Can I Borrow A Feeling?

by THE DECLINE

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    Repackaged and repressed version of THE DECLINE’s “Can I Borrow A Feeling?” EP now features two bonus tracks “The Songs I’ll Never Write” and “Steubenville Rape City”. “Skatepunk with all the vigour, political steel and humour of NOFX or Frenzal Rhomb.”

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released April 18, 2014

Produced by The Decline & Sam Christopher Allen
Tracked & Edited by Sam Christopher Allen @ Electric City Studios, North Fremantle in Feb 2014
Mixed & Mastered by Jay Maas @ Getaway Recording

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Track Name: Treasure Island Was A Sausage Fest
The lazy-boy's your favourite place, to sit and learn about
the inner workings of the globe and the role of the spouse.
It suits you well that all we see, are two-line-jokes who barely shed any credibility for femininity.
The punch line will show you your place in life, on the stage and on the screen.
Cause every time that I turn on my TV my anger begins,
I’m smashing my radio: the millionaires are worse than My Wife & Kids.
Bart Simpson was right we need "more chicks on the bench”
And yesterday my best friend taught me that there’s nothing funny about double standards.
It’s worse than you think.
Another fucking role model who likes to reinforce
this diatribe of ignorance and the values we distort.
So take this pen and sign here see, something about this party just doesn’t seem much fun to me, a sausage party.
I'd like to know who told you so, who you're allowed to be.
Every time that I turn on my TV my anger begins,
I’m smashing my radio cause Fergie sucks more worse than According to Jim.
Bart Simpson was right we need "more chicks on the bench”
And yesterday my best friend taught me that there’s nothing funny yeah, my best friend told me that there's nothing funny...
I can sit here all day and debate,
I can argue with regression til my voice box fucking breaks,
So I'll stand alone, they jump the gun, a batting cage for conclusions
Cause they don't care, innocently unaware.
Every time that I turn on my TV my anger begins,
I’m smashing my radio cause Nicky sucks more than Two and a Half Men.
Bart Simpson was right we need "more chicks on the bench”
On black Thursday my best friend taught me that there’s nothing funny about double standards.
Cunt's F'd.
Track Name: Cool Kids Can't Die
I've spent the past few months trying to comprehend
how a guy like me could do this and not even tell his friends,
I let this thing play on my mind for weeks and days
and made excuses for the choices that you made.

I met you once or twice in the basement at the shows,
I didn't know a thing about you man, or why you had to go
when you had so many friends, and people all around,
I know it don't mean shit when you're feeling that down.

In the song they play, for all of us,
this chorus, will finally come to an end
And it's permanent, just like what you leave behind,
you're out of sight, but not out of mind.

I know they'll carry it until their dying day,
how they should've seen it coming, a tragic teenage waste.
I let this thing play on my mind for months and weeks
and tried to understand just why you had to leave.

In the song they play, for all of us,
this chorus, will finally come to an end
And it's permanent, just like what you leave behind,
you're out of sight, but not out of mind

I'll never make another joke at my expense
about the empathy I'll never have in this fucking present tense.
there's a feeling of exhaustion when so many others tried,
yet not a simple explanation of what's on the other side.

You know that i met you once or twice in the basement at the shows,
I didn't know a thing about you man, or why you had to go.
They've got so many things, but they can't help breaking down,
you know it doesn't mean shit when you're not around.

In the song they play, for all of us,
this chorus, will finally come to an end
And it's permanent, just like what you leave behind,
you're out of sight, but not out of mind

You're not out of mine.