sonic reducers

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post garage lofi indie soviet punk
"we can write something better tomorrow" - luke 3:22am 5/3/19

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released May 3, 2019

SONIC REDUCERS IS:

luke slomba: guitar, vox (1,3,5,7,8)
ayta mandzheiva: guitar, vox (2,9)
jackson rauch: drums, vox (6)
sebastian fernandez: bass, vox (4)

track 9 written by kirill bledny
all other songs written by sonic reducers

recorded @ jam feb-may 2019
engineered by luke slomba
mixed & mastered by sebastian fernandez

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Track Name: return to ithaca
27 degrees
the world is slowly starting to freeze
everybody's got some troubled thoughts to leave

find yourself in the crowd
of people lost in a blanket of sound
while you're standing there in the flashing dark blue light
and you ask yourself what you're doing here tonight

walk to class for the day
'til you get back home before eight
and this routine is all you're gonna get
for the rest of your life you know what to expect

feels like i think i should know
but my tank's running low
and i know it's the first time
everybody's fears start to grow
should be running the show
take control of my own life
all the things i thought i should want
the appeal has been lost
now it's caught in the landslide

you can't fight nature
you've gotta life your life
you're getting older
and now you've crossed the line
don't have forever
you're running out of time
it's only nature
it fucks you every time

i would stay with you my whole life
on your apartment floor late in the winter night
where everything in the world feels like it'll be alright

but when monday morning lands
i gotta pack it in
and drive 200 miles toward a strange and distant land
where i won't ever see your face again

feels like i think i should know
but my tank's running low
and i know it's the first time
everybody's fears start to grow
should be running the show
take control of my own life
all the things i thought i should want
the appeal has been lost
now it's caught in the landslide

you can't fight nature
you've gotta life your life
you're getting older
and now you've crossed the line
don't have forever
you're running out of time
it's only nature
it fucks you every time
Track Name: everything i hate about american cities
can't get you out of my head and my mind
your constant absence eats me alive
none of your apologies make me feel right

i tear my heart open now
to the core now it's broken down
i tear my heart open now
to the core now it's broken down

i'm not the way you are
Track Name: i know better
you're a die
painted white
but i know better
than to try
to bet my life on just one side

you can say that you're right
but it's a lucky thing
i wasn't born blind

i don't mind
when you lie
looking over
all the lights
and the diamonds in yr eyes

you can say that it's fine
but it's another day
and you've changed your mind

🎵🎵🎵

you're a die
painted white
but i know better
than to try
to bet my life on just one side

you can say that you're right
you can say that you're right
you can say that you're right
but it's a lucky thing
i wasn't born blind
Track Name: cool hair
she said my hair looks cool
i'll never get it cut
no, i'll never get it cut again

she said my hair looks cool
i'll never get it cut
no, i'll never get it cut again

and she'll never know how much that offhand remark meant to me
but i've been dreaming about it, oh yeah

if i could tell her one day
this is what i'd say:

"with all the things i do
i've made sure you never knew
but i'm doing it all for you

with those remarks i make
that always seem super vague
they're about you, everything i say"

and i'm not funny, i can't dance
but damn, i've got good hair
i'm not smart, i trip over myself
but she won't care, no she won't care

she said my hair looks cool
i'll never get it cut
no, i'll never get it cut again

she said my hair looks cool
i'll never get it cut
no, i'll never get it cut again
i'll never get it cut again
i'll never get it cut again
Track Name: bad scene
deep within the suburbs
of southwestern county sprawl
the sons of millionaires are scratching
lyrics on the wall

don't know where it came from
they don't seem to really care
but they liked the aesthetic
so they decided it was theirs

and they're screaming at the top of their lungs playing the music that they stole
about how they're gonna fight the system the system that they control

go sing your songs about the working classes for the masses
and when it's done we'll have a toast with our bulldogs in the mansions
hide it all behind a flimsy punk sheen
and that's alright, i just can't vibe
with this scene

three thousand dollar guitars
to play the same old three chords
you paid some real good money
to make it look like it was worn,
battered, torn

empty my wallet just to enter
but the rooms are always full
your toxic scene has dug its roots
so deep into my skull

and your lifestyle contradicting every aspect of what you preach
cant hide all the wealth that lingers in each ounce of the air you breathe

go sing your songs about the working classes for the masses
and when it's done we'll have a toast with our bulldogs in the mansions
hide it all behind a flimsy punk sheen
and that's alright, i just can't vibe
with this scene
Track Name: everybody's lookin at me now
i thought i could go to the 18th border
the lights that shine in the water
but then the tide took me inside
and everybody's lookin at me now

i thought i could board the plane in time
but voices echoed on the ride
the terminals, the taxi lines
everybody's lookin at me now

and it goes,
save me x9

everybody's lookin at me now

save me x9

everybody's lookin at me now
Track Name: supermarket
А что потом?
Люблю ловить снежинки ртом
Родной портвейн номер 777
С друзьями спали под мостом
Мне снился сон
Мне снился сон (Мне снился сон)
Где ты даёшь то тем, то тем (Туда-сюда)
И не забуду никогда (Тот жуткий сон)
Там разбудили мусора (Скёр-скёр)
Как обычно пинками

Пацаны, меня не хватит
Мне срочно нужен супермаркет
Моё сердечко так страдает
Мне срочно нужен супермаркет
Пацаны, меня не хватит
Мне срочно нужен супермаркет
Моё сердечко так страдает
Мне срочно нужен супермаркет

А что потом?
Люблю ловить снежинки ртом
Родной портвейн номер 777
Друзья уснули под мостом
А я не спал совсем

Пацаны, меня не хватит
Пацаны, меня не хватит
Пацаны, меня не хватит
Мне срочно нужен супермаркет
Пацаны, меня не хватит
Мне срочно нужен супермаркет
Моё сердечко так страдает
Мне срочно нужен супермаркет
Пацаны, меня не хватит
Мне срочно нужен супермаркет
Моё сердечко так страдает
Мне срочно нужен супермаркет

Супермаркет
Супермаркет
Супермаркет
Супермаркет

Пацаны, пацаны, дайте телефон
Умоляю я
Пацаны, пацаны, дайте телефон
Умоляю, все
Пацаны, пацаны, дайте телефон
Я страдаю, да
Пацаны, пацаны, дайте телефон
Маша, Машенька
Маша, Машенька

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