The Mountain Goats - This Year megasupersharkattack 2010-08-04 | I broke free on a Saturday morning I put the pedal to the floor headed north on mills avenue and listened to the engine roar my broken house behind me and good things ahead a girl named Cathy wants a little of my time six cylinders underneath the hood crashing and kicking aha! listen to the engine whine i am going to make it through this year if it kills me i am going to make it though this year if it kills me i played video games in a drunken haze i was seventeen years young hurt my knuckles punching the machines the taste of scotch rich on my tongue and then Cathy showed up and we hung out trading swigs from a bottle all bitter and clean locking eyes holding hands twin high maintenance machines i am going to make it through this year if it kills me i am going to make it though this year if it kills me i drove home in the California dusk i could feel the alcohol inside of me hum pictured the look on my stepfather's face ready for the bad things to come i down shifted as i pulled into the driveway the motor screaming out stuck in second gear the scene ends badly as you might imagine in a cavalcade of anger and fear there will be feasting and dancing in Jerusalem next year i am going to make it through this year if it kills me i am going to make it though this year if it kills me
The Mountain Goats - This Year (Live @ The Crowbar, Ybor, FL) megasupersharkattack 2012-01-27 | Sorry if the audio quality isn't that great! Taken on 1/25/2012Seeing this live was an incredible experience.
Cursive - And the Bit Just Chokes Them megasupersharkattack 2011-06-07 | From the album The Difference Between Houses and Homes: Lost Songs and Loose Ends 1995-2001Here's a new recruitWith new confusionHis racing thoughts should be (unmade)If he needs more time, give him more timeWe are (not in a prison)Here's your marriage vowsIt's a sweat ring around your black & blue (collar)If he needs more time, give him more timeTo reconfirm his old beliefsMake the turn towards apathyor regretSo you can just roam the interstate(Left buried but you're so convinced)What does it matter to you,Or does it matter to you.In the end, all your friends have gone awayAll your friends have gone insaneIt's just the hardest gripand the bit just chokes themWith regret(Skirting), half alive,Lifeline like a deadlineTo achieve reliefIf he needs more time, give him more timeWe are (planning our) escape routesAnd here's to the year they break us in,Here's to the year the break usIf he needs more time, give him more timeTo carve away his old mistakesMake a clean, precision breakFrom regretAnd you can just roam the interstateLook at him, but what does it meanWhat does matter to you, or does the mess just shallow you?Down your drain, all your friends have gone awayAll your friends have gone insaneIt's just the hardest (grip),And the bit just chokes themWith regret
The Dopamines - Try This Kids at Home megasupersharkattack 2010-09-29 | Songs About Fucking Up - The Copyrights/The Dopamines Split 7"So sick of fighting on my own, So tonight I'm going to take the long way homeSo sick of facing this bully, I'll put my tail between my legs and run awayYou know it's time to leave this place When you go to bed sober and you wake up shit-facedThe empty bottles won't ease your pain When you're just another link in the social chainI spend my nights hating this placeI'll use pain your night saving faceWith the bullet through stain on your favorite treasureSo sick of fighting on my own, So tonight I'm going to take the long way homeSo sick of facing this bully, I'll put my tail between my legs and run awayYou know it's time to leave this place When you go to bed sober and you wake up shit-facedThe empty bottles won't ease your pain When you're just another link in the social chainYou spend your nights hating this placeI spend my nights doing the same, and that's okYou spend your nights accepting fateI spend my nights doing the sameYou spend your nights accepting fateI spend my nights doing the sameAnd that's ok with me
Bomb the Music Industry! - THERES My Bailout! megasupersharkattack 2010-08-13 | Lyrics:Ever since my cell phone, I never have a pen.And I don't speak in English, I speak in predictive text.Ever since we got our cable, I never have anything to do.Ever since our drop off service, I never read a book.There's always something else around, plus I owe the library nineteen bucks.Tomorrow I'm gonna ride my bike from the Bronx to Dyker Heights.Leave East Tremont when it's bright.Won't get home 'til late at night.Yeah, that's when I'll fix my bike.That's when I'll fix my bike.Everything is magic 'til you can't afford the cost.'Til you ain't got eight-hundred bucks to pay the rent.Until you don't have twenty bucks.Everything is magic 'til you can't afford the cost.'Til you ain't got eight-hundred bucks to pay the rent.Until you don't have twenty bucks.All the perks are priceless 'til you can't afford the costs,'til you ain't got eight-hundred bucks to pay the rentuntil you ain't got twenty bucks to have a couple beersor ten dollars for every mealor $2.50* to ride each waywhile they're cutting service on the subway.But the nineteenth floor went up todayPenthouse and a fire escapeI sat in grass two blocks awayI watched the boats and counted planes.When so much shit crowds up your dayIt's hard to enjoy anything.Another floor went up todayand tomorrow they'll be taking my park away.I wanna kiss you on that crane x1000I wanna party like I'm death row pardonedwhile the freight elevators watch'cause we'll both live to fight another day.
Cursive - Pivotal megasupersharkattack 2010-08-12 | From the album The Difference Between Houses and Homes: Lost Songs and Loose Ends 1995-2001
Cursive - Dispenser megasupersharkattack 2010-08-11 | Album: The Difference Between Houses and Homes: Lost Songs and Loose Ends 1995-2001
This Bike is a Pipe Bomb - Imperfection megasupersharkattack 2010-07-23 | I'm in love with imperfection, some how I know that you are too. That's how I know you wont be offended when I tell you that's the reason I'm in love with you. So what ya gonna do today? The same thing as yesterday? Sit around and decay into a new highway? All of your lovers are gone. All of your pride is too. You will always have the lonely shy boy, cry boy, with you. Whatever happened to you? You just dont smile at me anymore. It never used to be like that. We used to have the time of our lives just goofing around. No matter how much you change I still love you. You're my hometown.
