I broke his hand

What else am I suppose to do
After all the shit that you’ve put us through
You’ve taken the water made it glue
Its true its true

I’m terrible for memories
But you’re the same
It doesn’t matter why
But you’re to blame
You’ve drank the Kool-aid and gone insane
you’re lame you’re lame

What was done to me
I’ll do for you
Eye for an eye 
Tooth for a tooth
When you reach out
Best be careful, for
I broke his hand

Up the martyrs
And up the youth 
The anarchists
Won’t defend you
When you reach out
Best be careful, for
I broke his hand

You think that you can see right thru 
Tthere’s nothing here
You’d resemble
Your definitions vague, accidental
So rude so rude

You can’t see the food
Left on your plate
You want to scramble
But it’s too late
The terror revealed
And it’s your fate
Yeah mate yeah mate

What was done to me
I’ll do for you
Eye for an eye 
Tooth for a tooth
When you reach out
Best be careful, for
I broke his hand

Up the martyrs
And up the youth
The anarchists
Won’t defend you
When you reach out
Best be careful, for
I broke his hand


i broke his hand

Lie In The Snow

Washlight- Dark Desire

From Atlantic Thrills "III" out June 6th on Almost Ready Records

Atlantic Thrills - "Dirty Love"

3 AM

I laughed too loud
At the wrong part
You smiled like
You knew my scars

Said I’m fine
But I lied too well
Now I’m stuck
Inside my shell

Can you hear me?
Through this static?
I’m screaming
But it sounds like static
I dress the wound
But it keeps on singing
A song called “please”
With no one listening

I taped myself together
With songs
But I’m breaking
All wrong

If I’m still here
Pull me out

i lied

Album track from 'DIVE!' (out 5 June), written and sung by bassist Allan Wiseman, featuring lead guitar by christopher rye (who also produced the song). Band trivia: christopher added (and sang) the line "but not for me!" as his response to hearing the title was "NO IT ISN'T!" Unusually, the gorgeous sounding lead guitar was recorded using a Chapman ML3 instead of christopher's Strat.

DIVE!

Forgiving is Easy

A cinematic rock ballad about wanting to be better for the ones you love.

Sober (studio demo mix)

All songs copyrighted 
Lyrics

Intro – Spoken/half-sung, atmospheric]
Yeah, they trim the trees,
They rake the fire away.
Build fences strong,
But can’t outrun the laws today.

[Verse 1]
Juan’s got a scar that runs ear to chin,
Said it came from Sonora, not from sin.
He brings his boy on Sundays, just to play
Near the pool he’ll never swim in anyway.

[Verse 2]
Mowin’ lawns under redwood shade,
Hands in dirt while the rich get paid.
Sings to the birds in broken slang—
Every word feels like a chain that hangs.

[Verse 3]
They came last night in unmarked vans,
Took three men like they weren’t even men.
Left their tools in the morning dew,
Leaf blowers still, boots filled with truth.

Verse – Chicano’s Voice]
I send my pay to a border town,
Where mamá lights candles when the sun goes down.
My name’s not ‘hey’ or ‘you in the hat
I got stories, but no time for that.


[Bridge – whispered, rising tension]
Is this freedom, is this fear?
Do we only welcome those we mirror?
My friend cries but hides his face—
Guilt’s a shadow you can’t erase.

[Final Chorus – crescendo, all-out delivery]
They build your world and vanish in the smoke,
Names unspoken, dreams that broke.
You walk on marble, they crawl through flames,
Still you can’t even learn their names.
No green card, no last call—
But they stood taller than us all.

Eucalyptus Blues

Regenerated In You.mp3

Bruce Springsteen-charged Americana: pounding drums, E-Street-style sax, Hammond swells, and gang-vocal choruses. A grit-and-grace anthem for running playlists, rock mixes, and modern heartland fans.

No Way Back But Through

We’re The 2-11, a Sydney-based band channeling the magnetic spirit of Britpop and the raw pulse of post-punk/dance-punk. Fueled by the timeless grooves of the ‘80s and the dance-punk revival of the early 2000s, we blend melodic hooks with driving rhythms to create a sound that’s equal parts nostalgia and electric new energy.