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I needed to leave town for a bit
I’m sick of the circles that I’m in
Drinking myself into oblivion
The frost biting at my fingertips
I ran away from that frozen hellscape
Nestled in the North Dakota plains
Comforted by these smoke stained walls,
This PBR, and these neon lights
Bloody Mary to start the day
In a town two states away
Another cigarette and I’ll be right in
I need some time to reflect on my sins
I ran away from that frozen hellscape
Nestled in the North Dakota plains
Comforted by these smoke stained walls,
This PBR, and these neon lights
The miles make no difference
The looming will always persist
The cold it cuts like a knife
Down to the remnants of a shattered soul
Discouraged by this plight
My mental unbalance is resilient, my decaying lungs are not
I just want to be happy
But man this darkness follows me
A constant ringing in my ears
“I am nothing, I am nothing”
I just want to be something
I want to be anything but me
These lies I tell myself
I have worth, I have worth, I have worth
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Grease's House
03:17
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Chris throws another log on the fire as he welcomes us to his home.
Points out the fridge in the basement that has some beer and the table with the smokes and booze.
Cold night in North Moorhead.
A basement with 10 or so friends.
Two acoustic acts and an emo band.
All smiles, beers in hand.
Chris throws another log on the fire as we wait for the next band to start.
Smoking cigarettes and telling stories, I love this corner behind Grease’s House.
A summer night in North Moorhead.
A basement with way too many friends.
Powerviolence from Oakland.
I’m hiding on the deck again.
Chris throws another log on the fire as the show starts to come to an end.
Smoking cigarettes and telling stories, I love this corner behind Grease’s House.
That one cold night in North Moorhead I made a friend that I’ll never forget.
I’m not around damn near enough to not feel guilt for the time I’ve lost.
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Wanna kill everything in my path,
Pour the fluid and I'll light a match,
Wreak havoc and I'll have a blast,
You all had it coming.
I'm low on cash,
But I'm rich with stress,
A constant heel on the back of my neck,
Bloody eyes always seeing red,
I think I'm gonna snap.
Fuck this place,
I hate it here.
Been in this rut for three long years.
The more that you speak the more I cringe,
I am feeing so unhinged.
There's a gaping hole in my head,
My thoughts pour out and wash away all my friends,
I'll pick them up and put them back in until it happens again.
Maybe I'm cursed,
Maybe I'm dumb,
Maybe I'm just too high strung.
Sick of blowing up,
Sick of lashing out.
Don't know what that's all about.
Wanna kill everything in my path,
Pour the fuel and I'll light a match,
Wreak havoc and I'll have a blast,
You all had it coming.
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It's been a few years and nothing has changed,
The same old bar,
The same old booth,
The same old long face.
I'm killing cans like it was my day job,
I'm pulling double shifts,
I'm fucking sick of it (what!?)
There's cigarette smoking pouring in from the back door,
I wonder who is outside,
Just another habit that I never asked for,
Pulls me to my demise.
I take a couple of steps,
Move a few feet to the left,
Just barely missed the couple locking lips,
Exchanging their breaths,
And I'm putting one down,
And I'm putting one back,
I'll fall asleep on the ground,
Die of a heart attack.
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I needed to leave town for a bit
I’m sick of the circles that I’m in
Drinking myself into oblivion
The frost biting at my fingertips
I ran away from that frozen hellscape
Nestled in the North Dakota plains
Comforted by these smoke stained walls,
This PBR, and these neon lights
Bloody Mary to start the day
In a town two states away
Another cigarette and I’ll be right in
I need some time to reflect on my sins
I ran away from that frozen hellscape
Nestled in the North Dakota plains
Comforted by these smoke stained walls,
This PBR, and these neon lights
The miles make no difference
The looming will always persist
The cold it cuts like a knife
Down to the remnants of a shattered soul
Discouraged by this plight
My mental unbalance is resilient, my decaying lungs are not
I just want to be happy
But man this darkness follows me
A constant ringing in my ears
“I am nothing, I am nothing”
I just want to be something
I want to be anything but me
These lies I tell myself
I have worth, I have worth, I have worth
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Pass the Flask Fargo, North Dakota
Melodic Punk from Fargo, ND and Moorhead, MN.
Pass the Flask is Michael Hansen, Curtiss Hamende, Don Gordon, and Tristan Barstad.
Photo Credits: Ben Hoos
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