Joyce Manor – Constant Headache

Song | Constant Headache
Band | Joyce Manor
Album | Joyce Manor

I could hear you coming so I hid by the couch. You were talking so loudly, I don’t know what about. You were drunker than high school, self-conscious and sweet. I never ever felt so cool disguised in your sheets. But I’m a constant headache, a tooth out of line. They try to make you regret it, you tell them, no not this time. It’s just a constant headache, a dead pet device. You hang me up, unfinished with the better part of me no longer mine. And then you finally found me, pretending to sleep. You said such nice things about me, I felt guilty and cheap. You took two steps to the kitchen, and just stared at the sink. I couldn’t hold back a smile, I still wish I could have seen you having sex in the morning, your love was foreign to me. It made me think maybe human is not such a bad thing to be. But I just laid there in protest, entirely fucked. It’s such a stubborn reminder one perfect night’s not enough.

Into It. Over It. – Augusta, GA

Song | Augusta, GA
Band | Into It. Over It.
Album Twelve Towns

Flipping through the pages of our diary, a memoirs worth of messages from you and me. Both good and bad advice recalling should-haves and could-haves, a distance from both of our worst enemies. On this page Mississippi John Hurt plays with a hand on your neck and a hand around my waist. It causes trouble and I’ve had it all with these slow dancing Sundays. Some red wine, a summer dress, a pair of hand-rolled cigarettes. We’re descriptive to keep with descriptions, we’re convicts to lack of conviction. So… Skip to the back and read the index. Put your trust in the dust sleeves of hardbacks cause it’s as fleeting as the feeling of being eighteen again. I’ve turned the tables, it’s your house in Georgia now. We’re seeming stable despite mistakes that we’d allow Can’t blame the past this time around. So please don’t make a sound cause I’m shaking hands with common sense. I’m bridging gaps from innocence to versed, I’m telling you, we’re cursed. Flipping through the pages our diary…

Basement – Covet

Song | Covet
Band | Basement
Album | Colourmeinkindness

When I’m with you, I don’t want to be with you. White hair, and a hopeful smile. Your inside, is on your outside. I need, a pleasant surprise. Good heart and desire to please. I want a fatal disease. When I’m with you, I don’t want to be with you. You are, rverything. My most, demanding dream. When I’m with you, I don’t want to be with you.

Martyr's Tongue – Apocalyptic Cleansing

Song | Apocalyptic Cleansing
Band | Martyr’s Tongue
Album | Exist To Suffer

At the sound of the seventh trumpet you will witness the end unfold. Before your eyes, humans slaughtered like swine. The blood will flow like fucking wine. Salvation and redemption denied, torture of the divine as I stand between heaven and hell. With the brand of the damned on my forehead I will walk over the dead. This is my kingdom, this is my hell. If you’d see me in hell I’ll be the one sitting on the throne with thy father’s head. Forever cursed this soul shall rest.

Into It. Over It. – Portland, OR

Song | Portland, OR
Band | Into It. Over It.
Album | Twelve Towns

At first I thought a girl like you shouldn’t be seen with a miserable man like me but it seems that once you’ve opened your mouth, horrible things fall out. I guess I’d spoken too soon, I guess I’d spoken too soon. Cause a man like me didn’t actually essentially endure the whole fucking country to sit here and let you insult the way I interact openly with my best friends. It’s true I don’t know how they talk down in Tucson but you know I bet my bottom dollar that the people here in Oregon know a thing or two about respect. I guess I’d spoken too soon…

Comadre – "Suicides May Have Been Pact"

Song | Suicide May Have Been Pact
Band | Comadre
Album | A Wolf Ticket

I got this new way to hate, a razorblade and some tapes, here’s the ones who love to lose. Now that I’ve swallowed mistakes some sailor’s luck in the way. I am stomaching what I can’t chew. I want some blood in the back of my throat, flatline, flatline and “today is a good day to die.” Guess where he’s staying today, down with the worms and his gin, I am viva hating all my friends, so call in dead just not sick a couple crates full of grins, I’ll staple them to your last meal. No guts no story right? Here’s everything you’ve ever worked for and everyone who’s ever lost at war. Buried and burned, this ocean you’ve earned. I’ve got my way out, a better home, a different kind of throne, where you favorite word is alone and breathing in just tastes like old bones.

Title Fight – Lefty

Song | Lefty
Band | Title Fight
Album | Floral Green

Bad luck never leaves. Your jinx just floats around like the taste in you mouth, or the sound when your skull cracks. Feel the growing pains. It means you’re growing up too fast. Telling white lies to black cats. Stretch me out across the tracks. While you were sleeping I was blood red, sharp as a knife inside your stomach. I’m squeezing tight; don’t let the light in. No medicine. Daydream tendencies had you smiling soft and sweet. Keep those blurry memories somewhere safe- you may need them. You can make a wish, but there’s no rabbit out the hat. Realize it’s never coming back. While you were sleeping I was blood red, sharp as a knife inside your stomach. I’m squeezing tight; don’t let the light in. No medicine.

Into It. Over It. – Pinky Swear

Song | Pinky Swear
Band | Into It. Over It.
Album | 52 Weeks

Every single car on the New Jersey turnpike has their hazards flashing for a fireworks display. I’ll stop and watch it but I’m too busy thinking of every single chance that I was too afraid to take. Life gets in the way of living and interrupts the could-of would-of should-of that I ask myself each day. Where I’ve spent my time and how I’m spending it and if I’m simply wasting it away. So while I sat there motor humming on the shoulder I thought I’d find a pen and start to write my failures out, but then the lights were gone and both sides of the paper were full so hazards off turn signal on gas pedal down. Life gets in the way of living and interrupts the could-of would-of should-of that I ask myself each day. Where I’ve spent my time and how I’m spending it and if I’m simply wasting it away. Life gets in the way of living and interrupts the could-be would-be should-be that we’re offered every day. And now that you and I’ve been given what we’ve wanted, lets make a pinky swear that we don’t throw it all away.

La Dispute – Andria

Song | Andria
Band | La Dispute
Album | Somewhere At The Bottom Of The River Between Vega And Altair

You still cross my mind from time to time. And I mostly smile. Still so set on finding out where we went wrong and why. So I retrace our every step with an unsure pen, trying to figure out what my head thinks, but my head just ain’t what it used to be. And then again, what’s the point anyway? I remember you ascending all the stairs up to the balcony to see if you could see me - hidden quietly away. And I remember the skin of your fingers, The spot three quarters up I’d always touch when I was out of things to say. You held my hand, but you were too afraid to speak and I could never understand. I remember when you leaned in quick to kiss me, and I swear, that not a single force on earth could stop the trembling of my hand. And I remember how you smiled through the smoke in a crowded little coffeehouse and laughed at all my jokes. And I remember the way that you dressed and, how we wasted all the best of us in alcohol and sweat. And I remember when I knew that you’d be leaving, how I barely kept up breathing. And I bet if I had to do it all again, I’d feel the same pain, and I remember panicked circles in the terminal in tears. How I wept to god in fits. I’ve hated airports ever since. It must be true what people say, that only time can heal the pain. And every single day I feel it fade away, but - I still remember how the distance tricked us, and lead us helpless by the wrist into a pit to be devoured. I still remember how we held so strong to this, though we had never really settled on a way out. I still remember the silence, and how we’d always find a way to turn and run to our mistakes. I still remember how it all came back together just to fall apart again. My dear, I hear your voice in mine. I’ve been alone here, I’ve been afraid, my dear. I’ve been at home here. You’ve been away for years. I’ve been alone. I breathed your name into the air; I etched your name into me. I felt my anger swelling; I swam into it’s sea. I held your name inside my heart, but it got buried in my fear. It tore the wiring of my brain; I did my best to keep it clear. So, dear, no matter how we part, I hold you sweetly in my head. And if I do not miss a part of you, a part of me is dead. If I can’t love you as a lover, I will love you as a friend. And I will lay a bed before you; keep you safe until the end.

Song | Give (The Rats, They Want You)
Band | Code Orange Kids
Album | Cycles

The faith in me runs thinner than the water rising to my eyebrows, slowly but surely I am drowning in the wistful body I call my own. New days bring new dreams to there knees searching for something, nothing, anything. Hands clenched together in praise while the rhythm pulls away, there are no walls that can hold this. There is no voice that can save my soul. There are no words that can breathe life into the worthless skin, bones I have grown to call my home.

Descendents – Nothing With You

Song | Nothing With You
Band | Descendents
Album | Cool To Be You

I don’t wanna move, I’ll just sit here in my living room and see what’s on the tube while I’m hanging out with you. People knock on my door, ringing my phone telling me the things I gotta get done today. To satisfy them, but what about me? Lately I’ve been wishing I was brain dead, no responsibilities in my head today. Baby let’s see what’s on the TV. Doing nothing having fun off to bed to get things done. I’m not lazy, I’m in love, I don’t wanna move. I’ll just sit here in my living room and see what’s on the tube while I’m hanging out with you. People pressing my flesh Taking my time, they don’t know a thing about my life with you, I’m trying real hard. Hard not to care, cause all I ever really want to do is sit around doing nothing with you. Because nothing’s only fun when you’re there. “Mad About You” at dinnertime, “Seinfeld”, “Simpsons”, “So-Called Life”, seen the reruns 20 million times. I don’t wanna move, I’ll just sit here in my living room and see what’s on the tube while I’m hanging out with you. All I wanna do is just sit here in my living room and see what’s on the tube while I’m hanging out with you. All I wanna do, all I wanna do, all I wanna do Is do nothing with you. All I wanna do, all I wanna do, all I wanna do is do nothing with you.

Song | Hora De Decirme Adios
Band | Anti-Sociales
Album | Las Menos Macabras De La Vida

Han pasado veintinueve años desde que me conocí. No sé quién soy, quién fui y quién seré. ¿Y cómo fue? ¿Qué pasó? ¿Por qué no puedo decirme adiós? ¿Por qué? ¿Por qué? ¿Por qué? Han pasado casi treinta años desde que me descubrí. ¿Sabré quién soy, quién fui, y quién seré? ¿Y cómo fue? ¿Qué pasó? Y nadie sabe lo que fui y a nada sabe lo que soy. E impredecible lo que seré. ¿Y cómo fue? ¿Qué pasó?

More Than Life – Love Let Me Go

Song | Love Let Me Go
Band | More Than Life
Album | Love Let Me Go

Breath in and cut shorter. Don ‘t let your heart sink lower. I know we had differences but this love will last a lifetime. If we put our heads together and trace back this history, it won’t take long to realize how much you mean to me. Old photographs still stuck to the door, smoke stained teeth and damp cold floors. The first time your kiss seemed softer, that one time when your heart broke harder. It’s this love we never had, sometimes think that I’m glad this hate I miss being by your side, I need a place to hide. I’ve tried to forget your name but every night seems the same. Disintegration will follow, I’ve never felt a pain in life so hollow, I’ve given up. I’m letting go, I’m so scared of what will follow. I’ve never felt a pain in life so hollow. Letting go of everything I used to know, love let me go.

Pentimento – Words With Friends

Song | Words With Friends
Band | Pentimento
Album | Wrecked (Unplugged EP)

Every year, I am brought back to the same places. It’s like my mind begs me to catch up to the thoughts I’ve had a billion times already. So-long. So-long to better days. So afraid, too afraid to face the road of failure I’ve paved to find my way back home. I’ll leave a trail of stones to prove I’ve had my prouder moments. Suddenly, my time alone means so much more. I know this heart is well known for falling apart, but I’ll learn to rely on the sunshine and the weather. To forget all our time together. I’ve got that itch again. To make things worse in steady increments. When the walls caved in, I was left to my own devices. And I learned that day that I’m more real than concrete. And now I know… I’m not afraid.

Black Breath – Black Sin (Spit On The Cross)

Song | Black Sin (Spit On The Cross)
Band | Black Breath
Album | Heavy Breathing

Nothing is left, only the mask of the goat. Releasing death. Imprisoned inside of the host. Death lust. Darkest of sin, black sin. Rapture in blood, symbols on the breast. Chanting the name of the one who has no breath. Death lust. Darkest of sin, black sin. Come take this knife and slip it in the breast of the babe. Drink the blood from the cup. Reject christ, spit on the cross. Black sin.