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Broadcaster | Shot Not

by Broadcaster | Shot Not

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1.
Twenty-two years with the same damn luck But no one can say, "You didn't learn too much" Cause the kids who called you a fag in the halls Are working at the shopping mall And you remember how it felt to count Down all the days till you could just get out And you wrote your lyrics on your bedroom wall But no one seemed to care at all So we're singing.. Take me back to grade school, take me back in time I want to color crayons outside all the lines Take me back to high school for a second try I want see the faces that always spit on mine Twenty-two years, but the fact remains No one wants to hear your songs again But you'll keep on at it till the clock runs out Cause soon enough they'll come around And maybe try to redeem themselves Cause everybody's friends when there's a band to sell But you can't have your morals and your money too And which one did you think they'd choose?
2.
Your words ain't too sentimental You ain't got no heavy thoughts Most of them seem just accidental And they end where they start And you seem so disinterested If it isn't modern art Well, there's more backbone in a punk rock song Than all of your internet blog So, prove me wrong Let's hear your songs And all of the kids singing along Your actions are confrontational Looking for an easy fight Well, you got odd sources of information But you claim it's alright I don't want to hear your solutions Of what's real lasting art To be honest, that don't concern me much
3.
There's just nothing there (the silence is growing) Nothing to see or feel, or nothing to laugh at All was lost long ago once you pushed the idea The memories filtered through the now We know what's been said and the silence's been growing Hear the emptiness Maybe anger for caring isn't a fair trade Maybe the apathy once shown was never fair I'm wrong, you're wrong To face it, we'll never admit it Perhaps I wasn't the best But I'd never do what they did Can't think of tomorrow, cause i'm not over today You said you were mad I was there, and I didn't care I just wanted to let you know that I could have been there in April To bike to my good friend's house, do nothing and sit on the couch
4.
It must have been in the backyard, we were drinking beers. The sun buried itself below the horizon. Out of place and out of time we watched another season die. Romanticize our faults and addictions, we blurred reality with fiction. But at some point, I'm left thinking this whole place is sinking down. It's hard to move forward when you're stuck looking back. Just like this dull back porch light, my future is blurred completely out of sight. Too blind to see what is really wrong with me. I am awkward and uninvited. Lonely and lost. Tracing back these meaningless memories and subconscious thoughts. Just speak up and I'll listen to you. I don't ever want to lose the time. I don't want to ever lose the time with you.

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A four song album, with two songs by each of the bands.

Broadcasterny.bandcamp.com
shotnotband.bandcamp.com

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released September 10, 2011

Broadcaster:
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Jesse Litwa: Guitar, Vocals
Tom Kelly: Bass
Anthony Vito: Drums

Shot Not:
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Alec Brownwortn: Drums
Tom Hanley: Bass, Vocals
Neill Cawley: Guitar, Vocals

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Meadowbrook Records New York, New York

Long Island, New York

Meadowbrook Records, Inc.
2010-2013

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