Throw your cares in the waste bin, and lets all get wasted.
Who cares where we go?
Hit our usual places, with familiar faces and bands that you know...
On the town, on a binger,
Everything is spinning away.
On the ground roller coaster,
It's all been another waster day.
See the girl in the wayfarers, I said nice to meet ya, and got her alone.
In the morning we laid there, but I had no cab fare, so she took me home...
On the town, on a binger,
The whole night just grinded away.
On the ground roller coaster,
It's all been another waster day.
Now the party is over, and nobody's sober, everyone's laid.
It's one we'll remember forever, so cheers to whatever.
Forget the mess we've made.
The call 'em the Wasters...
credits
from Scour the Waste,
released April 12, 2013
Written By: Tommy Slade
On their debut record, the London hardcore upstarts cross-up mosh-ready fare with melancholic ambient passages, weeping guitars, and virtuosic vocal harmonies, but its romantic veneer is much more complicated than it seems. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jan 30, 2019