Limited Edition split EP with our Aussie skatepunk champions The Decline and Local Resident Failure features a new track and a cover of each others song from a previous album! A must have for melodic punk fans on opaque pink vinyl that’s sure to become a sold out classic.
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Something's never change, but we're not the way we used to be.
You'll get married to, a friend you knew and it's the last of you we'll see.
Let's move away, a job in a different state.
A million times, I'm tired of playing songs that sound this way,
Are we losing touch with the things that we believed?
Where once was home, is a long hallway - abandoned and lonely.
Somewhere you leave your stuff, every six months -
and only go to visit people that you used to know on holidays.
I remember when we said we'd never be the same again.
Searching for the light - a city that feels right.
And as you roam, I wonder where you'll lay your head tonight.
The longest road, I could never bare the load.
I'm half a world away thinking of when you're coming home.
Are we losing us? The connections we once had?
When we don't talk, you seem okay. Can it really be so bed?
I guess I'll sell your stuff, in a couple of months.
Long enough for me to get it through my head - You're never coming home.
I remember when we said we'd never be the same again.
And I remember when we said that some things never change.
Can I stay the same? Will I still lay down my life?
Dreaming of an aisle seat, coffee eyes and an early morning flight.
Will I be alone? Will I see you on the road?
I know we said we'd never change but i guess you never know.
Are we losing touch with the things that we believe?
And we won't talk - you'll be okay, and I guess we'll wait and see,
if we have enough, to survive next month.
And you won't see me at reunions, bars or coffee shops cause I'm never coming home.
supported by 12 fans who also own “You Call This A Holiday?”
I love it. Have to agree with still bummed: this packs an emotional punch but rocks hard. I've played this whole album repeatedly over the last week which is unusual for me. Exhilarating, poignant, intelligent, melodic. Robin Ward