Technology and the details into making music have changed from the 2000s to now... Propagandhi songs are so progressing and carefully made specially the three(four) last albums, are very mature
We describe the sensation As a tearing in our chests And there is a quality In Feiburg's father's Post-war wail that reaches Through the world's worst speakers And beseeches Anyone who happens by, On their way to somewhere else - Clicking through the endless screens For the garbage on the shelves Reflections of ourselves - To consider the cost Of all this shit we seem to think Will fill our perforated souls. We're more hole than human being, Can't wash away that stink. 13 billion years in the making: A live, unfiltered moment. An unscripted encroachment Upon the province of routine evil - Of all-too-human people. So pious, so peaceful. So quick to turn on you. Thought I was fucking outta here With two middle fingers in the air. Then like a mile-wide meteor, He came crashing through my door. That's just how it goes. And everybody knows Ain't too much can be done. All the avarice and greed And puny human hatreds That dare to come between two human hearts. I try not to live in fear And I'm truly grateful For every happy moment here. Upstairs I hear her voice She softly singing To him and I come undone. Something wicked this way comes. And that's just how it goes And everybody knows Ain't too much can be done.
Zackary .... I totally relate to your comment. ..Chris thanks for writing Devils Creek. .. miss those days outside the base as well fuck were all getting old .. onward music onwards
We describe the sensation As a tearing in our chests And there is a quality In Feiburg's father's Post-war wail that reaches Through the world's worst speakers And beseeches Anyone who happens by, On their way to somewhere else - Clicking through the endless screens For the garbage on the shelves Reflections of ourselves - To consider the cost Of all this shit we seem to think Will fill our perforated souls. We're more hole than human being, Can't wash away that stink. 13 billion years in the making: A live, unfiltered moment. An unscripted encroachment Upon the province of routine evil - Of all-too-human people. So pious, so peaceful. So quick to turn on you. Thought I was fucking outta here With two middle fingers in the air. Then like a mile-wide meteor, He came crashing through my door. That's just how it goes. And everybody knows Ain't too much can be done. All the avarice and greed And puny human hatreds That dare to come between two human hearts. I try not to live in fear And I'm truly grateful For every happy moment here. Upstairs I hear her voice She softly singing To him and I come undone. Something wicked this way comes. And that's just how it goes And everybody knows Ain't too much can be done.
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May 28th 2018. I don't getting tired of listening to this. ❤
Haven't listened to these dudes in years.. Why the fuck did I ever stop?
Technology and the details into making music have changed from the 2000s to now... Propagandhi songs are so progressing and carefully made specially the three(four) last albums, are very mature
We describe the sensation
As a tearing in our chests
And there is a quality
In Feiburg's father's
Post-war wail that reaches
Through the world's worst speakers
And beseeches
Anyone who happens by,
On their way to somewhere else -
Clicking through the endless screens
For the garbage on the shelves
Reflections of ourselves -
To consider the cost
Of all this shit we seem to think
Will fill our perforated souls.
We're more hole than human being,
Can't wash away that stink.
13 billion years in the making:
A live, unfiltered moment.
An unscripted encroachment
Upon the province of routine evil -
Of all-too-human people.
So pious, so peaceful.
So quick to turn on you.
Thought I was fucking outta here
With two middle fingers in the air.
Then like a mile-wide meteor,
He came crashing through my door.
That's just how it goes.
And everybody knows
Ain't too much can be done.
All the avarice and greed
And puny human hatreds
That dare to come between two human hearts.
I try not to live in fear
And I'm truly grateful
For every happy moment here.
Upstairs I hear her voice
She softly singing
To him and I come undone.
Something wicked this way comes.
And that's just how it goes
And everybody knows
Ain't too much can be done.
Woow! Absolutely beautiful! One of my favourite songs!
I love this song so much....this song has 85% of Garage Fuzz melodies and instrumental reminds it a lot
Can't stop playing on repeat
I am fucking loving this band.
what an amazing track
Zackary .... I totally relate to your comment. ..Chris thanks for writing Devils Creek. .. miss those days outside the base as well fuck were all getting old .. onward music onwards
awsome bass taps
that band
And that’s just how it goes and everybody knows ain’t too much can be done.
Kicking ass and taking names...
Fucking sick tunes people. new style love more and the vocals bad religion propagandhi enjoy these movement🤘🤘
Fucking brilliant! Love it!
first!
We describe the sensation
As a tearing in our chests
And there is a quality
In Feiburg's father's
Post-war wail that reaches
Through the world's worst speakers
And beseeches
Anyone who happens by,
On their way to somewhere else -
Clicking through the endless screens
For the garbage on the shelves
Reflections of ourselves -
To consider the cost
Of all this shit we seem to think
Will fill our perforated souls.
We're more hole than human being,
Can't wash away that stink.
13 billion years in the making:
A live, unfiltered moment.
An unscripted encroachment
Upon the province of routine evil -
Of all-too-human people.
So pious, so peaceful.
So quick to turn on you.
Thought I was fucking outta here
With two middle fingers in the air.
Then like a mile-wide meteor,
He came crashing through my door.
That's just how it goes.
And everybody knows
Ain't too much can be done.
All the avarice and greed
And puny human hatreds
That dare to come between two human hearts.
I try not to live in fear
And I'm truly grateful
For every happy moment here.
Upstairs I hear her voice
She softly singing
To him and I come undone.
Something wicked this way comes.
And that's just how it goes
And everybody knows
Ain't too much can be done.