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by Union Stockyards

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Recorded by Jared Weiss @ AAA Doghouse
cover photo by Skye Spence

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released May 24, 2014

huge thanks to:
Rich Warren, PROPAGANDHI, Chenoa Morrison, Joey Senft, CLIPWING, ELDER ABUSE, Sam Smith, Nathan Terin, Jay Fulmore, MOBINA GALORE, DANGERCAT, Jared Weiss, Skye Spence, Greg Rekus, WARSAW, Keith Ross, Ray Guyot Jon Mayo and Icebox, David at Union Sound Hall, HEARTBEAT CITY, Al Beardsell and Beardsell Guitars, Taylor Ruth and Ruth Amps, DISTANCES, James Brown and The Cavern, Chivas and Kream, Caress of Steel Hockey Club, Cory and STD, The Windsor, Big Fun Fest, BRING THE FIGHT, Stevo Nelson, Jared Wil, Mike McDermott and Green Apple Skateboard Shop, Sarah Stryk, WAR ON MUSIC, Team Steve Radio, Black Mask Radio and Ethan Osland,

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Fast Punk Rock from Winnipeg Manitoba Canada

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Track Name: Garbage Hill
never thought the city limits would ever stretch this far
from the portage trail to the rusted rail yard
took a pile of steaming trash and turned into a site
where Andy O. could start a circle pit into the night
see you down at garbage hill
saw the poster one day when i was skating home from school
there was no admission and the bands started at noon
we could take the 47 and transfer at Notre Dame
if the bus is late we'll just get high along the way
see you down at garbage hill...
Track Name: Edward, Where Art Thou?
stepped into the night now his fucking hands been shown
"i know they will come for me cause now my covers blown"
it's cat and mouse from here on out
now he's fucked for speaking up in the name of liberty
exile or a prison cell
hooded, rendered, sedated they'll make him disappear
now the brushes stroke will paint him with their sins
heroes become traitors when you swallow all their shit
it's cat and mouse from here on out
now he's fucked for speaking up in the name of liberty
exile or a prison cell
hooded, rendered, sedated they'll make him disappear
raise a fist for these poor fucks
who had the balls to ride shit's creek and take it all upon themselves
they made a choice, for all of us
to bear the brunt of the gavels strike no matter what the cost
Track Name: The Great Silence
TRANSMISSIONS
sent in '36 and you wonder why we
AIN'T HEARD SHIT
dead silence amongst candidates
when these options are weighed to contact or to abstain
ask yourself who'd make a call to a place this fucking insane
talking monkeys slinging shit
who'd book passage on a sinking ship
with a capsize imminent
paved paradise crumbling cement
TRANSMISSIONS
leave no doubt in mind of just what kind of
EVIL LIES
in wait, best to exterminate
we've proven to ourselves we're fine dragging it straight to hell
add us to the list of species we've killed
we're not misunderstood
our reputations earned
leave well enough alone
this earth is fucking burned
talking monkeys slinging shit
who'd book passage on a sinking ship
with a capsize imminent
paved paradise, crumbling cement
we're all under quarantine until we snuff each other out
we're all gonna die down here, of that i have no doubt
Track Name: Sunday Matinee
yeah i heard they're closing down again
a place where i spent half my life when there's nowhere to fit in
a second chance
the smell of piss and cigarettes
somewhere we can call our own
some place to find relevance
catacombs snake underneath hear the screams from down the hall
these royal arms are amputated see the bloodstains on the wall
connecting thread from one decade to the next
a hundred years of history caked into the brick
encased in snow and ice
this frozen prairie paradise
the doors are locked and no ones getting in
catacombs snake underneath hear the screams from down the hall
these royal arms are amputated see the bloodstains on the wall
cause it's more than just a place
where people can be found and rusted chords can sing
when they write the eulogy
"it was the veins that pumped the life into winnipeg"
we can start from scratch again
a broken down PA, a busted kick drum skin
we can start from scratch again
it's not the structures that surround, it's whats happening within
Track Name: Up Against The Wall Motherfucker
while we celebrate
a freedom that doesn't exist
wrapped up in diversions to complacent to resist
security forces
with balances and checks
step out of line and get boot fucked in the head
when cash is king we all are slaves
the balance sends us all to our graves
scrawled on a wall, yeah it awoken me
none are free till all are free
whispers in the night
a force all our own
with a will to fight and refusal to condone
protecting them from us
like it's always been
guarding the bastille this time they're armed with M-16's
when cash is king we all are slaves
the balance sends us all to our graves
scrawled on a wall, yeah awoken me
none are free till all are free
justice lives in the barrel of a gun
we'll build ours when theirs has come undone
your numbers fucking called
hey motherfucker, up against a wall....
Track Name: Mother Of Exiles
i'm over it with your arguments
inflated sense of entitlement
higher fences, zero admittance
fear governs your entire existence
we build our lives on stolen land
through fucking lies and slight of hand
chained to a rooms floor overseas
buried in collapsed factories
skulls caved in by falling prices
gave their lives to feed our vices
we build our lives on stolen land
through fucking lies and slight of hand
we barred the doors
built the walls
watched through gunsights from the top of citadels
fuck the poor huddled masses
we want security for the upper classes