There Are No Clean Getaways

by Linebacker Dirge

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released March 7, 2011

Lyrics by Jason Gibson
Music by Jason Gibson and Aidan Kelly
Recording and Production by Clark Phillips

Guitar and Voice - Jason Gibson
Strings and Voice - Aidan Kelly
Banjo and Voice - Joshua Burnside
Bass - Colm Laverty
Percussion - James Pollock
Additional Voice - Clark Phillips

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Track Name: Hitchhikers May Be Escaping Inmates
It should be mentioned,
As you walk through the door,
That we are scavenging Jackals.
Stronger together, We live tearing out.
Your entrails for our needy,
Bleeding hearts.
But still we won't get far,
For the protein picked from bones is weaker than we know,
And this denial is getting harder.
(Harder)
So let's fight harder for our dinner.

And I wish I knew what to say to you,
To help you realise that this is what,
You and I deserve as we fought to serve only our lusts,
In this quicksand cityscape.
But desperate times call for desperate measures,
And that will be, what's etched on our tombstones.
If we don't kill this and scratch something else into the stone.
Cause we gave up a long time ago..

But screaming these verses will make me remember,
For next time.
That I waste an opportunity by,
Prescribing to,
This crippling loss of drive,
And this penchant to contrive;
Such self pity and sweet excuse,
For ungrateful abuse of time,
As I sink into this Mire.
(Mire)
(Fake fuck)
A liar for my pride.

And if we knew then,
What we know now,
Would it be different?
Would you be different?
'Cause all that's clear is that,
We get what we deserve.
So tell me; What do you deserve?

'Cause I'll be here for the next five years,
And it will kill me; Beat by beat.
Of my dark heart, and my crumbling ship,
Should suffice as example.
To you my friends,
That this all ends.
And that tomorrow,
Is already here.
So raise up your fists and complete your lists,
Of to do and to don’t.
Track Name: Blood Bruise
How much of this is your fault?
And how much of me is me?
All I want is to feel that I am in control,
Of what I say and do,
But you're inside me.
I can feel you in me veins;
A shallow whispering that offers sordid reasoning.

It makes me sick to look in the mirror,
And see your face.
These flaws are yours so take them and
Get the fuck out of my blood.

I despise this; My one and only birthright,
That I can't hide.
This - the face of that sick and lonely murderer.
Yes you heard me right,
You're just some sick and lonely murderer.
Track Name: Stand To Arms
I hitchhiked out of our city with an apple in my... throat.
Sure I'd miss every little fraction of my friends and those ten (or so) listeners,
But hate mongers will burn my city to the ground,
With the help of hipsters who'd have you believe that;
Vinyl is pivotal,
That Dubstep is biblical,
And that these words will not mean shit.

But I insist on integrity in my every line,
And it may sound like shit to you, but at least I will know it's mine.
And I will scream until I'm sick of how you lie and fix your hair,
While Josh and Robyn write for reason, not for dumb pussy and treason;

With only one hope; To stick your end away.
With only one need.
With only one dream; To stand upon a stage and blaspheme to impressionable children.

I look for people who feel, think and deal when I need something...
To kill my sperm count that little bit faster, so my bloodline will end right here.
As I am a selfish, contorted, broken, arrogant, hateful, sociopathic motherfucker;

With only one hope; To always be like this.
With only one need.
With only one dream; That these nightmares never end.
To remind me to stand to arms.

Because
I am proud of the things that I've done,
And I am proud of the people I love.
Yes I am so proud of the things that we've done,
And I am so proud of the people we've become.

And it only took 24 years.