fuck. marry. kill., by The Tracy Lords

fuck. marry. kill.

by The Tracy Lords

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1.	FMK 02:27	lyrics
Under a blood moon in the shadow of our doubts We try to figure it out Waiting on commands from the first to make a sound to tell us where we stand A lesson from a from a fuck up or a new way on From this day forward I know what must be done A fading faith in a pretty face Onward and awkward, all inhibitions gone Beneath subhuman underneath a burning sun All thinking we're the one We're all just one bad idea from Coming unglued and undone I was young once and guitars looked good on me From creators to consumers we were dragged down Can't win my waking ours back from the brink In this hell I've made, to our downfalls we'll drink
2.	Thy War 03:17	lyrics
Slither through oblivion, Trying to hold your head high Withering away in Routines that fit you fine A patient waiting out Of constant struggling Surviving the mundane And it's Monday again A fog of war falls, but no one calls these days The potential for so much so much of it a waste The hours between sun to sun, to another Sunday Now you just wake and wince and whinge a "for fucks sake" Fell too far and charging to what's worse What you do is all you are and all you're worth Headfirst into new adventures, now it just hurts Your will to see the world got kicked in the dirt We're a little too close to call but never speak Too big to fail but our will is way too weak Let it burn into desperation, willing to kill or pay Not enough minutes carved into each day It's a toxic philosophy that we're all more than this What we're born into and how we chose to live
3.	Lemmy Automatic 01:24	lyrics
Old enough to know better ways to hide and where you need to go A lull in the laughter It's all hitting home All of me that the decade took Shot me down with a single look Born with answers after the fact Too late to learn some tact Date yourself with your passions Love you can't take back A succession of depressing ends More failures than wins
4.	Spacedrugs and Rock n' Roll 02:29	lyrics
I'd be out of here tomorrow if the wifi was strong enough Access to oxygen or cigarettes First ride bought or borrowed I'd head right out Rest of my days with no regrets Stir-crazy on this Earth, this world ain't got nothing for me But my records and my dogs over the endless summers Never done nothing for me Best winters gathering dust I'd be gone by now if my will was strong enough Terraforming, populating and legislating Simple astrophysics and just a matter of time When the spacedust gets you high
5.	The House of Lords 02:03	lyrics
The death of all creativity, inspiration runs dry New found positivity and you can get by Just as relentless as your first waking day They can't be stopped, you can't be saved When the cheques stop coming, time to grow a spine Hungry and defeated, running out of time Fighting for your space in the world, try to earn your spot Break yourself for everyone else, you can be what you're not Don't stop fighting, don't stop running But you better stop believing that they ever stop coming A captive audience, I stun you all silent Punk Rock armed me with perception Are you really happy or are you just just safe Knowing it was all a waste
6.	Cut From the Inside 01:59	info

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Tracks 1 and 2 recorded summer 2017.
Tracks 3 and 4 originally appeared on the Unite Asia Showcase Compilation.
Tracks 5 and 6 were originally released as bonus tracks on the cassette release of The Tracy Lords' first demo.

'Cut From the Inside' was originally written by ELECTRIC FRANKENSTEIN. The original version is available on their record 'How to Make a Monster'.

Cover graphic by Vincent Wong.

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released September 18, 2017

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The Tracy Lords Hong Kong

Hell's house band THE TRACY LORDS is a chaotic smash n' grab of primordial sludge in molten tones and carwreck whiplash rhythms. With enough artfulness, drama and sadness to keep the young'uns interested and lo-fi charms for the Punk Rock cogniscenti, The Lords' hope-crushing heaviness is inflicted with the simple MO of set up, break the audience into little pieces and get out. ... more