produced by Zach Bitterman track artwork painted by Katya Andrievskaya
from the album Forgotten Forever to be released on Cooler Than Cucumbers Records
mastered by Deeskee
This song is about trying to accomplish something with your life's work - regardless of what that may be....even if it feels impossible. The title is a reference to an split album by Johnny Hobo & The Freight Trains and Mantits released on DIYBandits in 2005. lyrics I will never make a dance song But you could dance to anything Even the silence that my words bring Drop it like the apocalypse is burning our city down Because the apocalypse is happening right now we don't need no fucking candles this is a vigil for everyone and the candles are these fiery towers surrounding us get low in this hell hole wanted to die like a god damn king on a throne but i'll die alone (moans)
All I wanna write's a song to sing to bring back the dead and fix everything until that day i'll remain a complete failure failure yeah
oh i've stopped writing love songs but you could call them what you want you could say every song i sing's a love song like Crass thought you could argue that every one of these songs means "fuck the cops" it probably does but these words were actually written by all of us and as i belt these bloody words from the bottom of my guts i can feel the stomach acid swimming up to the top of my throat and I think that I know that this bitter taste is in fact just my last bit of hope. im so broke broken with the smoke from burnt buildings choking me totally corroding my innards so slowly. woe is me will i fall to the bottom of the ocean buried in moss? or will i rise up to the high heavenly top only to jump off? even if I wanted to be cream of the crop this work will be tossed and lost with books and dreams in the heat of flames underneath the rubble of a final devastating holocaust nobody's boss and no one's mine til the day i die any motherfucker that'll want to come and try come find me ima keep this pride my sleeves are rolled up working every minute for the fake four throw it up - sho nuff thought I told y'all that i been affiliated with some motherfuckers that can make a building blow up these lips are sewn up we're watching statues crumble down as our heros lose the kids just wanna fuck and drink more booze not hear bad news no i'll never make a dance song for their funeral unless you think that this is one.
All I wanna write's a song to sing to bring back the dead and fix everything until that day i'll remain a complete failure credits released 06 May 2013 words by Ceschi Ramos, music by Zach Bitterman