Sunny Days EP

by Old City

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released September 3, 2013

recorded and mixed december 15-16 2012 @ Buzz or Howl Studio by Stan Wright
mastered by Joel Hatstat

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Old City Portland, Oregon

OLD CITY is a three-piece punk band from Portland, OR that started in 2011. We’re not trying to do any particular kind of genre or sound like anybody else. We have a demo from 2011 and the Sunny Days EP from 2013. An LP is in the works for 2014. Contact - oldcitypunx@gmail.com ... more

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Track Name: Sunny Days
Gleaming cities in the night
hide the darker things from sight,
and the redness in the western sky
is no omen for a fool's delight, but for

Sunny days
full of slaughter

Is this the only way we can live,
is this our precious fate?
Is this the way we have to die,
is there really no escape from these

Sunny days
full of slaughter

Is this the way it has to end?
We're all so specialized.
Will there be tasks for all the hands
and a highly modern way to lie in wait for these

Sunny days
full of slaughter...
Track Name: New World
The last thing I remember
was the laughter all around.
A room of voices so familiar
in the blinding essence drowned.

There's no time to outrun the moment
when it arrives with a screaming sound.
There's no where to stand in wonder
when a modern city's melted down

in a new world,
in a new world.

Who will hear these cries of horror,
who'll record this history?
Is this your second coming,
our common destiny?

Thought itself is consumed in silence,
all experience and memory.
It was clear that the day was coming
but we were all awaiting the discovery

of a new world,
of a new world.

This is your new world.
Track Name: Disappeared
To the ones who raised their voices
who defied the rule of law
who fought for a share of justice
in a world with nothing at all.

To the ones who opposed the power
who refused to live in fear
who choked on the ends of rifles
and were hanged in the public squares.

These names purged from the pages
of official histories
still explode in the sterile darkness
kept alive by the memories.

They came with no warning,
they came in the dead of night,
they came with the cries of morning
to extinguish the brilliant lights.

These names purged from the pages
of official histories
still explode in the sterile darkness
kept alive by the memories.
Track Name: Sword of Justice
Their eyes are drunk with judgement,
with righteousness and scorn.
They curse and jeer the row of convicts.
The executioner cleans his sword.

Cries of hatred, cries of vengeance resound.
The fanfare erupts every time the blade crashes down.

Before every death a muttered prayer
absolves them of all sense of shame.
The consecrated sword of justice
does the will of god and state.

Cries of hatred, cries of vengeance resound.
The fanfare erupts every time the blade crashes down.

But there's no justice here -
how could there ever be?
Where genocide and unchecked slaughter
is the foundation of society.
Track Name: Wasted Hours
There's no sense,
there's no meaning,
in the lies that we keep repeating.
There's no purpose
and no second chance.

We hide it,
we conceal it
but there's no use, you can feel it -
how their power
consumes our lives.

Is there something
redeeming
about a life spent kicked and bleeding,
milked and slaughtered,
stripped of all our time?

How many wasted hours,
these wasted days and years,
so hard to tell apart from the ones before?

Trapped in these cycles
we lose sight of what we're living for,
we learn to thank them for our survival.

How deep inside our bodies,
how deep inside our minds

how deep inside our bodies,
how deep inside our minds
did they implant the roots of their power?