Flickering

from DISCIPLINE by the garages

First Section: lyrics by Max Cohen arrangement and performance by Tegan Kronwell

Second Section: lyrics by Max Cohen arrangement and vocals by Melissa Johnson acoustic guitar by Andreas Engström

Third Section: lyrics by Max Cohen arrangement, vocals, and guitar by Riley Banks bass by Andreas Engström drums by Melissa Johnson

Fourth Section: by Zack Eccleston

Fifth Section: by Andreas Engström

Sixth Section: composition, vocals, guitar, and bass by Florian Zandt drums by Melissa Johnson

Seventh Section: lyrics by Max Cohen arrangement and performance by June September

Eighth Section: composition, lead vocals and guitar by Max Cohen bass by Rain backing vocals by Tegan Kronwell drums by Melissa Johnson

(Jaylen, Philly to Seattle)
Travel time from East Coast to West Coast:
One shrieking second
Heard a message from the microphone
But I don’t know what it meant
Hi Lang, bye Lang
I’d love to stay
But the sun’s growing dim and I’ve debts to pay
But the sun’s growing dim and I’ve debts to pay
  
(NaN, LA to Houston)
My Wyatts, my friends
I don’t want this to end
But I’ve heard my old voice spreading hope in the wind
And as sure as I’m NaN
I’m sure of this plan
So goodbye, please write me in Houston
So goodbye, please write me in Hou-

(NaN, Houston to Mexico City)
From the gulf, past the border,
I follow all the leads
I flash to where the milk burns
And the losers succeed
I’ve learned to observe
I’ve learned to redact
Now my spirit turns wild
Time to learn to fight back

(Jaylen, Seattle to Canada)
Coming home felt like a treat
But now I’m leaving bittersweet
This place I knew feels different now
I guess I’m bound for different ground
And maybe north is meant for me
And finally I’ll find some pea-

(NaN, Mexico City to San Francisco)
I wake up with a cold shock, this bed is unfamiliar
Stuck in a dream, it feels so real
The mirror stares back, blood and grime 
Water washes yesterday away
The days flickering by, where am I?
What did I leave behin-

(Jaylen, Canada to Charleston)
You don't know where to look
So you look at my glove
At the stitching flecked with dust
Carrying the ghosts of border roads
And I don't know
If this good boy will find a home A
Alone in the north, but I know
The smacking bats 
Still echo in the twilight ringing true 
With the voices calling me down to Charleston
Down into this den of thieves

(Sixpack Dogwalker, Hawaii to Dallas)
Woof woof, woof woof
Woof woof woof woof woof

Woof woof, woof woof
Woof woof woof woof woof

Woof woof, woof woof
Woof woof woof woof woof

Woof woof, woof woof
Woof woof woofwoofwoofwoofwoof
 
(Wyatt, In the Feedback)
Why can’t they hear me (Where'd you go?)
in the static, the snow? (I'm getting lost in the feedback)
I can feel myself going (Gotta find my own way back)
But I don’t wanna let go (Gotta find my own way back)

With each inch of cable, some meaning is lost (Where'd you go?)
I’m lo-fi and painless, I’ve talked to the boss (I'm getting lost in the feedback)
Your diaphragm's a megaphone, your voice is my voice (Gotta find my own way back)
Put my hope in the shortwave, I don’t have any choice (Gotta find my own way back)

I can see everything (Where'd you go?)
But not how this ends (I'm getting lost in the feedback)
This one’s for my friends (Gotta find my own way back)
This one’s for my friends (Gotta find my own way back)
This one’s for my friends