EU version of the third Pandemix 12" on Boss Tuneage Records on random mix vinyl.
US version pre-order available from Dirt Cult on black or burnt orange. We'll have copies of their version available in May.
The songs and art are basically unchanged on both versions, but nerds like to know these kinds of things.
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Get both new Pandemix releases, comprising every song we recorded in 2020 and '21, for $2 off when you buy them together. 35 minutes of music or something, I'm not sure.
Includes unlimited streaming of Love Is Obliteration
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
I learned it young, the way of the world, buy and work and breed, get sick then die
I’d just begun to see how complex life is when someone tried to simplify;
Catholic classrooms where I learned about my sins
The cardinal one seemed to be having questions
I learned it young, when I was taught about the differences between boys and girls
The only one, or so it appeared, left out by the logics that ran their world
Everything that seems so normal, seems so common sense
What happens when you’re on the other side of that fence?
Though the grass may seem greener, it might be fucking dead
And the shit they’ve used for fertilizer’s stuffed inside your head
Conditioning we can’t escape, the legacies of those displaced
Conditioning we can’t escape, the ones who don’t fit in will be erased
I learned it better than some, god damn i grieve those friends
All the haunted ones, who now squat my home instead
They bang on these pipes like ribs desperate to break
Creaks where they step, creases in my face
I learned it young, the meanings we assign to arbitrary social categories
Speak in one tongue, the one that’s defined by those who hold authority
Though they can’t shut up about this meritocracy
The fix is fucking in and its not difficult to see
A new clear day glo back drop to tantalize your eyes
But the actors on the stage are all the same shade of white
I learned it young, what there is to expect for those who won’t or can’t assimilate
Sever the tongues of the heretics, if you won’t be bent to the whims of the state
If you can’t be made productive to the ruling class,
Benevolent smile barely concealing a laugh
They’ll say “we’ve got a place for you, a social safety net”
And place you into a lifetime of struggle and of debt
I learned it better than some, god damn i grieve those friends
All the haunted ones, who now squat my home instead
They bang on these pipes like ribs desperate to break
There are creaks where they step, the creases in my face
Tally the years that pass, the winner gets no prize.
Just please keep on pouring until I go cross-eyed
And then I can pretend this is the last dead friend,
Or this is my last round, or this is the last crisis.
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