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Fail Better Montreal, Québec

anti-imperialist blink 182
anarchist pop punk

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Track Name: Tearing Down Walls
can you endure the world we live in, and maintain a sense of freedom
while they're still building prisons?
We all try to do what we can, while living on stolen land
they're building up the borders as we try to tear them down

and we're waiting for something that never comes
like a word on the tip of your tongue
a neverending negotiation between frustration and anticipation
but there's a lot that we've created, like the trust i have for you
i know you feel it too, though we're both too shy to say it

help me remember, help me remember how it felt
to believe that we could change it all
is it getting better? well, i'm getting better
at finding my place in it all

i can't promise that we're winning but as long as we don't give in
then i don't see how we could ever lose
and when i think i'm losing hope
it makes me feel better to know this is only a beginning

and i'm constantly surprised by just how hard people fight
if you don't think we've come that far, then take a look back to the start

i can't promise that we're winning but as long as we don't give in
then i don't see how we could ever lose
and when i think i'm losing hope
it makes me feel better to know this is only a beginning

it's you i'm following, but you don't know where we're going
guess we'll just have to decide when we get there
Track Name: Never Enough / Always Too Much
There's never enough,
and you're starting to think it's more than just bad luck
another road trip, a search for meaning,
a lack of faith but still believing
and you're tired of being told you need too much

to feel safe you build up walls, build them so high
that next to them you can't help but feel small
we drift apart, and you're aching for a change
if you need to go, well that's okay
but for now, i dare you to stay

it's always too much
and under it all you're feeling crushed and broken
a few bad habits and years of baggage
even with good friends, it's a lot to manage
and i know this time of year you always miss the ocean

to feel safe you build up walls, build them so high
that next to them you can't help but feel small
repeat the cycles, cos what else can you do?
If you have to go, well that's okay, but i'll still miss you

it's always too much
it's never enough
Track Name: turbocapitalism
Sirens hail the dawn of summer
and the riot cops are out in record numbers.
Flashing lights obliterate the night,
and riot squads push the nightmares out of sight,
and the tourists sleepwalk tight.

Flash bangs set a tone for the evening,
and I can't tell raw emotion from that pepperspray sting.
And I can't help but feel so alive, running for my life.

Wish on a helicopter that it will fall.
Wish for anything at all, and shout at the top of your lungs.
Fight for everything for all.
Track Name: Spread Thin
waking in circles, waiting for the next train
as the focus sharpens, everything else fades away
and in time, nothing else will be left in my life
it takes time, the patterns set and i watch it unwind
the premise already slipped, and i watch the distance grow
looking through the glass, between where i live and my home
am i splitting myself in two, not much is coming on this side
if i have a home, it's connected with roads
while i'm running to, i'm running away
always feeling like i can't stay
walking in circles, waiting for the next train
Track Name: Purged From The Dance Party
There was a time not long ago
when I believed you when you said
there was a new world in your heart - I wonder what was in your head. Because this space that seemed so safe:
a minefield with a welcome sign,
where there's just one safe stand to take and its your place in line. Where the nail that sticks up, well she gets hammered just to cope
with another set of power games that are killing all her hope.

Singing, "So! So! So!" So what the fuck is this?
Self-indulgent hipster kiddies playing anarchist.

Like a backhanded compliment,
like a mutual admission of contempt.
I'm not sad that we won't be missed.
Purges are just part of politics,
but there's part of me that wants to know, was it always just a show? Was there a time we shared convictions, hopes, and even dreams, or was it always just another shitty scene?
Track Name: Guilty of being a parasitic colonizer who benefits everyday from the ongoing dispossession of land and resources and the exploitation of the majority of the world's peoples (aka being white)
The oppression in our scenes, like our patches wearing thin
you can see it through the holes in our jeans, it's written on our skin
cos whiteness is more than a particular hue
it's a social construction in a colonial context
and we are not immune

so let's just admit
this punkscene is implicitly white supremacist
this isn't a safe space, if such a thing could even exist
in a room with those who benefit
from genocide, forced work, and displacement

and this isn't guilt
it's a willingness to see my roles in how these hierarchies are built
cos if you think the real enemy is so different than you or me
then you run the risk of becoming accomplice to racist bigotry

so let's be explicit
this punk scene is implicitly white supremacist
this isn't a safe space, if such a thing could even exist
in a room with those who benefit
from genocide, forced work and displacement

and you know what's implied when you get to decide?
cos not everyone has the privilege to get to choose their side
the way that we live and how we resist
is all tied up in this question of intersecting oppressions

yeah you know it's true, it's a lot to live up to
but what else can you do, but keep on pushing
through it all, it's a long haul
but the struggle carries on and so do you
Track Name: Something Hostile and Alien
What would you do for a paycheck?
And tell me now, do you feel proud?
I know the questions are leading,
but there's no point in deceiving ourselves:
there's nothing that we wouldn't sell.
Give up the best of our days;
go without anything to save, as if we could buy them back.
Pushed through my life by invisible hands,
because the only choice I see is an iron fist.
Too scared to take it on the chin, don't dare to struggle dare to win;
won't risk my skin to save my soul.
Causes and symptoms blur like the weeks,
my pessimism carries me through.
My miseries come to define me, feels like there's nothing I can do.