1. Swamp Too
2. The Mask
3. Blurrr! III
4. Misery
5. Leaving
lyrics
SWAMP TOO
Black hand holds the ace
Burned but survives, play one more deal
Buried the body, it’s gone from our mind
Friends fade into the haze, gunfire’s gone, it’s history
The hand still holds the final ace, waiting to show the losing hand
Can’t outrun the heat, pursue, take flight, disappear
Drink up you’ll be fine, smash the bottle one more time
Drink up you’ll be fine, never catch us for the crime
Silver wing tips, with a cloak, descending, vacant and dead
You will be hunted down, leave the kill to someone else
Stare all you like, eyes always tell
Into the abyss, this will be your last move
Once was lost, now is found
Scatter like leaves, let’s go to ground
Not long til it all goes down
In the desert you can't drown
The lady appears to save the day?
This will not be pleasant, there’s one last play
THE MASK
We don’t think when we speak
We say things we don’t mean
We don’t think when we speak
We react
BLURRR 3
Blurrr!
MISERY
Numb my brain
Shut away the pain
The fire comes
The sky will fall
The mirror cracks
The faces fall
My misery
It's always there for me
My misery
Live with my misery
LEAVING
Miles and miles and miles of highs and lows
Where we gonna crash? Nobody knows
Tour bus legends 2009
Time to say goodbye for one last time
Play and drink, move on and do it again
Play and drink, move on and do it again
It's time to go, let's hit the road
We're on our way back home
We got our shirts ripped off in the Czech
Gamberro’s homebrew, getting wrecked
The bombed-out buildings in Bosnia
(Hey Ed!) It’s a long way home from Alsager
Woah oh
Woah oh
Woah oh
Play and drink, move on and do it again
It's time to go, let's hit the road
We're on our way back home
It's time to go, let's hit the road
We're on our way back home
500 miles, 8 minutes to play
Climb up the mountain in the rain
Speakers in tents and a homemade stage
Let's stay in this squat for another day
Play and drink, move on and do it again
Play and drink, move on and do it again
It's time to go, let's hit the road
We're on our way back home
It's time to go, let's hit the road
We're on our way back home
It's time to go, let's hit the road
We're on our way back home
It's time to go, let's hit the road
We're on our way back home
It's time to go, let's hit the road
We're on our way back home
It's time to go, let's hit the road
We're on our way back home
It's time to go, let's hit the road
We're on our way back home
It's time to go, let's hit the road
We're on our way back home
2 Sick Monkeys formed in December 2000, primarily to support Darrin Mooney (Primal Scream) in a one-off gig at a drum event
in Swindon...they have now played over 1,000 gigs including 10 European tours and 1 tour of Japan.
They describe themselves as tight, melodic and in your face.
Dead Cross, Retox, and Qui members dish out subversive hardcore with an indignant smirk; come for the riffs, stay for the synth experiments. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 31, 2024
Knockout debut from a Buffalo, New York-based hardcore band who like their riffs sick, their drums fast, and their choruses sticky-sweet. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 28, 2024