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THE END IS DEAR

by Assembly of Arsonists

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    From the explosions of domestic terrorism, to the implosions of domestic relationships, Assembly Of Arsonists has run the gamut of controversy in the underground punk scene of Phoenix, AZ.

    Four independently released records after their 2010 acoustic debut, "Love, Songs & Bombs", the 5 piece piano-driven punk rock ensemble is readying their best-yet assortment of apocalyptic anthems, "The End Is Dear".

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1.
Goodnight 01:15
Imagine there's a switch on your hip you could flip for an instant and blissful goodnight. Picture who, from your loved ones and you, would still choose to go through their most difficult times. Does not the truth rupture you, that you do wish so too, that your pain would fade away with daylight? Like a switch on the wall, at once we crawl, walk then fall asleep forever knowing that everyone dies. Who would flip the switch tonight? Goodnight.
2.
with an attitude that overcompensates for doubt and actions that shout that it has all been figured out a tested method of investment in untested methods with that confidence, so bold, for which we strive a redirection of the drive to eat everyone alive keep in mind they've taught you well oh, you, you precious thing, can't even tell they've taught you so well from careers to counterculture, from college, class and call-outs no doubt, they've taught you well The courts the cops, landlords and bosses, offices, families you see, they've taught you well they've taught you well and you can't even tell
3.
you can carve it on your arm and pretend but just because you're broken, kid, doesn't make us friends big mouths run to the finish line checkered flags, champagne, the end winded windbags catch their breath and start again I'd rather go to bed than go to bat for hapless fat heads when they won't fight fair, and set their sites to lose I've taken them to task, done what is asked, but end up past it even nothing becomes something better to do you must be tired, you must be tired, you must be tired you must be tired if you've made me tired of you and I know you must be tired of you too Everyone says "everyone", and means "only a few", and seldom can reliably name who. Everyone's confused telling everyone what to do, and seldom can reliably come through. Anyone who's anyone knows "everyone" means you, not them, of course, reliably obtuse. Anyone and everyone, the many and the few, in this can find reliability in you. I'd rather go to bed than go to bat for hapless fat heads if they won't fight fair, and set their sights to lose I've taken them to task, done what is asked, but end up past it even nothing becomes something better to do you must be tired, you must be tired, you must be tired you must be tired if you've made me tired of you and I know you must be tired of you too
4.
Wake up and smell the weeds, there’s more mold here than marigold seeds. So let’s turn up our noses to pretty red roses, the dirt they grow in is for me. Find me dead in a desert, in a coffin built from the last tree. More things have died than things that are alive on this planet, and all species will go extinct. Being averse to the worst of the worst is absurdly contradictory. A true optimist opts to relinquish the crops and topsoil to entropy. Global temperature, my blood pressure, the sea level’s rising for me. No use in crying, we’re dying. There’s plenty dead fish in the sea. When hope is taking its toll, making me cope, maintaining control, it subjects me to messes and pressures me endless because true horizons can never be reached. If you dont like destruction, malfunction, disruption and violent uprisings and crime in the streets, well that kind of running away from reality is too pessimistic for me. I‘m an optimist, negativity is a relief. I’m happily taken, I‘m spoken for makin’ my dreams in my life come to be. With my final breath, I‘ll be clutching my chest, I’ll be married to death guaranteed. Global temperature, my blood pressure, the sea level’s rising for me. No use in crying, we’re dying, there’s plenty dead fish in the sea.
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Lyrics: Monsters get muddy, and its funny, how you only seem to sling the mud you're made of... Let's see what you're made of! Dead flies in honey, and it's runny and delicious, tasty twitches as we die in the trap you laid out... What are you afraid of? In flew affluent influence, blowing smoke, hip-hip hooray! We couldn't be saved any other way! Such soft hands for this loving chokehold! No holds barred, but with a grip this weak, we'll live to drink the kool-aid another day! Aren't we all the harmed and the harmful? Helpless, but can't help just trying to help? But it seems so easy for you! Spin round and round, playing with fire, a common clown... but have you ever burned anyone or anything down? Let me make it easy for you: I'll end up thick in the fog, sick as a dog, liquored up and unlucky, hellfire hot, dead as the fraudulent gods your righteousness rode in on. In flew affluent influence, blowing smoke, hip-hip hooray! We couldn't be saved any other way! Such soft hands for this loving chokehold! No holds barred, but with a grip this weak, we'll live to drink the kool-aid another day! I'll end up thick in the fog, sick as a dog, liquored up and unlucky, hellfire hot, dead as the fraudulent gods your righteousness rode in on.
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it's been more complicated than anyone can know it's been a lot of "oh god no"s and "i toldja so"s and i value that, it's a simple fact, it's something I can hold we both needed each other to grow so, take your time, we've both had vacant eyes, a shaded, hazy glaze that gazed at the unknown and i've wanted to die, but partner, you're living like you're gonna try beat me to it on your own there's been good times, good lies, good byes, good god damn, pillar to post some people leave before they've gone, ya can't follow ghosts how we've aligned, lived and died, as both leeches and hosts somehow now, we both need you to go so, take your time, we've both had vacant eyes, a shaded, hazy glaze that gazed at the unknown and i've wanted to die, but partner, you're living like you're gonna try beat me to it on your own some people throw all the lights off and watch you flail around with disgust and act like they finally got you while you wait for your eyes to adjust and i'll hold out my hand through the darkness, to the ends of my reach and my trust and if empty, like me, it remains, by all means please, just do what you must we've done our time, let's rest our ancient eyes, and awake one day and gaze toward the unknown i might still wanna die, but partner, you'll be livin like the sharpest knives that slice so nicely through old stone there's been good times, good lies, good byes, good god damn, pillar to post some people leave before they've gone, ya can't follow ghosts
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I'm on the fence of the offence that you have committed I'm of the sense that your offence is off the fence, acquitted I've shitted out what you're about without a mention of the fences that I'm on when you're committedly dimwitted Even a single cell, not content upon itself will tear itself apart for company Just like you can be living well but feel like living hell unsatisfied with who to you want to want to be If you get close to me you get next to nothin ... but the same old story Obscene and gory Guts and glory Even extremes get boring To me When broken down and smothered we all rediscover we don't know why we suffer like two neurotic lovers who think they bruise each other 'cus they like the pretty colors all over Go on, believe every word that you've heard Watch the details get too absurd to discern You're the worst! You're the best! So composed! Such a mess! It's all true, it's all true. But what about you? What about you? It's all true... What about you? It's all true. What about you? It's all true.
8.
There's nothin' really wrong with being derivative, repetitive, but i tell you what, I've heard your song before. It's not the cookie cutter's fault that the pastries of your life are such a bore. And Everything Is Everyone's Fault You dance like everyone is watching and it matters. Moves meticulous, perfected and desired. But the cost of over-calculation is a functional fixation, an empty automation... uninspired. And Everything Is Everyone's Fault I know you're roamin' parties without makin' connections. Knowin' everybody's name is not an exception. Mastered misdirection, a worrisome reflection of Your insecurities and focus on imperfection, Rejection of complexity and bad complexion. Follow your erection, just a dousing rod for empty holes, and empty souls. I'm more than happy to explain, but you're not happy 'til I justify... just to try and find a frantic way to conflate your bleakest preconceptions with your weakest validation. I'm more than happy to refrain, but you're not happy 'til i testify. Best if I just shut my mouth and try to walk away, cus no matter what I say you won't hear it anyway. And Everything Is Everyone's Fault And I Truly believe As far as I can see There's a default causality Co-responsibility Accountable liability Collectively bound enternally So you, you blame me And me, I'll blame you And we can blame ourselves too Cus Everything Is Everyone's Fault
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they say you gotta "kill the cop in your head" but if "ideas are bulletproof" then it's easier said than done it's over, you've won us over and out of time the displeasure is all mine you can waste your life workin, or you can waste it bein broke what a joke a fucked up fork in the road no badge of honor, no badge of pride no such thing as a badge that matters we're an animal that's captured and caged on occasion escapes, residual rage a heart still untamed our genetic predispositions and cultural conditioning the positioning of pieces seems complete and if the defeated can admit defeat, we can properly give up and givem hell and display that violent rage they've taught you so well give up but givem hell it don't matter who started it, it's too far now and we're a part of it the insurmountable odds, unbreakable gods stop fronting like winners, we're all poorsports and quitters simple sinners, let's act like it, we might have what it takes to make those inspirational breaks in the cages they make after all, all empires fall, and maybe one day with all the hell we gave we can say, we don't know what part it played but by god, we gavem hell and displayed that violent rage they've taught us so well give up but givem hell a costume, a guise, shielding lies no such thing as a badge that matters a smile, dry eyes, for the cops who die no such thing as a badge that matters display that violent rage they've taught you so well give up but givem hell
10.
I wish goodnight didn't mean "goodbye" or "off to bed." it should be more like a greeting, a description of first meeting, a depiction meaning what it really means instead. And we even shorten "good morning" to just "morning" and mourning is what you do when people die. remove the "good," and what is left, but a somber stated fact with grief implied? (A Self-Praise Chorus) And so all the bad decisions that I criticise, they reside forever in my mind. And so here's to all the unforgettable times that your carelessness provides. Just going nowhere at all. The future lies in filth. Forget what disappointment is, prosperity through pointlessness.

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From the explosions of domestic terrorism, to the implosions of domestic relationships, Assembly Of Arsonists has run the gamut of controversy in the underground punk scene of Phoenix, AZ.

Four independently released records after their 2010 acoustic debut, "Love, Songs & Bombs", the 5 piece piano-driven punk rock ensemble is readying their best-yet assortment of apocalyptic anthems, "The End Is Dear".

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released May 31, 2019

Travis James- Vocals, guitar
Mark Sunman- Piano, violin, banjo
Aaron Hjalmarson- Drums
Diego Galvan- Bass

Trombone on Goodnight, Plenty Dead Fish & Good Mourning by Chili's
Guest vocals on What Lies In Ashes and Good Mourning by Diego Galvan and Dylan Starks
Guest vocals on Everyone's Fault by Sarah Amstutz
Gang vocals and amoral support by 20 or so Kruel-Aid Cult members

recorded by Daryl Scherrer
mixed/mastered by Travis James

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From the explosions of domestic terrorism, to the implosions of domestic relationships, Assembly Of Arsonists has run the gamut of controversy in the underground punk scene of Phoenix, AZ.

The 5 piece piano-driven, cabaret-style punk rock ensemble is readying their best-yet assortment of apocalyptic anthems, The End Is Dear.
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