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emo/punk/emo

Cloud Sick

Arm's Length - overturn

Constant Headache

Constant Headache (feat. Joyce Manor)

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I found you passed out in your room on the floor there was mud on top your favorite shoes. A few more steps and you'd have made it to your bed, but sometimes a few more steps is hard to do. Before you make a mess of her face, let's go a few drinks back to when you swore you'd change, when I tried so hard to clench your shaking frame. God I know you would have killed her if I let you. But I wouldn't let you do that. I can't watch you make it right. I've tried to look away but (I don't know what) makes me look back. Now I'm closing your fence, I guess I finally got some sense. And you can call me when you're finished if you're ever finished with this. You disappeared to the bathroom and asked if I'd hold your purse til you got back. These drugs will be the death of us (or at least whatever's left of us). We'll find a new lie to believe so you can finally get some sleep. You always knew how to keep me here but all I ever wanted was to leave, to let go. They found you making love in your room on the floor, that was me on top of you. A few more steps and we'd have made it to your bed, but sometimes a few more steps is hard to do.


Released 23 August 2014 

Produced, recorded and mixed by Travis Hill at The Looking Glass Recording Studio in Woodstock, GA. 
www.thelookingglassrecording.com 

Mastered by Bill Henderson at Azimuth Mastering. 
www.azimuthmastering.com

Stovall

Don't Need Regret

The Pine - Holding Onto Life

The Pine - Strings

The Pine - No You

The Pine - Friend

The Pine - Don't Need Regret


Concrete cracks beneath our boots
Factory smoke and neon suits
Life’s a grind, day and night
Suburban warriors, ready to fight

Preston streets! Fight or fall!
Working class, we’ve seen it all
Pavement kings, we bleed and rise
Hard lives forged under smoky skies

Trains scream past the market lines
Tattooed arms, the scars define
Beer in hand, the stories roar
Nothing’s given, we take and more

Preston streets! Fight or fall!
Working class, we’ve seen it all
Pavement kings, we bleed and rise
Hard lives forged under smoky skies

Grind, sweat, survive the day
No handouts, we make our way
Steel and fire, grit and grime
Preston streets, we stand in time

Concrete jungle, city hums
Life is hard, but we don’t run
Preston streets, we forge, we bleed
Working-class hearts, they never concede


PRESTON STREETS

A Place of Our Own

Two Years

Chemical Miracle

Heaven Sent

Doors

Loathe

What's Past is Prologue

Stay out of the Basement

We didn't stop til late that night.
Fell asleep in the glow of neon lights.
On that gum-paved sidewalk with years and years of spit and tears, 
We forgot all of our worries and our fears.
And I lost my spirit. I lost my peace. I lost my virtue. She took it from me.
And you wouldn't believe the filthy things she whispered in my ear.
They asked if we would like a drink and we were ready to go.
The things her father would do to me, I don't even want to know.
That night was a river we jumped right in and swam downstream.
I don't know where this will go but I'm pretty sure we're going to see.
Hours and hours turned into days and days turned into years and years.
We spent that entire decade drunk and high we took it beer by beer.
And we fell more and more in love.

Filthy

Loathe

Arm’s Length

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