Boys' Club EP

by Boys' Club

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Gary Sleith This is great!! It ticks all my bandcamp boxes; artwork, tags and of course, songs. This is indie/emo at its best...I bet they break up before I've even finished writing this. Favorite track: Snake.Serpent.
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released August 6, 2013

Recorded, mixed and mastered by Eles Thiessen
Cover art by maria cox

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Boys' Club Winnipeg, Manitoba

Three piece emo/punk band located in Winnipeg/Edmonton



Instagram: @boysclubmb

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Track Name: (R.I.P.) R.I.P.
These hours aren't strange to me.
I keep little company.
Lebowski and Vin Scully
Bukowski and Fugazi
Moonlight the way home,
Buried under snow.
The liquid I know,
The courage I don't.

All the things you said in the past seven years,
It keeps me up at night.

You said these nights will kill me.
But I know no other way.
With all the fears that fill me,
I see the sun up each day.

Epiphanies under starry skies.
I sober in the sunrise.
I'm searching for a night,
in another window tonight.
Again I'm dreaming,
see my legs swinging.
Nobody's screaming,
at my legs swinging.

All the things I said in the past seven years,
It keeps me up at night.

You said these nights will kill me.
But I know no other way.
With all the fears that fill me,
I see the sun up each day.

Hold strong nocturnal.
Late night rebuttal.
Can someone pass me
the Nyquil bottle.

All the things I should've said in the past year,
It keeps me up at night.

You said these nights will kill me.
But I know no other way.
With all the fears that fill me,
I see the sun up each day.
Track Name: Snake.Serpent
I awake to pouring rain,
The window pane,
And I elate.
Can't see your house
Through fog and haze
Can't see your street
From this highway

I hate this place more in the summer.
All my hope leaves with the cold.
Wish I could leave it all forever.
I wish you'd miss me when I go.

It's late I walk,
Through snow it's dark,
I hope you're far.
I'm happy here,
Alone and cold.
Your memory's
Distant and old.

I hate this place more in the summer.
All my hope leaves with the cold.
Wish I could leave it all forever.
I wish you'd miss me when I go.

I hate this place more in the summer.
How can you call this heat a home?
The smell of sweat brings back the image,
Of that bench, that rye, alone.
Track Name: Don Reaper
Diagnose the origins and trace it back to '99.
Unable to formulate expressions, lied and said "I'm fine."
Hidden behind plastic frames and single tones was my decline.

All my life I've dug my heels.
But still I find that I'm

Closer to bottom

I'm sleeping in ditches because it's close to the soil.
I'm covered in stitches because I'm sick of the toil.
I've been chasing witches because I've got blood to boil.

All my life I've dug my heels.
But still I find that I'm

Closer to bottom
Track Name: Harpsichords
Water wings, we swim with sharks.
Discarded like baseball cards.
Seeking refuge in the dark.
Fabricating battle scars.

Home sweet home.
Fuck sweet home.
Onward we roam.
Till the wind erodes our bones.

May our rallies,
Keep you tossing through the night.
From dark alleys,
Struggling to stay in sight.

Preacher says we're all soldiers for something.
I had to apologize.
I already sold my soul in bunches.
I saw the hate in his eyes.

Home sweet home.
Fuck sweet home.
Onward we roam.
Till the wind erodes our bones.