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Ten Years

by Pirates of Suburbia

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1.
The place where I live is no longer a home I’m stuck in this city heartbroken and alone Thought about death for far too long Puke stains on my carpet and scars on my skin Let me condemn all of my friends and kin Wondering where the fuck have I been? This room is empty now and my phone is dead You’ll keep on chasing me while I hide in bed I’m glad these tears they don’t make a sound Now everyone’s gone and I don’t even care Address someone else with all that hot air I’ll savor the silence of my despair Puke stains on my carpet and scars on my skin Let me condemn all of my friends and kin Wondering where the fuck have I been? This room is empty now and my phone is dead You’ll keep on chasing me while I hide in bed I’m stuck in misery but don’t you dare to ask I hate my self-pity so I put on a mask I’m glad these tears they don’t make a sound
2.
F(r)iends 03:56
I’m waking up I’m still drunk wondering what have I done? I’m fool enough to trust everyone My train of thought gives way to thoughts of trains Feels like there’s blood pumping through my veins Everyone’s making mistakes I hate mine the most I just can’t relate to the person I was Sometimes I feel so alone Consciousness without a past My old notebook was written by someone else It’s not about virtue and vice It’s about you, won’t you take my advice? It’s far too real to realize Been friends for years and nights What’s it worth? You have to decide I know what I don’t want tonight Everyone’s making mistakes I hate mine the most I just can’t relate to the person I was Sometimes I feel so alone Consciousness without a past My old notebook was written by someone else
3.
Broke 03:31
It’s the first weekend of the month Spend my entire money on drugs What’s the point of being here? Returning bottles to get beer I can’t stand feeling sad for the sake of feeling sad Hypocrisy of staying bed Trying to forget the dreams I’ve had Remember your parents still love you I wish I had nothing else to do Achieving nothing seems to be most desirable My body tells me it’s enough It’s the other day I come undone Noticing that it’s all wrong Pull myself back up and scream out loud That I need everyone There’s a friend I’m seeing for a while Guess I liked her from the first time My spirit was robbed by fucking jealousy She puts it back into my life This free love is just a joke Got to pay my debts but I’m fucking broke Change my attitude but it’s too late Writing songs that I fucking hate Playing in a band is just an excuse for getting wasted
4.
This economy and love share too many words Possession is suffocation We’re build on envy and greed jealousy and hurt We’re trained not educated Needless to say, my heartache won’t go away The tighter you hold on Why are we more ashamed of our love than of our hate? You’re fucking up my head with concepts of yesterday It’s what we’ve all learned: love is something you earn We’re trained not educated Let’s try to love and let love not get married in church Possession is suffocation Needless to say, my heartache won’t go away The tighter you hold on Why are we more ashamed of our love than of our hate? You’re fucking up my head with concepts of yesterday One day desires will show It's not your body I own With some trust and a smile All our goodwill and our time Let our agreement be trust In all our needs and our lust Let's sweep the dust off our hearts This economy and love share too many words We’re trained not educated Let’s try to love and let love not get married in church Possession is suffocation
5.
The doors of perception are closed by the most narrow minds of all All aspiration and hope shall be drowned in alcohol Cause they need empty minds for them to spread their lies An open consciousness is being criminalized Just keep your curtains closed And lock your kids indoors Annihilate your soul Afraid of losing control This way to freedom is lost A broken key is stuck in the lock And all the shit that is left: Parties, ODs and brainfuck I fear the morning to come Poisoned body burned by the sun I’m just trying to forget All the shit I have done Just keep your curtains closed And lock your kids indoors Annihilate your soul Afraid of losing control
6.
Those five years felt like forever Those fading memories like burning candles And time flew by, and nothing’s left Just a sad puddle of melted wax One dog no family, sex and rejection But I’m regaining my independence Loneliness, the price we have to pay But I’m regaining my will to live We’re missing out on our decisions How have we got here?
7.
Construct 02:28
I can’t stand when you need me like that I can’t stand when you treat me like that I can’t stand when you need me the most I can’t stand when you’re running out of hope I can’t stand when you treat me like that I can’t stand with a gun in my back, with a gun in my back With a gun in my motherfucking back What you gonna do? Everything seems so far away from you I just got nothing to do I think I’ll just smash it all up I can’t stand when you treat me like that I can’t stand when you need me like that I can’t stand when you need me the most I can’t stand when you’re running out of hope I can’t stand when you treat me like that I can’t stand with a gun in my back, with a gun in my back With a gun in my motherfucking back What you gonna do? Everything seems so far away from you I just got nothing to do I think I’ll just smash it all up
8.
A New Era 03:29
I lost my sense of poetry When everyone started screaming No sense for ideology What was I feeling? I’m so drunk I can’t make a point You’re too dumb to talk to My problem’s not smoking joints My problem is what you’re used to Will you ever open your eyes? Will you ever admit you were wrong? Don’t you think people have to suffer If you don’t admit? Fuck you When will it come to an end? The machine guns in your head Just made me sad then Well, it’s true If you don’t listen to what I say I tend to run away Couldn’t care less about you You lost your sense of good and bad When you forgot what peace was No sense for ideology Harassment was what you got Will you ever open your eyes? Will you ever admit you were wrong? Don’t you think people have to suffer If you don’t admit? Fuck you When will it come to an end? The machine guns in your head Just made me sad then Well, it’s true If you don’t listen to what I say I tend to run away Couldn’t care less about you
9.
I couldn’t write a song in months Guess I’m all too busy getting drunk And trying not to feel as miserable as I used to feel Today I’ve got to find something else For this thing I call myself Recently I had to break up With a girl that I still love It just became too hard to breathe I can’t stand to be someone’s property I hate to be the object of expectation I don’t even care bout my expectations But now I feel pretty bad And she thinks that it’s pretty sad That I couldn’t stop drinking When we were still together and glad I’ve been drinking for years And she bore it for almost five years Guess that I have to say sorry And that I had a great time my dear Someday my skin will be a lot greener
10.
Everything we know is bullshit Everything we hear we never heard of Everything we want we never wanted And everything we can is fucking useless But still there are some people Trying to sell their shit to me They will come and force us Believing what we want to be They will come and get you To become a battery A long and low life one To obey your enemy You are the enemy They're creating ideas of race and competition You’re automatically in the game They never asked for admission Their fictional needs create hate and racism What will they do once we stop listening? But still there are some people Trying to sell their shit to me They will come and force us Believing what we want to be They will come and get you To become a battery A long and low life one To obey your enemy You are the enemy
11.
- 06:27
I’m rest- and helpless The world is locked I locked it myself I ain’t got no friends Shooting battleships Try invading my space I’m losing my face Towards others Got no one to bother Just got my brother When I’m away Don’t wait for me You could wait for anybody But you shouldn’t When you’re gone I won’t be here anymore Nothing holds me here When you’re gone Already I’m done Society’s gonna kill me Sometimes I’d like to be part of life Sometimes I’m sitting in the dark of life Soon will come the day That I will move away I might slip and I might fall I might lose it all So come here and say goodbye Cause tonight we’re gonna die

credits

released November 6, 2021

Leo: vocals, guitar, synth
Matze: bass, guitar
Flo: drums
Backing vocals on A New Era: Matze, Flo, Anna, Simon, Ben (Braindead Wavelength, Sound Aye), Philipp (Sound Aye, Frank Schepper), Ly (PAAR), Phine (Apian, Uschi)
Cover photo by Michael Kraus (michaelharald.com)
Recorded, mixed and mastered by Leo

Thanks to Dani H., Manu P., Tatjana B.

"Pirates Of Suburbia ist eine von wenig verbleibenden Bands, die wirklich nicht auf gar nichts etwas geben. So manch ein Musiker macht sich vor dem Auftritt Gedanken über Gitarrensound, Instrumentenpflege, Haarstyling, Warmsingen oder das klassische „Was sage ich zwischen den Songs?“, so nicht diese Band. Mir gefällt, wie diese Band für Gegensätzlichkeit steht: Dreckiger Punk (mit eingesträuter Black Metal Stimme !?) wie er im Buche steht, oder besser: auf Platte unangenehm klingt; oberflächliches Songwriting, aber dennoch mehrere Bass-Soli, viele gute Ideen für Melodien, aber leider nicht immer gut umgesetzt… die Liste geht weiter. Ihre Story auf Facebook sagt folgendes: „die band mit dem kürzesten soundcheck no bullshit„ (sic!), was ich bestätigen kann. Dazu kommt noch massig Feedback, das Nicht-Treffen vom Ton und das Einen-Scheiß-Aufs-Publikum-Geben, alles in einen Topf, einmal kräftig umrühren, raus kommt: Pirates Of Suburbia. Voilá."
(Kritik von "Kultur in München" zum Auftritt am 18.5.2017 im 8Below)

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