Demo 2012
by Fail Better
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Digital Album
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Revolting Bodies
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We Are At War . . .
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Make Total Annoy
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Split with Force Quit
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released 01 May 2012
Thanks to Shayla for the sweet recording. Recorded at Decadent Squalor and the Whale Factory.
Thanks to Shayla for the sweet recording. Recorded at Decadent Squalor and the Whale Factory.
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- Track Name: Blanket Forts (and Broken Kneecaps)
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Take the chance to breath, you're stronger than you know
You'd be surprised by just how much you can live through
And you are never quite as alone as it will sometimes seem
Even if it's just a voice on a record talking you through
And if you don't know what you need
We're fine to wait til it comes to us
And if you ever want to seem 'em bleed
They'll be sorry they ever fucked with us
Let your hurt go
It's not all that defines you
Or else you can hold it tight, keep it like a guiding light
Let it focus you and prepare you for the coming fight
And if you ever need to retreat
We'll lock the doors and build a blanket fort
And if it ever feels like defeat
Close your eyes and remember that just surviving is winning in this war
And if you ever want to scream and shout
You know our voices will join the chorus
And if you ever feel drowned out
Just know that they will never never NEVER silence us - Track Name: Revolting Bodies
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i can't even cry correctly, these tears defy my expectations like these body parts that never quite resemble what they're supposed to be or those subjectivizing stares that forged our fragile senses of self, and the identities that we fight like hell to free from the capture of heteropatriarchy
our bodies on strike
against every affect
that binds us to a world
we can't inhabit
our revolt- for self-determined identities
this chest too accented, this heart to vulnerable to countenance another pragmatist concession or another self-righteous defense of privilege, and i refuse to accept this knee-jerk separation of mashing the state from striking against all the ways we discipline one another in its image
our bodies on strike
against every affect
our revolt - for
self-determined identities
we're fucking tired of our lives, loves and bodies labouring to reproduce a world that was never meant for us
and it's time for a good long strike.
our bodies, our time, our identities will never work again will never be mere instruments of accumulation or of struggle only the joy we find in each other and the possibility for a more human strike, that these tired eyes and worn bodies find solace, vengeance and redemption - Track Name: We Are At War . . .
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we are at war you said as the last notes rang out and i could barely hear another sound but the one that replayed in my head the day they took our friends away. was it silence or plate glass smashing, or that sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, knowing my house, my life was violated by a pig in cheap clothing?
i can't tell anymore, i crossed the continent to watch everything that i felt i could hold onto slip from my arms and yet i felt more alive in doing so than in sitting here wishing away this debilitating pain
my excuses wearing thin against the days i can barely get out of bed. like your excuses for a narrow definition of "social war" that precludes the possibility that you could be the enemy ' of self-determination for those you claim to share a struggle with
SHUT UP- start listening to all the voices that we silence every time that we pretend to have the answers; and i promise i'll always try to respect the difference between taking back space, and taking up space
this failing body still privileged by racialized histories,
we can't neatly name and fight external enemies
even when we name conditions of domination we still reproduce them
can we learn to struggle without appropriation or feigned solutions - Track Name: Make Total Annoy
- These people, places I have never known, except by the images that I've been shown. Mediated and safely detached from communities we glorify when they snap. In solidarity, what the fuck does even mean? There must be something more concrete. Cheering uncritically from relative safety, eyes locked to screens afame. Blame the system so conveniently abstract. "We saw it coming!" and pat ourselves on the backs. But what have we done beyond platitudes, expressed sympthaties and moved on, 'cos we've got our own shit to do. In solidarity, what the fuck does even mean? There must be something more concrete. Cheering uncritically from relative safety, eyes locked to screens afame, wishing we could do the same, like it's all some fucking game. In solidarity, what the fuck does even mean? There must be something more concrete. Cheering uncritically from relative safety, eyes locked to screens afame. Wishing we could do the same, but what do we stand to lose? And what do we stand to gain?
- Track Name: For Some Things, Against Most Things
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Do you still remember how this used to feel?
It wasn't long ago...
Our desires had a sense of urgency
But we let it go
Where there was danger there's now calculated risk
Traded all my passion for a dry analysis
And the pounding in my chest is now a sinking in my gut
I miss the person I thought I was
Somehow through the understanding that we sought
There's something lost
Humbled by the meager battles that we fought
And we paid the cost
Where there was danger there's now calculated risk
Traded all my passion for a dry analysis
And the pounding in my chest is now a sinking in my gut
Pine for the past and chase old feelings
Never break the cycles, only feed them
Where's Fredy Perlman when you need him?
He died in his bed
Old friends betray, new ones won't stay
And I'm all alone again
With my mistakes, they're all I've got
They remind me what I'm not
We're torn apart at every turn
And still we never fucking learn
Don't need answers, just need the questions
That make me burn burn burn
And the memory of what I've lost
Is the only fucking thing that keeps me going
