Gap Year

by darkbeer

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This album has been a long time in the making and it means a ton that you're listening.

Shout outs:
JC at LakeBottom Recording House for recording/mixing/mastering

Mark at Screenin' Fever for making our logo and letting us sleep at his house two times

John Baker for our album and promo art

Rickey at Pipeworks Brewing Co. for letting us take pictures and drink beer at the brewery

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released January 24, 2017

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darkbeer Chicago, Illinois

Sounds like a bunch of dudes who like Superchunk playing music made for bouncy castles.
Adam: Vox
Jim: Drums
Tim: Bass
Zack: Guitar/Maestro

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Track Name: Fat Tire
Breakdown
There's a hole in this rubber tire
It's whistling, I'm wavering
Now I'm here just melting in your rubbish fire
My plastic parts, your plastic heart
I've got a new view about you
It won't change my mind but at least I tried
Breakdown
There's a hole in this rubber tire
And I know

The peace within in pieces
And I'm running out of time to trade these backfired words for a song
It's my cue but the light's on you
Now I'm mumbling senseless words in the dark

I thumbed through all the letters in my dresser drawer
And I found a few that smelled like you
The ink pen had faded into weathered blue
So I went through and redacted you
I wrote new lines
And this time It won't change my mind but at least you tried
I thumbed through all the letters in my dresser drawer
And I know

Pieces within pieces
And I'm running out of time to trade these backfired words for a song
It's my cue but the light's on you
Now I'm mumbling senseless words in the dark
Track Name: Astra
We've got the tools and we've got the talent
You've got a voice and I've got a need
Yeah, we've got the tools and we've got the talent
You've got a voice and I'll make it bleed

I'll scream this so you can hear me
Bigger than the watchdogs
Louder than thunder
It's the clapping hands of suckers going under

Picture postcards out in the sun
The wolves are watching, waiting
Waiting and watching
We've got more than enough from where those are from
The wolves are watching, waiting
Waiting and watching

We go on
You'll warm up to me when I come along
Speaking your father's English
On and on
You said that I'd never come back
But trust me I've come back

You never saw me coming
But now I'm off and running
Bigger than the watchdogs
Louder than thunder
It's the waving hands of suckers going under

Picture postcards out in the sun
The wolves are watching, waiting
Waiting and watching
We've got more than enough from where those are from
The wolves are watching, waiting
Waiting and watching

We go on
You'll warm up to me when I come along
Spilling your momma's secrets
On and on
You said that I'd never come back
But trust me I've come back

Bigger than the watchdogs
And louder than thunder
Track Name: Hoegaarden
We're alive
We taunt the tide
Then we die
Fall and rise

To catch the feeling
Drinking sweet things
Stumbling backwards down your halls
We're alive
We're vampire hosts
I grab your face and forget your name
The eulogy thus goes
Then we die
We're midnight ghosts

The fear-shaped ball
Your fingers, chains
They drag me down and leave me leaving
Near and far
We talk so small
Faucet water and nowhere to go at all
Then I rise as a mourning soul

The fear-shaped ball
Your fingers, chains
They drag me down and leave me leaving here
When I rise as a mourning soul
Track Name: Blue Moon
This traffic light is like last fall
When changes had me down
There was no waiting for regret to set in

Then here we are again
Dancing like mad heathens around the flames in your back yard
It was simpler back then
I had nothing to lose but you to the fire
And I'm already gone
It's you and the fire and I'm already

The dead leaves became us all
And the snow a mausoleum for our plans
And like this traffic light,
Last fall, when changes had me down,
I left it all behind me but the next light just reminds me

That here we are again
Laughing like mad heathens around the flames in your back yard
It was simpler back then
I had nothing to lose but you to the fire
And I'm already gone
It's you and the fire and I'm already gone
Track Name: Hell or High Watermelon
It's one thing to say what we are
It's another to discover that the world doesn't fit
Who we thought that we'd be
And as the nights fade out to another rising sun

That's when the paper comes
Left honest on my front porch
It's black and white and leaves me blue all over
With a pair of dirty thumbs
Leaving gray mementos of me
Oh, all the places I've been before
The doors and the lights and all the days that I've squandered

You said that's what I get because that's what I came for
But if this is it, this is not what I paid for

That's when the paper comes
Left honest on my front porch
It's black and white and leaves me blue all over
With a pair of dirty thumbs
Leaving gray mementos of me
And all the places I've been before
The doors and the lights and all the days that I've squandered

You said that's what I get because that's what I came for
But if this is it, this is not what I paid for
But if this is it
If this is it...
Track Name: Shocktop
The way we replay the days before
Like paper soldiers falling in
Her ghost is banging on my door
Wood panels and hollow tin
Her words like a soft straight jacket
I'm busy zipping myself in
She's counting the petals on the floor when she says,

"Close the book on this one"
You better get yourself a pine box because her love's a killer

Bleach, a sponge, and rubber gloves
Memories and blood
The cover-up

Snap back, pull me up again
A false start to a new beginning
A devil's tail and an angel's grin
Are keeping that hope machine running
Track Name: Tecate
Where's the second chance vendor?
She was here just an hour ago
She's got a body like a band saw
And a mouth like a violin hole

The regret motorcade
And the lonely crow barricades
My ears ringing from her last words
My mind buzzing like a cassette tape

Bright lights, night streets
We've got time to burn
Blood lips, sunk ships
We've got time to hurt

We are dead stars
Losing our timing

New parts, fresh starts
We've got time to learn
The dark's closing in quick
We've got time to get out

We are dead stars
We are dark hearts