Woooooot!
Got tix to catch Doom Scroll in Brattleboro on the 29th this month then Apes in September up In Burlington
What a Perfect end to the summer
Got tix to catch Doom Scroll in Brattleboro on the 29th this month then Apes in September up In Burlington
What a Perfect end to the summer
Vermont, New Hampshire, Maine, or even upstate NY
Just trying to get out tonight with some friends
Looking to get out with some friends, we generally like punk, ska, a bit of hardcore, stuff like that if anyone knows of anything going on this evening
Vermont, New Hampshire, or Maine
Or even upstate New York
Looking for something to do tonight
This is what I carry all day every day at a bare minimum
Not pictured: my watch, a green timex expedition
Edit: Because there’s so much interest into why I carry Naloxone;
I work in a high traffic field and mostly just think that in this day it’s kind of a “everyone should carry it” thing, I’ve seen a lot of overdoses and they’re too common to not just keep it around, it only takes up a couple inches of space. I think of it like the emergency kit in yr cars trunk, yr (hopefully) never gonna use it but everyone should have it just in case, no one deserves to die from their addicts
There should be a “woo!” At 0:15-0:16 of Never Trust a Man
Okay, I’m off to work now
Let us know what you think!
Looking for a washboard player or percussionist for a diy album for my project Farmer Duck
Farmerduck.bandcamp.com
We’re located in central/southern Vermont
If you’re looking to gig even better!
Hit me up here or on Instagram (Farmerduckofficial) if you’re interested!
Check it out, lemme know what you think!
To show off the latest art you’ve made: music, drawing, videos, zines, patches, what have you
It’s a beautiful day for it
Audio is kinda shit but who really cares?
Lyrics:
The papacy went lookin for a pistol
Riot cops been going off half-cocked
So nice to see yr democracy delivered
Jackbootin o its way on down the block
Some days it just seems oh so immoral
To keep living this life as a paper tramp
I dont wanna sing “They can’t kill us all”
As they lead us down into the camps
It’s no time to run, get yourself a gun
Anything that throws lead it will do
Pre-1898, mail a Mauser to your gate
Even for a dirty felon like you
I’ve got some books, o yeah, I’ve got a rifle
And I suggest that you all do the same
Soon when the bullets fly o if we don’t try
To fight back then we’ve no one else here left to blame
From Marx to Hampton, J. Sakai, George Jackson
Read Huey when you get a chance
Expand your knowledge if yr really trying
If its the world that you want to advance
It’s no time to run, get yourself a gun
Anything that throws lead it will do
Pre-1898 mail a Mauser to your gate
Even a dirty felon like you
Yeah cause if you’re in the US then (listen up!)
It’s time to build that world you’re dreamin of
Cause times they’re getting rough but the songs just aint enough
Will you be with Us when the push comes to shove.
Lyrics:
The thought of Love; a nightmare,
Suburban car out in the lawn
No more MADNESS, no more drugs
Children now, so no more fun
Bop’s dead, so the party’s over
Can’t snort dexies when you’re older
No LSD or Morphone campaigns
Risky nights melt in sunlight
You both work 2-12 tonight
How can things ever be the same
When you traded political blasphemy
For middle-class backed apathy
How do you figure you’ll be free?
Your Sedan’s out in the Yard
But you’re here just “playing your part”
How much more until you’ll see?
I’ll see your political action
And raise you a fascist nation
And all you ever do is complain
Time to get a rise off the block
Burning prisons, pickin off cops
Words into motion, lose your chains
Huge long shot but Is there Anyone who’s going to Oddfest and also passing through the Rutland area that could give a ride up to the show to a carless pleb like me?
I don’t have any cash to offer but I got some weed and/or good company to exchange
Lyrics:
The papacy went lookin for a pistol
Riot cops going off half-cocked
So nice to see democracy delivered
Jackbootin oh its way on down the block
Some days it just seems oh so immoral
To keep living this life as a paper tramp
(No offense but) I dont wanna sing “They can’t kill us all”
As they lead us down into the camps
I’ve got some books, yeah man I’ve got a rifle
And I suggest that you all do the same
Soon when the bullets fly o if we don’t try
To fight back then we’ve no one else to blame
From Marx to Hampton, J. Sakai, George Jackson
Read Huey when you get a chance
Expand your knowledge it really helps the cause
If its the world that you want to advance
It’s no time to run, time to get you a gun
Anything that throws lead it will do
Pre-1898 mail a Mauser to your gate
Even a sneaky little felon like you
Yeah cause if you’re in the US listen up
It’s time to build that world you’re dreamin of
Cause times they’re getting rough but the songs just aint enough
Are you with Us when the pushing comes to shove.
I’ve been asked “so what do you do?” By a lot of Gen-Z/Alpha’s, and my usual reply is “oh like for work?” And I’ve noticed that, on a whole, what they mean is what are your hobbies, or interests, it’s not automatically assumed to mean “what’s your job”
I thought that was a really neat observation, a growing out of the concept that our wage work defines us and the valuation of creative labors in the social realm
Idk I thought it was pretty cool
Looking back, I understand why Sonny retired, but I’ll always miss em
“It’s my distinction
That extinctions
The missing link in
This fucking scene and
The gun is loaded
The triggers holded
By the molded
Sold out every one of you
If it were up to me
I would have pulled that shit in 2016
In fact I tried
But it blew up in my face and I ended up losing my pride
But now we’re back
We’re on attack
And we’re here to pick up all of the slack
And I know
You can’t teach an old dog new tricks but motherfuckers all this one does is shits
Let’s pull the trigger on it
Oh woah woah woah
Cuz now they're askin’ “is this?”
Oh woah woah woah
Do you remember
How things used to be
A thriving and respected underground scene
But now I just try to escape every facet of my life without anybody knowing
That I’m in a folk punk band
Seen as a wannabe oogle clan
Where most of it is not quite folk
Definitely not punk
From wholesome to shitpost
So this isn't folk punk
This is Nu Folk
Don’t fuck with you folk
Or at least the bulk
Of all the fresh meat
Covering DND
Like it’s Pat the Bunny
It’s not fucking funny let's pull the trigger on it
Oh woah woah woah
Cuz now they’re asking is this
Oh woah woah woah
I’m definitely part of it”