A New Reason For The Same Old Mistakes

by Love Roses

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Recorded and mixed by Lance Koehler at Minimum Wage Recording

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released April 16, 2017

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Love Roses Richmond, Virginia

punk hardcore rock and or roll from rva

colin - bass/vox
brandon - guitar/vox
david - drums

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Track Name: Hospital Jazz
i want to be hospitalized
i want to be romanticized
i want to stitch my face across the sky
i want to see that look in your eyes
when i cross over to the other side

in/out patient
somebody call in the nurse
my anesthesia wore off like a widower's broken heart


i wore my dancing shoes inside the ICU
they played my favorite song, a lovely flatline tune
they call it hospital jazz whenever death swings through
"may i have this dance" the coroner asks you

and we know, and we know
just how bad this news is gonna go

in/out patient
i want to be hospitalized
my anesthesia wore off like a flesh eating kiss


i wore my dancing shoes inside the ICU
they played my favorite song, a lovely flatline tune
they call it hospital jazz whenever death swings through
"may i have this dance" the coroner asks you

someone, someone cut the fucking cord
someone, someone pull the fucking plug
Track Name: RTD
I have no original thoughts
Indoctrination is what I've got
I see the world just how they want
'Cause I've been reading the Times Dispatch

It's hard enough just staring at the walls
Now I gotta worry if the sky's gonna fall
Are we coughing up blood?
No, we're coughing up ink
Am I front page news?
Well, tell me what you think

Hot off the press, cold to the touch
Can't look away, 'cause it's never enough


I've been reading what's going on
Everything I think is wrong
I can't have a point of view
'Cause they've told me what is news
Wire stories fill the page
World markets crashed yesterday
Everything you see is fake
If it's not on the printed page
In the Times Dispatch (In the Times Dispatch)

Pay a dollar every day
To have them tell me the way
To see the world and live my life
Let them tell me what is right
Media arm of the one percent
Who will get the endorsement?
Everything you see is fake
If it's not on the printed page
In the Times Dispatch (In the Times Dispatch)
Track Name: You're Cool But Your Friends Are Assholes (ft. Jean-Baptiste)
play something cynical and catchy for the cattle
they sway to the rhythm like they're lambs to the slaughter
okay i think they're ready like they're charging into battle
turn it up! turn it up! turn it up!

(let's go) six strings got you questioning their lessons
(uh huh) six strings got you cutting up your clothes
(alright) six strings sending bricks through their windows
turn it up! turn it up! turn it up! turn it up!

(come on) come see me inside out, heart on my sleeve
(uh huh) my words are feedback but there's always something beneath
(oh yeah) these kids don't know what they fucking need
turn it up! turn it off! turn it up! turn it off!

come on, play something new
oh we know who we are but who the fuck are you?
oh yeah, play it cool
until it's cool to play dead and there's nothing else to do

you want your next tattoo idea? (yeah)
burn it off with cigarettes in ten years (oh yeah)
replace complacency with anger and fear?
then turn it up! turn it up! turn it up! turn it up!

(alright) first verse felt like a shot to the head
(uh huh) by the bridge, we thought we're better off dead
(okay) final chorus but the sets never end
so turn it up! turn it up! turn it up! turn it up!

turn it up! turn it up! my face peeled off from all the feedback
turn it up! turn it up! my ghost dropped off my last big comeback
turn it up! turn it up! my soul's release date has been pushed back
turn it up! turn it up! turn it up! turn it up!

come on, play something new
oh we know who we are but who the fuck are you?
oh yeah, play it cool
until it's cool to play dead and there's nothing else to do

they gave you something new
something cool that you can sing along to
but it's just a chorus of assholes
(ahh ahhHH AHHHHHHHHHH~)
AND THEY GOT NOTHING TO SAY

so turn it off
Track Name: Off Script
if everything we say is so scripted and everything we do is restricted
i say we go off script, i say we just jump ship
let our bodies wash up with the tide
they say to hold your tongue, they say the good die young
they say don't play with guns but what do they know?
we say we'll have our fun (yeah) our fucking day in the sun (yeah)
we say we're second to none but what do we know?

if everything we do is a cliche and all of our heroes are dead
i say we turn the page, i say we break this cage
let your body careen into mine
they say to hold your tongue, they say the good die young
they say don't play with guns but what do they know?
we say we'll have our fun (yeah) our fucking day in the sun (yeah)
we say we're second to none but what do we know?

you say more than you know
we know more than you think
Track Name: Dead Weight
strung out on no strings attached
i left my bright future buried in the past
and now i sit and think of where it wrong
but my lowest points came with some awesome songs
so we remind ourselves it wasn't all bad
'cause yesterday's scars were the best times we had

so tell me now, oh sugar, were they kind to you when they kicked in your teeth?
so tell me now, oh honey, what those tugged at heartstrings buried underneath?

bought in then got buyer's remorse
i paid my weight in gold to a trojan horse
but it's not so bad, burning at the stake
to have loved and lost is just the price we pay

so tell me now, oh sugar, were they kind to you when they kicked in your teeth?
so tell me now, oh honey, what those tugged at heartstrings buried underneath?
and tell me now, oh lover, were those rolling eyes ever set on me?
and tell me now, oh baby, why the coldest stares, they come with ease?
Track Name: North Star Noose
i did a bad, bad thing the other night
i shot a man in richmond just to watch him die
i tied a girl to the tracks and waited for a train to strike
i did a bad, bad thing the other day
i bombed my bloodstream's prison and freed my vital inmates
i crashed a car on the highway just to park in the flames

repent means nothing when there's nothing to lose
descent means nothing when there's nothing to prove
torment means nothing when it'll only amuse
wise men bring you nothing but a north star noose

i did a bad, bad thing the other night
i found a box of old mistakes and i looked inside
i found pictures of our youth beside pictures of our demise
i did a bad, bad thing the other night
in my loneliness and boredom, call her just to say hi
and got nothing but a minute of pity on the other line

repent means nothing when there's nothing to lose
descent means nothing when there's nothing to prove
torment means nothing when it'll only amuse
wise men bring you nothing but a north star noose
Track Name: 15 Minutes
hold that pose, hollywood
'cause every side of the story looks just as good
it's times like these we know we shouldn't be left alone
and i've missed all the reasons that made me leave my home

i said "it doesn't get better" but it could
i atoned for my sins, made my peace as they torched the wood
and i tried my best to be put to rest but there's another round calling my name
let my aura rot on the walk of fame

we don't miss notes and we don't beg
we don't dance without a gun to our heads
what keeps us pleased is something we don't have
we're just one blackout away from forgetting the past

take my 15 minutes to the sea
and name the next disaster after me
when i blow through this god damn town
try and act like i ain't a legend now
take my 15 minutes to the sea

we don't miss notes and we don't beg
we don't dance without a gun to our heads
what keeps us pleased is something we don't have
we're just one blackout away from forgetting the past
Track Name: Fred Astaire
face first grace / long way up
unpaved roads / long way home
undertow / ocean's love
six feet deep / six feet sleep

i've been dreaming of dying in my sleep
dreams come true, dreams without you

sheep count lost / paralyzed life
thread count burial / all's well
good day's grief / good night's sleep
8 hours sleep / that ends well

i've been dreaming of dying in my sleep
dreams come true, dreams without you

and when you say im a dead man walking
i know you mean im fred astaire
Track Name: YUGE
knock em down and fly the flag
the voice of reason's your punching bag
guns and ammo will keep us safe
the stench of truth stinks up the place

you promised the pigs they could fly
you promised there'd be eye for an eye
you promised the bad guys always die
you promised, you promised

"let's destroy them all" i never said that
"let's deport them all" i never said that
"they'll pay for that wall" i never said that
"fuck them all" well, i probably said that

you promised the pigs they could fly
you promised there'd be eye for an eye
you promised the bad guys always die
you promised, you promised
Track Name: Mirror Mirror
mirror mirror tell me... why this city, it buzzes like white noise last requests
mirror mirror tell me... why these lovesongs travel like ghost ships sink
mirror mirror tell me... why the gun crashed the knife fight
... why i can't get anything right?

we're the missing pieces of evidence from a punch drunk punk crime scene
we're the smoking gun, we're the fingerprints
we're the washed up fucks who never did anything
nostalgia pollutes us
we run for fun back into the flames again
and we never learned a fucking thing

mirror mirror tell me... whose face you show me, i just dont know him
his eyes too hollow and his cheeks are pale and his lips are cracking and his skins too frail
mirror mirror tell me... am i wrong for laughing if this life's a joke
and well if death's the punchline, could you tell it again?
because i didn't quite get it the first time

we're the missing pieces of evidence from a punch drunk punk crime scene
we're the smoking gun, we're the fingerprints
we're the washed up fucks who never did anything
nostalgia pollutes us
we run for fun back into the flames again
and we never learned a fucking thing

we don't need another pick me up
we don't need another pick up line
we don't need another notch in our bedpost
we don't need another better half
we don't need another cry for restitution
we just need another reason to live

we're the missing pieces of evidence from a punch drunk punk crime scene
we're the smoking gun, we're the fingerprints
we're the washed up fucks who never did anything
nostalgia pollutes us
we run for fun back into the flames again
and we never learned a fucking thing
Track Name: Spider Bite (ft. Greg E)
walking back into the party where fake friends fuck themselves into confetti
celebrate with drawn on smiles, take the picture, pick a filter
cross your fingers while they're cut into cake (into cake...)

paper cut, paper cut - well am i really dried up if i bleed this much?
and will we still hear them whisper with our doors locked shut?
are we still keeping secrets when we spill our guts (spill our guts...)

and i woke up feeling like i was already dead

juliet, she's got a reason for leaving romeo in pieces
he changes with the seasons
young love's loaded like a gun and every catchy one liner
hits like poison on the tongue (on the tongue...)

we got the bombs, we got the bends
we got a growing collection of ex-friends
we got the beat, ain't it sweet?
stumble around like corroding drum beats (drum beats...)

and i woke up feeling like i was already dead

a necrotic lesion
two bite marks in my skin
she sunk her teeth in deep
when i was trying to sleep

i got a spider bite
i got a spider bite

the dead skin all around
my flesh is turning brown
my skin is falling off
and i can't make it stop

i got a spider bite
i got a spider bite

and i woke up feeling like i was already d e a d
Track Name: 9/3/89
september 3, 1989
they think we've lost our minds
i think they're right

what's left to say when they don't listen to you?
what's left to do when they tell you to move?
well, let's move

september 3, 1989
they think we've lost control
but i think they've lost their spines
and i'm sick of complying

what's left to say when they don't listen to you?
what's left to do when they tell you to move?

let's move!

september 3, 1989
they think we got no rights
that's where we draw the line

what's left to say when they don't listen to you?
what's left to do when they tell you move?
nah, after you

the cops are outside but that's alright
we'll be just fine
Track Name: The Briley Brothers
the briley brothers took to the streets (oh yeah oh yeah)
shot and butchered everyone they'd meet (oh yeah oh yeah)
the briley brothers see you all alone (oh yeah oh yeah)
then the briley brothers enter your home (oh yeah oh yeah)

eviction notice on heaven's door
no vacancy on hell's gate

serviceman, oh he's out of service (oh yeah oh yeah)
baby sitter, she's got no purpose (oh yeah oh yeah)
car jacker, jacked up by a cinderblock (oh yeah oh yeah)
DJ johnny G, headshot in a car trunk (oh yeah oh yeah)

eviction notice on heaven's door
no vacancy on hell's gate

you would've died soon anyway (briley brothers)
you get yours, we'll get away (briley brothers)

we're prowling the streets at night (oh yeah oh yeah)
we see you lock your door tight (oh yeah oh yeah)
the briley brothers love a good fight (oh yeah oh yeah)
but you're too scared to run, right? (oh yeah oh yeah)

say it
Track Name: Skin Graft
SKIN GRAFT! wanna be somebody?
SKIN GRAFT! wanna be disembodied?
SKIN GRAFT! have your old face forgotten?
24 hours on the vagabond news!!

NEWS FLASH! sold my soul to my shadow
NEWS FLASH! said my prayers like they mattered
NEWS FLASH! this heart break fits a pattern
24 hours on the vagabond news!!

i saw the sun set into comatose under the sea
i saw the new blood plagued by old disease
i saw the boys and the girls struggle to fit in
i saw the emergency broadcast system slit its wrists

FUCK YEAH we want cities coast to coast under a cloud of smoke on every TV screen
FUCK YEAH we want twenty drunk drivers, twenty car pileups from the street
FUCK YEAH we want bombs, bombs, all american bombs as we sit down to eat
FUCK YEAH we want hookups, close ups,shake ups on the daily deceased

i saw the news anchors turn to mannequins
i saw the population killed by its medicine
i saw the boys and the girls chewing off their lips
i saw the stories break like porcelain

SKIN GRAFT! wanna be somebody?
SKIN GRAFT! wanna be disembodied?
SKIN GRAFT! have your old face forgotten?
24 hours on the vagabond news!!

NEWS FLASH! sold my soul to my shadow
NEWS FLASH! said my prayers like they mattered
NEWS FLASH! this heart break fits a pattern
24 hours on the vagabond news!!

FUCK YEAH we want cities coast to coast under a cloud of smoke on every TV screen
FUCK YEAH we want twenty car pileups, twenty drunk drivers thrown from their seats
FUCK YEAH we want bombs, bombs, all american bombs as we sit down to eat
FUCK YEAH we want hookups, close ups,shake ups on the daily deceased

SKIN GRAFT! wanna be somebody?
SKIN GRAFT! wanna be disembodied?
SKIN GRAFT! have your old face forgotten?
24 hours on the vagabond news!!

NEWS FLASH! sold my soul to my shadow
NEWS FLASH! said my prayers like they mattered
NEWS FLASH! this heart break fits a pattern
24 hours on the vagabond news!!
Track Name: Love Roses
she said "what do you think of love?"
i got a thousand useless cupid's arrows in my chest and my throat
it's not you, it's just me, it's every word in between
those little bursts of confidence when i get the courage to speak

"love", somebody said it was a battlefield or a burning arrow
either way i'm a victim, i'm a product of the system
i am proof there's passion in the peril

because the nights, they never get shorter
and the end is already here
but this apocalypse is right here and right now
so let's sing til we disappear

she said "what do you think of roses?"
i like them better at funerals or on stage, i picture me in their place
i know it's classic, i know it's tragic
but i always hated how the pleasure never equaled the pain

because the nights, they never get shorter
and the end is already here
but this apocalypse is right here and now
so let's sing til we disappear
Track Name: 10 Cent Beer Night
they thought it'd be a good idea
they thought we'd celebrate and cheer
texas vs cleveland, on a summer night
selling 10 cent beers

25 thousand fans packed the place
i saw a streaker take second base
with every inning that passes, we're buying 10 more glasses
of those 10 cent beers
jenkins dropped to the ground
face down on the pitcher's mound
and the crowd grew louder saying "hit him harder!"
drinking 10 cent beers

tie game and someone ran out, tried to take jeff's cap
jeff tripped up, dugouts cleared and that was that
texas boys comin out swingin their baseball bats

and we rushed the field!


i don't give a fuck if you wanna start a fight
cause you're not gonna ruin my night
(got nothing to lose, got no excuse)
when it's 10 cent beer night!
and if you ask me now what was the best time of my life?
you bet i'd say tonight
(got nothing to lose, got no excuse)
when it's 10 cent beer night!

well what do you think happened next?
WE FUCKING RIOT what did you expect?
grab whatever you can

forfeit the game, just call it off
we're uncontrollable, we're savage beasts
and it's a tragedy, nothing i've ever seen
but it's the greatest night of my life

and we rushed the field!

game on, lets go!
'cause i'm ready to explode!
game on, and this crowd is gone!