Hey Death

by Pass Away

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Isaac "Izzie"
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Isaac "Izzie" Everything you could want from a short, punk EP. Fast, to the point and fun as hell to sing and jump to. This is a band with an unsurprisingly HUGE potential. Favorite track: Monster.
Michael Lemmons
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Michael Lemmons What a solid fucking record. Reminds me of the glory days of 120 minutes when music wasnt so rigidly codified. Sure its punk, but not arguably so. Ive probably listened to this about a hundred times and it keeps getting better. Favorite track: Monster.
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released February 5, 2015

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tags: punk New York

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Pass Away Brooklyn, New York

Kellen Robson - Bass / BGV,
Eric G Fairchild - Drums, Mike Ireland - Talent

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Track Name: Quick Fix
i need a quick fix to get me moving. maybe a shot and a cigarette. maybe a cold beer and i'll be set. anything to get me out of bed, i need a quick fix. Hey Death, are you gonna be here soon? I've been right here waiting for you. Austin's drinking mexican, Pappy's drinking Irish. I need a quick fix.
Track Name: Currituck Sound
i'm an engine losing steam. i'm the dirt that can't be cleaned. i'm the anchor dragging you down to the deep dark bottom of the long island sound. catch me giving a fuck. i'm done with this shit i'm giving up. cold nights freeze into days. i lost my heart in a drunken haze. i'm an engine losing steam. i'm the dirt that can't be cleaned. i'm the anchor dragging you down to the deep dark bottom of the long island sound. i'm packed and ready to go through all these motions 'til i explode. a lit fuse of dynamite, i'll burn out without a fight. i'm an engine losing steam. i'm the dirt that can't be cleaned. i'm the anchor dragging you down to the deep dark bottom of the puget sound. i'm an engine losing steam. i'm the dirt that can't be cleaned. i'm the anchor dragging you down to the deep dark bottom of the currituck sound.
Track Name: Monster
i am a monster. the fucking worst guy on earth. a fucking liar. if you don't try, you won't get hurt. i woke up from a dream, looked around at all your things. panic hit me harder than a train. shaking in my bed, there's demons in my head. panic hit me harder than a train. i am a monster. the most terrible friend on earth. so uninspired. if you don't try you won't get hurt. i woke up from a dream, looked around at all your things. panic hit me harder than a train. shaking in my bed, there's demons in my head. panic hit me harder than a train. i am a monster.
Track Name: The Blue Hour
the grey of the morning compels me to blind myself from all that i see. smash my face into the concrete. have the police come arrest me. i deserve to burn, take the blade deeper. there's no return from this. can you hear me screaming in hell? on my bed of nails i wait. my body's on fire, set to expire and all i can see is your face. the blue hour comes with the devil, with his hands full of cash and a bottle. i took a drink with him and followed. said goodbye to a life that was hollow. i deserve to burn, take the blade deeper. there's no return from this. can you hear me screaming in hell? on my bed of nails i wait. my body's on fire, set to expire and all i can see is your face.
can you see me burning in hell?
Track Name: Comatose
crashing into comatose. sinking in the undertow. i face what i don't wanna know at last. i took a little more than half. i laid in bed and had to laugh. if this is where the party ends, i'm cool. i wrote it all down for you. i couldn't face the pain. baby i just can't believe you got away. so i'll lay down and die. my epitaph will read, " at least the asshole tried. " i had a little more to drink to prevent the worst from happening. like when morning comes with no invite again. then i ate the other half. i laid in bed and had to laugh. if this is where the party ends, i'm cool. i wrote it all down for you. i couldn't face the pain. baby i just can't believe you got away. so i'll lay down and die. my epitaph will read, " at least the asshole tried. "
Track Name: Fuck Outta Here
it's the 600th day i've been gone. i can't even look at my own reflection. hate my face, hate myself, hate the fucking road. i feel like i'm losing my mind. i'm such a dick head most of the time. my friends hate my guts. i'm shit outta luck. time to surrender to home. september fades into october every year, and i'm bumming out everyone, i wanna disappear. wash me away in the pouring rain. dump me out anywhere i won't complain. just get me the FUCK OUTTA HERE. i'm flat on my face in the van. so fucking hungover i don't understand. can't stop throwing up, i pissed in a cup. time to surrender to home. september fades into october every year, and i'm bumming out everyone, i wanna disappear. wash me away in the pouring rain. dump me out anywhere i won't complain. just get me the FUCK OUTTA HERE.