FUCK YOU AMERICA!
Anyway This Is Hardcore looks incredible this year.
Kid Dynamite, Tragedy, The Suicide File, Defeater, Nails, boysetsfire, Negative Approach, Panic, Ceremony, Trapped Under Ice…
and most importantly Modern Life Is War!
Though bit of a piss take in regards to timing and announcing it today of all days!
Happy New Year! We’re really excited about 2013 here at Already Heard. We think it’s going to be another excellent year with new albums, new releases, awesome tours, amazing festivals and a whole lot more.
Over the next 12 months you’ll see countless bands and…
My picks for the top 50 included Vales, Defeater, Brontide, And So I Watch You from Afar, MINE, Muncie Girls and Crash of Rhinos.
This is a cracking eclectic list, and I highly recommend you check out all 50 of these bands in 2013.
as a kid the summers seemed so long.
the dusk a never ending song.
too much, too young.
he’d never hear it again.
a walk through the dismal streets,
the alleys where the junkies sleep.
too much, too young.
“that will never be me.”
slow, hand in hand to the boardwalk’s end.
his mother’s words like the biting wind.
“please don’t leave me.”
he’ll never hear them again.
“keep quiet, stay out of sight.”
her sunken eyes that used to burn so bright.
“please don’t leave me.”
please don’t leave me.
so he hid pressed against the wall,
under stairs in the darkened hall.
the sound of heartbreak reminded him of home.
shadows move slow across the floor,
a minute seemed like a day or more.
the end of heartache when she opened the door.
the sights, sounds,
smell of burnt out shame, pride, spite, love.
they all come here to die.
he sobs, “please take me away.
please mother bring us home safe
on nameless streets the way we came.”
and suddenly she prayed for better days
and for redemption.
sullenly she prayed to keep from harm’s way and for conviction.
but there’s no forgiveness here.
no hope beyond that pier.
no way to get out now,
not for her in this dead end town.
and that drunk is waiting up,
him and jack, the empty cup.
“where you been?
what you on?
who’d you fuck?”
one more drink to toast “good luck”.
she gets a stiff hand from the old man
like the bourbon he’s been drinking.
black out.
and she gets a stiff hand from the old man
like the bourbon he’s been drinking.
black out
the summers seemed so long.
the dusk a never ending song.
too much, too young.
he’d never sleep again
too much, too young.
“that will never be me.”
