Rare Pre-Dads band Plesiosaurs. Hear JB shout, shout, let it all out on this track.
Great early indie college rock band. Request for more and i might post some.
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Rare Pre-Dads band Plesiosaurs. Hear JB shout, shout, let it all out on this track.
Great early indie college rock band. Request for more and i might post some.
dads album edit inspired by x
[From the Archive] Dads // Rock City // November 9, 2014
Buy Dads (2) - American Radass (This Is Important) - Flannel Gurl Records - LP, Ltd, Blu - FG 008, includes If Your Song Title Has The Word “Beach” In It, I’m Not Listening To It, Get To The Beach!, Honestly, Chroma Q&A, Aww, C’mon Guyz, Shit Twins, Grunt Work (The ‘69 Sound), Groin Twerk, Big Bag Of Sandwiches, Bakefast At Piffany’s, Heavy To The Touch (Think About Tonight, Forget About Tomorrow)
Sellin this, but it because I have no money. spread the word, make an offer
Ah, Yes. The good ol’ days.
#random #dadsnj #smile 😎
Picked up some packages from the post office today, just got the chance to tear into them. wearentdads vinyl collection is now as follows: BYT...A ;-) Remastered 12" (1st Press: Black variant /100) American Radass 12" (5th Press: Clear w/ Black Smoke variant /800) Pretty Good 7" (3rd Press: Dark Blue w/ White variant /500) Woman EP 7" (Record Store Day) (1st Press: Black variant /150)
I'll Be The Tornado 12" (1st Press: "Water Bubbles" variant /100) (1st Press: "Galaxy" Black/White Splatter variant /200) (1st Press: Hazed Green w/ White variant /300) (1st Press: Clear w/ White Splatter variant /500) (1st Press: Clear Blue variant /1800) (Future Credit Rating, I promise, this was all worth it.)
(I’m looking at) pictures of myself smiling with people I don’t talk to or even talk shit on anymore, I want to talk about them with you. I want to tell you about my past, I want to tell you about trips I took when I was running away or fist fights I got into that got me out of class. I want to tell you about everything, I wish you could’ve been there, I wish you could’ve saved me that summer I swore pictures of planes crashing into bridges was the only way to express how I felt, making broken seals in dissolvable stitches tracing new found veins into each tiny digit, and staring at screens, living life around a battery, “oh i’m sorry, I can’t go out, I’m stuck inside, watching everything eventually go.” But I’m happy because if you let me I will watch you die. I can’t take how easily the earth moves underneath my feet but i’m too restless to sleep, no I haven’t even rest in weeks. I’ve been trying to find myself in others similarities that I could see is this all real life, or is this just all bad TV? Why are we so afraid to watch the dead when they finally die? Is it because we see their opportunities pass them by? There’s a family in a cemetery, there’s a family in a home, If I can’t even afford a grave for myself than why am I so afraid of dying alone?