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Vol. I

by Syndicate

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Mal Parido First heard this song "Partisan" on the Maximum Shitworker comp cassette and probably rewound it like 100 times. The rest of their work on Vol. I is as thoughtful as this track. As they say their sound conveys a "Cynicism of the mind" with an "optimism of the heart." Favorite track: Partisan.
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1.
A screw is dropped at 2:00am It echoes through the hall With dignity and diligence A casualty is born Silent exhaustion The machines are nodding off Graveyard of our youth Under a moon made of iron Wages flow around us Behind curtains, through our palms They kill the love young workers Hide buried in their hearts Silent exhaustion The machines are nodding off Graveyard of our youth Under a moon made of iron We were fine when we came Fine when we left Fine
2.
Partisan 03:07
Loops and sound waves never ending Filed like fish along the avenues at dusk There's a threat so vile, woven deep within your skin Nation's enemy within It all melted to air because the spark Was realized in time Seems as if the first wave to die was always the first wave to try ******* ******* ***, that's what you said to me Being unfit makes us dangerous But all those bonds we share, those precious commons Were left beside the road somewhere It all melted to air because the spark Was realized in time Seems as if the first wave to die was always the first wave to try Seared eyes made so dry By all those neon signs Seared eyes made so dry By all those neon signs Lost our way home Carbonia's ghost plays its music Lost our way home Our home
3.
Tunnels 02:07
Midday we drove Through the frames Prole bodies Wandered side by side Across the tunnels They stumbled on So tired Aimless, monotone Order came and went New world's descent The crowds they pushed The crowds the pulled Strident voices echoed on The minds adrift As fumes remained Soft laughter as song of the swans The walls too tall to climb White walls The walls too tall to climb White walls We were never ready
4.
Shadowed forms on the corner of our street no more In the subway and alleys where stoic crowds once overflowed Sit groups of sharp smiles planning among the dancing smoke Bright flares above the city Signal fires of Death's old ways Against the laws of the nightmare life and a world long gone in insane These sharp smiles pick up the gun And nothing ever will be the same Smiling as they form Smiling as they fight Smiling as they tear apart This life Death's life all around It's the sky against the ground
5.
Our world lacks nothing A desert drier still And nothing really happens I'm paralyzed with fear We work so hard For a relative comfort Misguided, led astray, An invisible hand This counterfeit life In the name of survival Another means to an end So just keep on trying I don't know any other way We work so hard For a relative comfort Misguided, led astray, An invisible hand This counterfeit life Don't let your guard down One error is all it takes Tomorrow you'll start over Safely kept from expired dreams We work so hard For a relative comfort Misguided, led astray, An invisible hand This counterfeit life
6.
In a satellite city Join and hang your head Wrists break on twisted bolts Machines half made of flesh Sullen bodies run on empty Wrapped in leather skin Nodes to your brain and veins And straight back to the grid See the light through the city's bones All together and all alone See the light through the city's bones All together and all alone Copper rhizomes scatter On the walls and overhead Rickshaw carts fill the streets And runners drip with sweat Micro labor eats away at eyes With endless nights on shift Fractured hands and swollen feet On the night road adrift Last week again it happened The sky rained with glass Offices lay torn to shreds And Guards were beaten back Scratched shields with spit and blood In lines of blue and grey Stacked trucks with lifeless forms Soon in one single grave
7.
Dust 02:13
The dust has settled on the city streets leave us alone, our time has come and gone. Locked away we're sent away removed from time and place. To watch but not be seen Footprints in the snow A listless advance The silence, the stillness On our way back home. Out of time and out of place Our world is at war No exit from destruction There's broken glass in the hall And stress in the air, and stress in the air A shot rings out in an empty field our backs up to the wall our bodies bruised and torn. Now we sit and count the days. You said that we'd go far You said that we'd go far.
8.
Commune 02:23
Armed joy fades away Hear the crack of the Party's back A vision now soft fine dust long passed. I thought of opaque glares of the dark nights we'd live to see Solitude grows with facial lines The spirit's shine drains in time All in the cold, dry grip of routine I thought of opaque glares of the dark nights we'd live to see Each rifle's sharp stutter Pierces old Kasserine Now we lay at night hearing only their screams I thought of opaque glares of the dark nights we'd live to see Emerald haze of a distance Transmits the strength For souls in line alight with rage
9.
The self doubt surrounds you You drown in it I'm just another copy Can't find the original I turn around to an empty room with no observers I just disappear If art and reality is a mirror the smoke can't be all too far away from here The self doubt surrounds you You drown in it It seems our identities Just reproduce indefinitely I turn around to an empty room with no observers I just disappear If art and reality is a mirror the smoke can't be all too far away from here The self doubt surrounds you You drown in it Like clouds we drift apart And rifts turn to trenches
10.
Bad Days End 02:22
Fresh morning's golden hue Redacted from all sight In the zero hour below Gloves tighten around the hands Swollen from the rust Of a promise gone so cold Impasse in time For paths that shine Never to see when The bad days end Note passed to hands With nervous flinching eyes With a time and place and call No amount of amphetamine No opiates or prayer Can keep the quiet so long Impasse in time For paths that shine Never to see when The bad days will end Impasse in time For paths that shine Never to see when The bad days will end

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Cassette version out summer 2016 on Commodity Tapes and European vinyl release 2017 on Sabotage Records.

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released October 1, 2016

Recorded and mastered by Bart Thurber at House of Faith in 2016.
Cover art work by Kaitlin O'Connor.

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