The Checkered Pasts of All Kings Present

by 1.6 BAND

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1.
Leaning back against the blinds Another place another time It came together for him then Better weather, better friends, better friends, better friends He slams the door he stomps his feet while in his heart the blood still beats He wonders why these things won’t work They left him feeling like a jerk He smokes a butt, he drags in He holds his gut, he fails to grin He wonders where his future turns as his inside slowly burns, slowly burns, slowly burns He’ll clenches his fist, he’ll grind his teeth And all he knew seems out of reach That lovely life that he once knew Now all he’ll do is sit and stew Children come to stay for the day, say the rest of the year is gonna be okay He’s cursing all of their game and the shame, wishing they would bring him back some of the fame Sitting there, surrounded by gloom, wonders how to lose all the doom in the room Though he feels that his life is a con, hasn’t any choice but to keep moving on Light a little fire, light a little way, the rest of the year is gonna be okay Light a little fire, light a little way, the rest of the year is gonna be okay Jerk!
2.
Pulling open a drawer she hasn’t touched in what she’s thinking might be over nine years Closing all the windows and doors, while she’s been fighting off a fistful of some horrible tears Taking a good look in the mirror, thinking maybe probably she’s put on plenty of pounds never seemed clearer to her, she never should’ve went and married that ridiculous clown It’s time for you to try on those jeans again It’s time for you to hit all those scenes again Fighting off all of those fiends again They’ll be spending all of their greens again Holding onto the phone while she’s been lying on a freshly washed pile of clothes Never had she felt more alone on the giant bed at one time that together they chose Turning up the TV, while she’s drowning out the scenes that have been playing out inside of her brain Feeling so sleazy to her, she’s thinking she would rather stay home just to cry with the rain It’s time for you to put on a face again It’s time for you to carry some mace again You’ll be feeling just like an ace again Building an incredible base again I was thinking I was finished with these feelings that diminish me Security protecting me, suddenly was dejecting me An empty house so frightening, I’m still shivering at the lightening The pets still think he’s coming back, even though they sat and watched him pack his frickin’, rotten, stinkin’ bags Pulling open a drawer she hasn’t touched in what she’s thinking might be over nine years Closing all the windows and doors, while she’s been fighting off a fistful of some horrible tears Firmly holding onto the seat, the passenger is afraid but she’s still ready to ride Maybe she will happen to meet someone who doesn’t know about the long and lonely hours she cried I’ve been dreaming of a lifetime, from the daytime to the nighttime Filled with hopes and promises and a deep love that abolishes I mean everything that’s hurtful, you could never be too careful Sometimes I wish he’s coming back, even though he treated me like a filthy, rotten, stinkin’ piece of rag
3.
02:53
It’s like burning coal, it’s like burning coal, it’s like burning coal It’s like burning coal, it’s like burning coal, it’s like burning coal These noxious fumes are taking its toll on the people we know These obnoxious fumes are taking its toll on the people we know We can air all our laundry out there in the yard, out there in the yard We can air all our laundry out there in the yard, out there in the yard They can study our faces, wonder why we are scarred, wondering why we are scarred They can study our faces, wonder why we are scarred, wondering why we are scarred Waiting for a click, then call a cop They’re tired of the tick that’ll never tock Hurling a new brick towards our shack Jealous of the luck they seem to lack Watching us cook, like a piece of meat They’re watching us fuck out in the street Waiting for the stick to finally snap Ready to attack, so cut the crap Burning love is like burning coal
4.
03:16
Feeling like a heel all those years you were walking over me Finally had to leave that time, that time that you had crashed into that tree Shaking both my lonely hands at the ticking and the pounding of the clock At night I turn the lights out and my heart’s been feeling heavy as a rock and it’s sounding like a crock and it’s sounding like someone who doesn’t try, who rather sit at home and cry, there’s thing you must apply if you’re gonna finally squeak by, and if you don’t wanna die, don’t buy into that lie, I would think you’d wanna fly, wanna fly Smoking half a cigarette, thinking somehow, somewhere, sometime I got burned Eating all alone, I wondered when and where the tables finally turned I’d be selling my soul to Satan if I cowardly had called you on the phone I rock myself to sleep at night and my heart’s been feeling heavy as a stone, I should leave it all alone You should let it out so it has a chance to breathe, you’d be feeling so relieved, with no more time to grieve for ideas unconceived, what if they all leave, don’t bother to retrieve, never wear it on your sleeve, on your sleeve Out of the way, all that I want, out of the gate Feeling like a heel all of those years you were walking over me Finally had to leave that time, that time that you had crashed into that tree Been shaking both my lonely hands at the ticking and the pounding of the clock At night I turn the lights out and my heart’s been feeling heavy as a rock and it’s sounding like a crock And it’s sounding like someone who’s giving away the best part of his day to wallow in the hay of a horse that’s gone astray, and he better not delay, if he’s thinking you might stay, it’s getting harder everyday, everyday Out of the way, all that I want, out of the gate

about

1.6 Band came up in the early ’90s NYC hardcore scene, formed by Kevin Egan in the wake of the collapse of Beyond. 1.6 Band is one of those bands that makes your jaw drop when you see them live. Their musicianship, precise stop/start timing, and stage presence make you want to scream. Take the songwriting of Dag Nasty and the time changes of No Means No or Victims Family, throw in an angry screamer, and you have 1.6 Band. Distance and friendship could not keep them down as they return with a brand new 7" of all new material. On black vinyl only.

credits

released April 13, 2010

Produced and recorded by Christopher Pierce @ Technical Ecstasy, Milltown, NJ.

Kevin: Vocals, Mike: Guitar, Lance: Bass, Vin: Drums

** Cover Photo by Tyler Nutter, Designed by Rob Porta

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