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Dead Broke

by Like A Motorcycle

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whatwasthatradio Wide Awake is an urgent and rampant song that makes me feel like a licked a pack of batteries. This band create authentic and transparent stories surrounded by blistering distortion and passion. Favorite track: Wide Awake.
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LukeSpurs More meaty hooks than a slaughterhouse, this album rips. The tempo change in Tanner and the transition into Wide Awake slay me. Every track solid, love the layered vocals, and bass to the fore. AOTY Favorite track: Tanner.
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1.
Punk Two 02:51
I cannot pay that fine Spent all my dough online Pull me out of this hole Discount my used up soul
 They’ve been telling me I’m my own enemy So I chewed off every hand that was feeding me
 What is it worth to you? Cobblers kids ain’t got no shoes Put me out to pastures green In the next life first round’s on me They’ve been telling me I’m my own enemy So I chewed off every hand that was feeding me Dead broke Every head was shaking; I never wondered why Dead broke Now I’m running out of money so I guess I’ll have to die
2.
Work 01:11
If I die tonight then I won’t have to work tomorrow If I don’t wake up: sweet. If I die tonight then I won’t have to work tomorrow If I don’t wake up: I’ll be free.
3.
The love of this is the root of evil If you don’t work then you won’t eat either Moths and rust corrupt Thieves break in and steal Pleasure seekers lined and arrowed Stray far from the straight and narrow
 Stick me up at sin’s bodega Feed your lust and never waiver The night is young and we’re still able to put our money on the table
 He who loves this will be a poor man Whoever loves wine won’t be rich again Interested in debt? Fronting plus the tax? Pleasure seekers drawn and quartered Hatches battened, windows boarded 
 Stick me up at sin’s bodega Feed your lust and never waiver The night is young and we’re still able to put our money on the table Satan’s been doing the numbers.
4.
Idols 01:41
Impulse... It must be nice to have your cake to keep and still you eat it twice Deny... Who cares the price? You’ve got the social capital to wreck some lives. We won’t just bite our tongues we’ll sew our faces shut; Nobody wants to be the one to pull back the curtain. Is it wrong if nobody’s watching? If nobody hears is there any point talking? Is it fine if someone will do it? Is anything fine if you put your mind to it? Do you reconcile with your fucked up idols Should you meet them in person? Power over everything - Everybody’s listening They’ll never own up to anything. We won’t just bite our tongues we’ll sew our faces shut; Nobody wants to be the one to pull back the curtain. And when we tear them down... they’ll raise them higher up. Let’s face it. Our idols are assholes. You can only point the finger at somebody else for so long until you find it pointing at yourself.
5.
Swept Out 04:15
Stand on the edge Fight with the wind The end is waiting to begin Chip on my shoulder So don’t let me steer Someone whispering in my ear You’ve been living life with one foot out the door like you did before Consequence is a backseat driver Slapping sense into you only fuels your fire Swept out, trapped in the tidal water Down wind, was drowning then caught fire Should get help for myself but couldn’t bother It doesn’t matter to me (it doesn’t matter to you) Should I happen to fall When you feel everything I’ll feel nothing at all You’ve been living life with one foot out the door like you did before You asked me to start treading water But I wouldn’t bother because I’m getting farther Swept out, trapped in the tidal water Down wind, was drowning then caught fire Should get help for myself but couldn’t bother I couldn’t bother
6.
i think i need a mental hide away you never see things my way blood ties on both our lives until our next big fight in a hotel hallway on dead nights with little pay our past gets in the way beers smashed and late nights spats now we're both strung out on the trans can highway the chopping block has met the knife dismantled our whole life in hindsight it sounds quite nice; just a normal job with a boring wife blood smeared on our bedroom door we're not worth fighting for we both made up our memories from movie tropes we watched on tv
 relapse relapse, can't keep track just want our futures back you said using wasn't an issue and if we weren't friends then i might believe you it's hard to get used to we're not easing into it. 
 if tomorrow ends like yesterday there will be hell to pay i said i'd go but i'll have to stay 'cause im too burnt out now to fade away i know we've both seen better days though, its hard to see through a thick drug haze move toward a healthy phase then we'll revert back to our old sick ways
 we're not easing into it it's hard t get used to.
7.
Tanner 04:04
I don’t feel so well You don’t look so good Crossed wires underneath your shirt You should’ve had it once But lost it twice Can’t count the times I didn’t do it right The worst part about it: it’s exactly what I wanted A short drop A quick stop I don’t feel so well You don’t look so good Don’t know what you said but I’m into it If I do any I’ll do too many If I count the time I’ve done plenty The worst part about it: it’s exactly what I wanted A short drop A quick stop Admit it. We up and quit years ago but we’re both too proud to say Admit it. We up and quit years ago both too sad to walk away Don’t feel so well Don’t look so good Both too sad to walk away
8.
who is the keeper of these children? it’s hard to take it's hard to take it all on faith when you watch your own kids starving but cant put food on their plate i heard that He was good and i heard that He was great as a crutch for passing judgement and a conduit for hate what kind of plan was it to build man just to tear him down again? whatever deity would put this into place i would spit into His face who is the keeper of these children? what kind of plan was it to build me just to tear me down again? whatever deity will put this to an end i’d pray to them i'll believe in them
9.
Drew 00:55
Am I a fish alligator? Hey, you tell me! Yeah, I’m a fish alligator. You got a problem with that? You got a problem with me.
 So here you come… rollin’ up on your two wheel You look in the garage. What do you see? Us. And what do you say? What do you fucking say?
 “Am I a fish alligator? Hey, you tell me! Yeah, I’m a fish alligator. (Hey! I’m getting’ out of here) You got a problem with that? You got a problem with me.”
10.
Paranoid 01:24
If only walls could talk They’d spill the shit That chokes the village throat If only I could turn back clocks I’d rewrite every word I’ve wrote I am paranoid But I’ve got the real story I am paranoid Do they know we know? Do they know that we know? I’ve seen your trick Your slight of hand You won’t get blood out of this stone This poison in the well is rising Now your cover has been blown I am paranoid The truth is quite gory I am paranoid Do they know we know? Do they know that we know?
11.
Back Burner 02:59
There couldn’t be a better time to throw it all away I’ve spent a couple years with myself in decay Made plans; won’t show Won’t call to see what I owe It’s going all to hell I impress myself with the lengths I go not to leave the house I impress myself with the lengths I go to ignore my health It will be boiling over my back burner I spend my days digging a grave to call my own You’d try to pull me out but I won’t use the phone Screen calls - burn my mail It’s goin’ off the rails And headed straight to hell
 I disappoint myself with the lengths I go to avoid your help If you want to save yourself look away from me sitting on that shelf You will be boiling over my back burner 
I impress myself.
12.
Bait my few good traits into the pits and hope the sickest of them win I’ll be happiest with bloody fists in an empty home where we once lived
 I’m an Island I burn every bridge
 Don’t really blame you if I could I’d take a break from me, too Was born a prick with diamond eyes Nothing I do surprises you I make the most mess when I’m restless: self fulfilling, reckless Never been one to build a house but sure can burn one down

13.
Wide Awake 03:25
Don’t want to die but you sleep all day The smell of chemicals in your brain I’m wide awake and waiting on the end of the world Sit back and watch it burn Who fucking cares I’m wide awake and waiting on the end of the world I feel so low that it shows and still nobody notices Nobody knows With my life a mess and the house a wreck And the drugs they stick to the edge of the mirror In the heat the drugs they stick I’m wide awake and waiting on the end of the world Don’t have to die but you can’t stay here Go to sleep and make it disappear I’m wide awake and waiting on the end of the world I keep it warm and close Locked, loaded, and probed Always exposed With my hands a mess and the kids a wreck And the drugs they stick to the edge of the mirror I’m unable to breathe, what a relief I made it this far Unable to breathe hard to believe I made it I’m wide awake. I feel so low that it shows and still nobody notices Nobody knows With my life a mess and the house a wreck And drugs, they stick to the edge of the mirror I’m wide awake.

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released October 30, 2020

Written and performed by Like A Motorcycle. Produced and Recorded by Howard Redekopp with Stefan Nowarre, Spender Bleasdale, Kurt Dahle & Richardo Germain, at Armoury Studios and Menagerie Studio in Vancouver, British Columbia. Mastered by Brock McFarlane.
Artwork by KT Lamond.


P & C 2020 Like A Motorcycle. Under exclusive license to Known Accomplice Record Co.

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