Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Against Me! - Dour Festival - 2012




Full-Set show...
True Trans Soul Rebel
Don't Lose Touch
Cliché Guevara
Transgender Dysphoria Blues
Turn Those Clapping Hands Into Angry Balled Fists
I Was a Teenage Anarchist
White Crosses
Dead Friend
Black Me Out
Thrash Unreal
New Wave
Pretty Girls (The Mover)
Miami
Drinking with the Jocks
Americans Abroad
The Ocean
Pints of Guinness Make You Strong
Sink, Florida, Sink

Feeling very overwhelmed by this band, in particular with their latest release. Genuine heart wrenching toil and trouble that keeps it on heavy rotation in my corners.


You're coming off kinda contrived and pretentious.
You're not saying anything we haven't heard before.
You're caught up in an argument.
Oh, oh you're so lost in modern art.

You will lose it all.
And you will find again.
Don't lose touch.
Don't lose touch.

S.O.S. texted from a cell phone?
Please tell me I'm not the only one,
that thinks we're taking ourselves too seriously,
Just a little too enamored with inflated self-purpose.

Talk is cheap.
And it doesn't mean much.
Don't lose touch.
Don't lose touch.
I'm losing touch.
I'm losing touch.

Constant entertainment for our restless minds.
Constant stimulation for epic appetites.
Is there something wrong with these songs?
Maybe there's something wrong with the audience.
Manipulation in rock music, fucking nausea.

I'm losing touch.
I'm losing touch, and it's obvious.

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