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Concentrated Satanic Attack

by The Peabodys

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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.
2.
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
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
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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released March 7, 2019

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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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