Arrhythmic Palpitations

serious97:

This is a new track my band, Rainford, are working on. We played it at the UK Subs show and it went down really well, even though we fucked it up haha. You can hear me and Chaz laughing at the end cos the lyrics are “I’ve gone and fucked it up” and then we totally did fuck it up. Is that ironic?

Anyways, I wrote it about my best mate and the last bit is word for word what they said to me one time when they were drunk… well.. almost word for word, it was a lot more slurred and broken.

If you like male/female gang vocals and shit like that, then maybe you’ll like this. I dunno. Check it out, let me know what you think!

77 DAYS
You could have stayed, you could have gone.
Whatever you did, you would have done it wrong.
Turning at a tender age.
Fists shaking, full of rage.

I want to take you home but you say that it’s long gone.
I want to help you out but you quit answering your phone,
Long ago, like your name.
You say it’s not the same anymore, anymore.

“Fuck the world, fuck my life, I’ve gone and fucked it up”

owth:

Joyce Manor - Violent inside

And I will feel violent because I feel violent all the time inside of me.

serious97:

My band got a slot supporting Bangers, Apologies I Have None and Joyce Manor! Aw fucking yeah! Anyone going to the Leicester show? We’ll be at that one! Stoked!!!!!!

serious97:

maxthecreator:

Mark Ruffalo looking at a bag of Ruffles with his pet buffalo, Mark Buffalo. 

Ruffalo Soldier.

between-the-monkey-and-the-robot:

The Lawrence Arms

Chapter 13: The Hero Appears

nympholibrarian:

Titus Andronicus— The Battle Of Hampton Roads

tonight two great ships will pull back to their ports
depleted of everything that shoots flames and reports
and in the morning the shells will wash up on the shore
and the mighty of earth will have no other recourse
but to shiver and shake and make shit in their shorts
because we have been told “men if you’ve been assured
there’s a way to live the values yr forefathers gave you
prepare to be told “that shits gay dude”, but i guess that what they say is true
and there is no race more human, no one throws it away like they do

the things i used to love i have come to reject
the things i used to hate i have learned to accept
and the worst of the three you now have to expect
satan ain’t hard to see you without craning your neck
he’ll be seventy-some inches tall
he’ll be chugging a beer and he’ll be grabbing his balls
he’s a remote explosive waiting for someone to call
he’s just eighteen for now but hes going to murder us all

solidarity’s gonna give a little less than it’ll take
is there a girl at this college who hasn’t been raped?
is there a boy in this town that’s not exploding with hate?
is there a human alive ain’t looked themselves in the face without winking or saying what they mean without drinking, who will believe in something without thinking what if somebody doesn’t approve?
is there a soul on this earth that isn’t too frightened to prove?

i think of all the people who got a hold of yr brain when it was nothing but a piece of puddy
though try as you may but you will always be a tourist (oh buddy)
and half the time i open my mouth to speak it’s to repeat something that i’ve heard on tv and i’ve destroyed everything that wouldn’t make me more like bruce springsteen
so i’m going back to new jersey i do believe they’ve had enough of me

so when i leave boston my tail is between my legs
after deep cuts of patience and drunk to the drags?? (don’t know this line)
and now i’m heading west on 84 again
and i’m as much of an asshole as i’ve ever been
and there is still nothing about myself i respect
still haven’t done anything i did not later regret
my hand and a napkin when i’m looking for sex
and that’s no one to talk to when feeling depressed
and so now when i drink i’m going to drink to excess
and when i smoke i will smoke gaping holes in my chest
and when i scream i will scream until i’m gasping for breath
and when i get sick i will stay sick for the rest of my
days peddling hate at the back of a chevy express
each one will fall in the face of yr idea of success
and if this be thy will then fuckin’ pass me the cup
and i’m sorry dad, no i’m not making this up!

but my enemy has yr name on my lips
as i go to sleep and i know what little i’ve known of peace
yes, i’ve done to you what you’ve done to me 
and i’d be nothing without you my darling, please don’t ever leave.
please don’t ever leave