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Got The Morbs
01:40
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Misery. Or at least the closest thing
Zoning on the bubbles as I drown inside this drink
9:00. My life a Tuesday night
Strangers looking stranger every second that goes by
Nothing feels all right
Been slumping here all night
Creeping out the norms
Ought to talk to someone, but I just don't wanna, hug the corners
I have got the weirdo vibes
It's the signals that I send
Best to keep your distance. They'll infect you too, my friend
Can't stay at home. I'd be bouncing off the walls
Jittery, with phone in hand, but no one ever calls
Nothing feels all right
Been slumping here all night
Creeping out the norms
Ought to talk to someone, but I just don't wanna, hug the corners
I have got the morbs.
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Middle-Age Radiation
02:40
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Middle-age radiation
All I see, nothing escapes the gravity of age
And the comically futile grasps at immortality
All I know, the older I get, the less I know
Life speeds up in line with how much I try to make it slow
There are signs that I've managed to ignore so far
But there are signs
Middle-age radiation
There is light that penetrates the dark sometimes
But wading through a fog is what takes up most of daily life
I am weird, and age has not made me less weird
All I could come up with was to grow a fucking beard
There are signs that I've managed to ignore so far
But there are signs
Middle-age radiation, middle-age radiation
There are signs that I've managed to ignore so far
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Sorry
03:08
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I'm sorry I yelled
But I really want this job, and you said you wouldn't hire
Okay, yes, I set your hair on fire
I'm sorry I shot that arrow
But you didn't return my book
I regret what I plan to do with this hook
You're going down
I'll put you six feet underground
I'm sorry I broke your legs
But you broke your word
I regret your screams will go unheard
Sorry I had to use the axe
But you cut in line
If that noose is too tight, give me a sign
You're going down
I'll put you six feet underground
I can hold my head up high
But I'll hold yours higher
And I humbly apologize
You're going down
I'll put you six feet underground
If that's okay
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On & On
02:59
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I was happy and then I wasn't any more
A switch flipped and out went the fucking floor
A shadow always creeping up from behind
Here we go again, hold on
I'm going right out of my mind
On and on
There's a chasm that opens right in front of me
Once I'm down here, I don't really want to leave
Eyes adjust to dark. You get used to it
In my hole, I don't have to deal with anybody's shit
On and on
There's no difference between the signal and the noise
Wish I could build something
But I'm only able to destroy
On and on...
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The Peabodys Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
Punk rock should be fast, gritty, and straightforward, with hooks that stick like flypaper. Simple like all great ideas. The
chords, the words, the melodies should feel like they've always been there, waiting for some average schlubs to snatch them out of the air.
The Peabodys model these virtues. Their blasts of buzz about busted love and teenage wasteland are masterworks of punk simplicity.
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