Light Years

by A Time To Stand

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if you think you've heard this before it's probably because you've heard this before stolen riffs, there's no need to discuss but your stupid band got nothing on us if you think you've heard this before it's probably because you've heard it before nothing new, pretty simple and bland generic pop punk, this is A Time To Stand we are a musical Frank Abagnale a sonic forgery a deja entendu don't look for originality so go ahead and cross your arms while you stand in the back it's not like I care too much because we've got the fun and you got nothing on us there is no novel thought so why get so worked up?
2.
why do I always feel so fucking cold? is it because I'm just skin and bones, I can't get any rest or of the ice in my chest? these days there's nothing left and when it's creeping up inside my empty veins wish I could blame it on the demons but truth be told there is only me fucking scary thought I guess I'll just wait and see I've kept myself good company I pull the blanket tighter and fall asleep alone maybe another six months until I see the sun it's getting harder to not let on to how fucked up I really am sometimes it's like I always knew what was inside of me I kept it bottled up remembering what we used to be I don't talk any reason this can't be justified I think that after all I'm still a pretty selfish fucking asshole guy
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01:52
our friends live down the street but they might as well be dead I guess they took poor cover as the infection spread and I swing the axe like a madman hold on to all my hope I watch your limbs fall off and let it go just let it go I should be sleeping soundly so why am I still here? must have been something you said must have been something that you said we follow roads that once were stepping stones we cast among ourselves there's no more room in hell it's shotguns to the head you and I and the things on the screen what's deader? pizza and The Walking Dead what's better? a sort of new infection I guess we're not immune I tie a four-in-hand and I sit and pick up the remote and I felt it spreading as teeth pierced my skin and missed my heart by one inch by one inch the bodies pile up the fight is not lost 'til we say so dress up fancy for the congregation pull the trigger without hesitation call me long distance just to say hello knock me out flat when my true colors show I know we have to sort this out I know we'll get this sorted out
4.
some day time will die and love will bury it deep in the ground I will stand aside and watch them lower the coffin it seems like yesterday I picked up my bent head and I carry it upon my shoulders like the old man that I am did you think we'd live forever you look at me like: whatever my decision, no ambition I don't take pride in failure it's just the way I am I am nowhere close to win this race watch me run it into the ground from the reclining chair I'll watch them polish their trophies I'll point out things for you to look at that will make your smile and I will put my arm around you as the sun shines on the finish line did you think we'd live forever take it slowly, die whenever halfway decent, my achievement I won't climb no ladder that's just the way I roll roll with the punches so I can chuck in my boxing gloves a content second best you spot the sharks and swimming with your teeth clenched won't keep you from sinking like a stone it's everything you've got this life boat's everything you've got
5.
02:42
birth-right and property get off my lawn mentality don't touch my stuff, we cut up rough collective OCD is it a wish for affirmation or just a plot to keep the cash? either way, the one thing greater than your "love" for this land is my feeling of embarrassment every silly flag is just a piece of cloth with paint on it a heavy rain can wash it all off wash it all away neighbors and real estate a fence around a pompous place you can't come in, the color of your skin we can't incorporate if that's the world you want to live in, look up the meaning of hypocrisy and when you've turned your iPad off we can talk about who takes away whose job every random border is just geometry that someone did the aftershock will shake it all up shake it up for good the talk of regulation that you're insisting on it's just I wonder why those rules don't go for everyone it really is that simple while you sit behind locked gates your money crosses borders every second, every minute every hour, every day and someday you are gonna pay
6.
listen up kid you can't live around the biological imperative tough shit, get with it food chain, it's just the way it is their lame excuses make me smile on the inside 'cause I know it's just what makes them sleep at night don't ever let them drag you down stand tall, stand your ground don't let them think you're so naive their "natural order" is make-believe don't think nothing can ever change call them out on their bullshit game don't ever let them drag you down stand tall and stand your ground the apex predator hunts down his prey neatly packaged in a styrofoam tray armed with a credit card and his head way up the ass
7.
a thousand torches have been passed over time seems so simple but it's never easy too close for comfort as we see the light let's use the thing to light the flat screen TV head over heels to the tune of turning wheels like a siren song to your ecstatic eyes lightning never strikes the same spot twice and so we stick to what we know and so we keep our voices low let others run the show stick to what we know a breath of prayer turned into fervent hymns a spark of hope turned into neon lights when trusting fools and scientists have become synonyms we're thinking progress when we're actually inside the gilded cage pacing back and forth inside the gilded cage we're pacing til the show comes back on the wisdom of the world is advertisement the revolution won't make the evening news do you feel like they're laughing at you through the TV I know I do
8.
this is the difference between what's in your head and what's real really important as you're losing sleep on this so throw me a line counting the days 'til the wounds heal with time you're out there circling the remains of a promise endlessly throw bottles in an arc pretend we're watching shooting stars a sappy story but at least it has free beer you were never good at faking it I guess it's what you make of it I cannot judge but I can offer to be here I'll be a milestone I'll be a map to the frontier you'll find your way home 70,000 light-years
9.
speak up, speak up there is so much bullshit going on you know this goddamn well put a little strength in your morale and don't be afraid to tell you keep your mouth shut turn the other cheek and one blind eye you keep your mouth shut in time you'll choke on that humble pie speak up, speak up speak the fuck up let them hear your voice however soft make sure not a single word is lost or else the problem's never solved you're just as much to blame you hang your head in shame when you shun your responsibility it's disagreement this, it's disapproval that well, they will never know unless to start to speak up if you call this faith then I want nothing to do with it if this is organized religion, I'll stay unorganized keep your control mechanisms, you backwards decisions and chauvinism because I don't wanna be no part of this
10.
we showed up way too early in the parking lot I forced down my beer pretending it was good pretending I did no feel awkward and dismissed among all these older kids then the lights went out and the volume up and that's when people starting going nuts someone put a flare gun to my eardrums a sonic spark to my bottlerocket heart the wave that swept over me was like a hammer to the knees I guess no one knew they were creating history on the ride back home I watched the ghost face in the bus window the adrenaline was fading but the excitement stayed from that day on I showed off all my bruises and my copy of No Retreat my life would never be the same I'm sure that somewhere out there is the kid that I was 15 years ago listening to something they never knew existed for the first time in their life
11.
we got in, turned the ignition and drove all night we stayed up, we flipped the record and we danced all night you're only as lonely as you make yourself feel
12.
skinny dudes in tank tops and it's ten below outside the eye of the beholder on the floor tonight who's the toughest of them all, I'm pretty sure it's you I hope that Disney sues you for your Star Wars tattoos I don't consider myself anti-fashion it's just I don't care much/at all but when you take what's mine and turn it upside down I'd rather go home and stare at a wall they advertise it and you pay the price and while you're on top of your game, man you trivialize it your ego's writing cheques your body can't cash you're so full of balderdash Jesus saves, Gretzky scores clothes make a man, kids make the clothes sheep in wolves' fancy stitch but more like dogs doing tricks skinny dudes in tank tops and the rage feels out of place it's time to put your money in your angry face bottoms up to counter-culture, what a sweet disguise this one's made of sugar, spice and everything nice it's the Asylum version of rebellion commodified and cynical I see a fireplace DVD run in your eyes I'd rather go home and stare at a wall your ego's writing cheques your body can't pay you motherfuckers play too much GTA you've got your orders to obey
13.
cellophane wrapper compact disc flyer, leaflet, special offer compact disc that's right, I'm bitching about this interchangable words that speak of doom and gloom and how we waste resources and drive this planet over the cliff is that just me or is something really incongruent here? supply - demand I guess I created this with my own hands we're all cogs in the machine purchasing puzzle pieces in the cellophane wrapper industry
14.
this is where they tie up the loose ends of my pathetic life your head's a ton of bricks and my heart's a million butterflies both can wear you down in time the ups and downs, the lows and highs as we race into oncoming traffic this should be none of my concerns tonight the story that screenplays are made of I can't help but think that something's gotta give see myself starring alongside the girl that I trusted the most drops her eyes like snakeskin to the floor no one's ever kicked in my teeth like this before crazy how you think you knew the mind that means the most to you I pick up the pieces 'cause there's really nothing else to do I've never been much of a hero your poetic justice is laughing me right in the face fade to black on the yellowing pages a dime novel leftover, nothing pyrite can stay of all the things that could have happened

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released April 5, 2019

Cat. # '59SRS-050
Vinyl / CD release date: April 5, 2019

Co-released with:
• Fond Of Life Records (Germany) •
• Disconnect Disconnect Records (UK) •
• Keep It A Secret Records (Germany) •
• Tief In Marcellos Schuld Records (Germany) •

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