I've got pocketfuls of crumpled receipts, just about enough to start a fire. I'll watch the past just burn away. Put the mic stand through the amplifier. Put the bass down, bass down, one time, snap the neck now. Drum set, smash it. Kick the kick drum, one time, kicked in, smashed up, break it, break up.
See the flames begin to crawl, upward. Taste the anguish as they fall, unheard. Hear the record start to skip, unsung. Feel the weight that sunk the ship, so young.
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I've got notebooks full of misshapen words, I'll never speak them anymore. Ten years from now, you won't know my name. Throw the microphone down on the floor. Put the guitar, guitar, one time, through the speaker, splintered, broken. Throw the horns down, one time, horns down, smash them, break them, break up.
The crowds recoil, demand our survival, fists in the air, mouths caked with saliva. But you are the one, the spark that was spawned, who picks up the pieces, and passes it on.
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morganlyndsay
This song is from 5IF's last album, The End Is Here. Basically it's about their breaking up, communicated through the metaphor of the demise of their band equipment. The main message: True Frenziests won't let the music die and will continue to p**** Five Iron's positive and life-changing message on to others. I give this song a 4 out of 5 only because it saddens me that one of the best ska bands to ever walk the planet is no more.