gamer grindset [live @ db2024]
from THE GARAGES SIGN OFF @ DESERT BUS 2024 by the garages
written by woosh and Lazaretto originally on Away Games 4: Reunion Tour lead vocals by woosh (wooshorvalley.bsky.social, @wooshofficial) backing vocals by em (vigilanceandgrace.bandcamp.com) lead guitar by bertie (cardboardchords.bandcamp.com, @heyitsbertie) rhythm guitar by rolo (jenandrolo.bandcamp.com) bass by nia (echoparallax.bandcamp.com, parallax.fyi ) drums by cliff sax by rosie (thornsband.bandcamp.com, @rosie.drown on instagram) trombone by lara (larabartel.bandcamp.com, lara-is-a-jellyfish.neocities.org) gang vox and claps by lara (larabartel.bandcamp.com, lara-is-a-jellyfish.neocities.org), louisa (x.com/LouisaBlatt), astrid, ras (ebhband.bandcamp.com), rain, amadis (solarfable.bandcamp.com)
clocking in, all Day, all Night focusing with all of my might the games will never stop at least not until I get to the top faxing masses get in my way but i’ll always be ahead of the game it’s always been for them so i’ll retreat into the lion’s den try all you want to break me down, i’ve already done it myself i’ve got no love, got no scores, got no awards on the shelf maybe i’ve just gone insane since i fit the definition all these days breaking my back without getting recognition coffee in 1s, 2s and 3s choking them down more than i breathe words whizz right past my head but i won’t get off the plate till i’m dead! they say “ana get your head straight! ana, where's your mind at?” “ana can’t do things right! ana failed an at-bat!” well my head is heavy and my mind’s in a daze and i’m pretty sure the real me’s in hell getting raised, so-! try all you want to break me down, i’ve already done it myself i’ve got no love, got no scores, got no awards on the shelf maybe i’ve just gone insane since i fit the definition all these days breaking my back without getting recognition i think i need a moment somewhere else i think i need a moment to myself without the consequence it’s all a little too much for this hell it’s all a little too much for us all can’t you tell and i’ve got a soul of stone from reflection but i need to find my sense of direction tired of being my own villain this bat and ball were made for killin’! so try all you want to bring me down, i’ve already done it myself and if i got no love from any fan, at least i can bring ‘em hell it all just feels so insane, but that’s this splort’s definition i’m making a comeback! Don't care about recognition this bullshits all repetition fire the ammunition god, this ain’t worth the mission maybe this needs revision