dead beat. the things that you what and you need, they ain’t always the same. backs break in syncopated dirty rhythms the time clocks all keep. and not everybody’s the same but everybody that I know just says the same thing: “i’ll just feel like shit come morning.” and everybody’s to blame when everybody still acquiesces and downplays how much time we let the workplace steal from under these crooked legs. so what the fuck’s wrong with me? and how is it ok to cave in to easily? is it just rough at seas or fucked from the get go? i don’t know. i just don’t know anything but scraping by on a life teetering in between destruction and passion for grabbing that life by its throat. do you see?
credits
from troika tape,
released July 9, 2013
home-recorded in the bombshelter
portland, or - 2013
mastered by robert bartleson and ryan remains
@ haywire recording