school gym, covering songs we grew up with. I guess not much is different. Can we still fuck this morning up with sour breath and punk haircuts before leaving behind friendships forged in convenient store parking lots? Just bury your privilege in shit jobs for another year. Too afraid to care. The future was vast and now it's past. Tensions builds before it dissipates 'cause good things run from those who wait. Ruin a friendship with a tongue slip and take pride in your mistake. A function of disgrace that fakes your heart out, wide-eyed at the fallout. Swimmin’ upstream for some meaning, left it bleeding at the breeding ground. So we carry it all inside of us for another year. And I can't even sleep from the words that you spoke when I was tryin to find just a glimmer of hope in someone who still cares, who might dull this despair, but it's my own fuckin' fault I ain't goin nowhere. And if i try to find it, is it somewhere inside me? If I try to find it, is it somewhere....
Track Name: James F. Collins Sq.
Got nowhere to go got this red red wine, in the mornin' I got nuthin not even the time. Sugar in my stomach, skin crawlin with grime, only one i'm holdin' is this $2.99. Take a walk Charles river, collapse on the bench, hey scumfuck get lost 'cause I can't stand yer stench. When you fuck up you're fucked up it's fucked, you got no luck, watch the suits roll in and the buzz get spent hey. Goin' nowhere in JFC square. Feel the night air in JFC. Catch a beat somethin' sweet but it's just a false start, got a lead on the street but I don't wanna party 'cause I'm feelin' old used to being alone, no one to talk to and nowhere to go. Too many numbers and no one to call, too many windows not open at all. Left onto Franklin and a right onto Aldie, I stare through the chainlink as the trains pass right by me.
Track Name: Grow Slow
I don't wanna die but I don't wanna live in this body I was born in, in this world I can't forgive. They call it a performance, seems I forgot my line. I'm a rotting fruit I think I'm runnin out of time. I told you who I was, you said you saw it too. If I committed to that person could I really see it through? The only thing that's passing is my youth. Fortify my stubbornness and suffer the abuse. It's a long road with violence all around...it's a heavy load but I won't let it drag me down no. I never found comfort but I learned to read their cues. A copy of a copy of a copy no one ever knew. I see me in the mirror and sink into my guts. The reflection comes back clearer-- I'm just a stranger to myself. I told you who I was, you said you saw it too. If I committed to that person do ya think I'd see it through, 'cause the only thing that's passing is my youth. Oh no, alright, ya grow slow, yer alright. No no, alright. It's real slow. It's alright.
Track Name: The Ones You Can't Take Back
It's the ones you can't take back that'll get you in the end. Staring into outer space, chewin on some old disgrace. And it's the void that can't be filled that's gonna fill you to the gills. You used to hold your head up high, now you're headed for the hills, and it's a long way down, it's a long way down. So tell Pa I'm sorry but I just can't fill those shoes, I inherited the loneliness without any of the clues. And tell Ma I love her and she did all that she could, and it's no one's fault but my own fault that I turned out no good, no no no no no..... It's the ones you can't take back that will haunt you 'til the end as you're wanderin the streets out just a-lookin' for a friend. Because the only friends you know are those familiar back roads. As each day withers to its end there still so little you can show, for all the ones....