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"Sarchasm"

by Sarchasm

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1.
What can I do? I’m useless like this to you. I’ve got no heart and my clichés are in a dead end and I’ll never be anything more than a disappointment to my self-esteem though it seems in my wildest dreams. Still I, you and I wither and die. What can I say after that day you left me speechless? What can I say?nWell I…I guess I won’t say anything then. I’ll never create anything that’s worth something. I’ll never create anything. Never be anything.
2.
I can’t surmise the damage from the blast radius. I can’t believe my eyes that it has come to this. So go and think about what you’ve done. You spoiled the party and there you go spoiling the fun. You don’t think twice about the people you toss out. I can’t sympathize, I keep my garbage in the house. So go and keep your friends close and keep your enemies somewhere no one knows. It’s time that you kept your wits ‘cause when you’re kicking the dirt dust storms may exist.
3.
Us Too 01:43
Gridlocked city streets. Bicycle, blood on the pavement. Shaking from cold and caffeine. Just walk it off and keep pedaling. Don’t stop. Don’t stop for anyone or you’ll fall apart. Winter sunset on the train. Oakland blinks by like Christmas lights. Weak orange cutting through the gray. Families settling in for the night. Basement show, central Oregon. Only one way in or out. Smoke trailing to the ceiling from candles the band placed on the ground. Don’t take it personally ‘cause it’s not the same. I fell to my knees on the sidewalk at the corner of thirteenth and thirty-first. The nightmares of burning alive just keep getting worse.
4.
Belong 03:40
What’s the point if I never exist? What’s the point when I’m invisible? What’s the point in a truth that you can’t see. It isolates. You won’t find me ‘cause I just want to feel belonging. I didn’t fight to go back haunting. What can I say? I give you fuel for your bad dreams where you’re stumbling and you’re cut off clean. I took a pill to end my sorrow. Took a pill to help me sleep. Had a doctor cut me open take the hurt right out of me. But what’s the point if you can’t recognize my face? I am disposed. I am erased. I’ll never feel like I belong. Disappoint. We’re not the same, we’re not ‘cause I just wanna feel connected. Not deified, just seen, respected like I’m not an actor trying to prove to you I’m real and now I’m stumbling and I’m cut off clean. When you’re comfortable you’ll see the world don’t like when you can breathe. When you’re powerful you’ll see the world didn’t plan for us to be free. When you’re comfortable you’ll see. I just want to feel belonging. I’m not a ghost for fear and haunting. What can I say? I give you fuel for your bad dreams. I just wanna meet someone like me. I just want to be surrounded by people that I love and know who the fuck I am. What can I say? I don't have time for your bad dreams. I just wanna be someone like me.
5.
Stand at your battle stations. We’re holding out for the rain to march the end of the uphill though it will still be the same. Years down the walls start to close in. Did you think I’d never change? Gasping for air at the surface I think I hate this place. Without you I might be nothing but at least I can be nothing alone. Resentment builds til it gets toxic and I can't stand it anymore. Without you nothing defines me but at least that means that there’s a blank slate. Maybe I can be someone I don’t hate. For every well wish I’m still stuck on the little things. The kiss-offs and snide comments. The bitterness still stings. The noise is overwhelming. I feel like I can’t breathe. Spiral, stare at the ceiling. Someone please just let me leave. You wouldn’t know but we’re halfway from breaking. Any hope is personal and we will turn it into shame . Flustered and broke you wake up tired and shaking. What was the point of it all if you’ve got nothing to show for yourself?
6.
Blacklist 05:23
So you call yourself sellouts as I watch you sweat bullets. I guess I don’t need to try so hard. You made a scene from this city. It’s what you told in the backstory on VH1. I’m watching a rerun. It’s what you told me but I can see in the eyes. So, don’t try and fight it all. It’s not your fault, after all. So you told them and now I’m supposed to follow the words you say. Contractual obligations leaving me with nothing that I can say, unless I pay my dues all to you. It’s what you sold me and I bought into the lies. Trying on your guise to fit into the place we grew up in. It’s all remade and been shelved and you blew through the wealth. What do you regret? Was this the best bet on your last dime? Maybe next time you’ll win. It’s what you owe me for wasting my time standing in line for you and your attitude.
7.
Green Hornet 01:27
Sit yourself down stupid fucking kid. Go ahead and tell me everything you did. Take a minute to compose yourself then tell me what you heard as I cut you down with every word. Gun to my head. Gone to my head. Run to the rafters like the rat you are. Riding in the backseat of your parent’s car. Mind in the sky and hands in the jar. Paying the tolls, raising the bar.
8.
Whoop there goes my future, I guess I’ll live in my parents’ house forever. I wanted direction, guess I got it. Guess my direction’s to my bed. I’m feeling so stupid cause I wasn’t hoping cause I just thought I knew the truth. I thought I knew. I thought I knew you. Now there are not enough distractions in this world to keep me company. Sitting all alone. Apps on my phone. Your smile collected commisery. Opening and closing and opening and closing the same old doors over and over again just to find something. Just to find something to do. We’re so so small. So insignificant, we’re all so insignificant so why does it hurt so much? I just wanna find something that makes me feel like I have purpose but I have nothing. I have dirty dishes in the sink, smell like shit cause I haven’t showered in a week. Everything you feel. Everything you know is true will always be real and they can’t take that away from you. We’re so so small now every moment it feels like it could all come crashing down. We’re so so small. No wonder it hurts so much.
9.
Spy Vs. Spy 02:35
Someday you’ll wake up to find all your enemies are out of time and you’ll stroll out triumphant as the sunlight catches your glasses glint. As you stand there in the dust there’s nothing left to cause a fuss or destroy all that you loved. As if you learned how to love. Someday you’ll wake up to find all your friends have changed their minds and moved out to their own space in Echo Park. What a disgrace. You’re still spinning in the mud. No crash and burn just sputter and thud as you stop and stall to dial the call. Fumbling numbers that you’ll never recall. Oh you.
10.
Just cause I stand on a cliff don’t mean I’m suicidal. Just cause I’m out of a risk it doesn’t mean that I have hope. Just cause I think we should burn don’t mean I wanna light it. Yeah we’re the scourge of the earth it doesn’t mean that I wanna go. I don’t wanna die before I get to fall in love. I don’t wanna die I wanna see where we end up. Just then I sat in my bed mourning the sleep I started. Housed in a comfortable pit but I was catatonic, stone. Now I could drown in the sea, a flood my people started right as I’m wanting to swim. I wanna live. I wanna grow old. I don’t wanna die before I know who I become. I don’t wanna die. I wanna learn. I wanna grow old. I want to live. I want to grow old.
11.
Please Hold 02:00
Oooh.
12.
Supertramp 03:37
I wanna climb to the top of a broken-down building and watch the debris fall into the bay. We can watch the sunset together. We can pretend it’ll all be okay. I wanna burn all my earthly possessions. Drive north and change my name. They’ll find my body in a broken down bus in Alaska. Forever the family shame. Falling asleep standing up on my commute. Daydreaming between customers at work. There’s gotta be more to life than this. Watch the sun come up from freeway traffic and wonder if this is all I’ll ever be. Rooted in place forever telling only the same story. They say we’re all defined by our hometowns no matter how far away you run. Did my grandparents have the same nightmares before they crossed the border alone? I don’t want to feel like this anymore. I don’t want to live like this anymore. I wanna get on my bike and ride ‘til I disappear into nothing. Just wanna drive forever in a van across the country. I wanna create just one thing that amounts to something. I don’t wanna hate myself anymore so I won’t.

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released October 9, 2020

Alex Botkin - Bass / Vocals
Mateo Campos - Guitar / Vocals
Stevie Campos-Seligman - Drums / Percussion / Vocals
Benny Bock - Organ / Synth

Recorded, mixed, and mastered at District Recording in San Jose, CA by Ryan Perras.

Art by Mikhail Castro.

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Sarchasm Berkeley, California

Sarchasm are three introverts with lisps of varying severity and radically different coffeeshop orders, unified by their love of superheroes, burritos, and ugly button-up shirts. They make music about mountains and friendships gone wrong.

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